The festival is very solemn, and as a tourist, you are fortunate to be invited to participate in it.

In the words of the locals, it is to stand under the altar of Nuwa and receive baptism and protection.

Standing under the Nuwa altar, the dense crowd of people stretched their necks to look up at the patriarch standing on the huge round altar and watched him light the sacred flame on the torch.

It is called a sacrifice to the gods.

The moment the flame lit up, almost everyone smiled.

Only Xue Tongtong, who was standing in the crowd in an inconspicuous white dress, stared at the burning beacon fire from a distance, his eyes were hollow, his eyes drifted farther and farther, he seemed to be unable to find focus, and his face became more and more pale.

No one noticed.

After the sacrifice, you can go to the Great Hall and sit down, enjoy the prosperous singing and dancing, the sound of silk and bamboo, and live like in ancient times.

The hustle and bustle of the day is infinite, but as soon as nine o'clock arrives, the children who were still playing a second ago run back to their homes for the children, and everyone in every household invariably sinks their faces and pokes their heads out of the next window, and the neighbors only look at each other for a second, and immediately close the shop, close the door and window, and turn off the lights.

All of a sudden, a street suddenly went black in an instant, as if the power had been cut off, which made people feel particularly weird.

In the dark night, the first second is still noisy and prosperous brightly lit street market, the next second is only empty streets, the night wind blows faintly, and the red wine flag makes a "clatter" and "clatter" sound, which looks very eerie.

The wind was blowing outside the window.

The patriarch demanded that all those in the town, young and old, residents and outsiders, must go to bed by ten o'clock.

Otherwise, you will be targeted by evil spirits.

Hua Yin was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with a pair of eyes squinting slightly, eerie, and his heart couldn't stop surging.

Finally, I found a little familiarity.

He impatiently put the watch to his ear and listened to the second hand go step by step, ticking with each step.

I don't know how many sounds, and the time passes minute by minute.

Finally, it was eleven forty o'clock.

The gates of the Yin and Yang worlds are about to open, and when all the ghosts will come out together, I don't know what kind of fun the batch that is locked up in the underworld now?

Oh, I'm looking forward to it......

A trace of frenzy flashed in Hua Yin's eyes, and every cell in his blood was agitated and shouting.

He had never looked forward to seeing the ghosts so much in his life, perhaps to find a trace of evidence that he was still alive in those strange ghosts.

He got up and changed into his shoes, glanced at Bai Liao, who was sleeping next to him, his eyebrows and eyes inadvertently softened for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Walked outside and closed the door gently.

It was pitch black outside, there was no light, but Hua Yin was extremely skillful when he walked on the road.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed, Hua Yin narrowed a pair of deep demonic peach blossom eyes, and the moment he raised his hand to block the light, a panicked person crashed into him.

Hua Yin grabbed the man's petite shoulder, helped her stabilize her figure, and looked down to see the person's face clearly, it turned out to be Wu Jing.

I only saw that Wu Jing raised her head, her eyes were wide open, and her face was pale. The voice trembled and said, "Tongtong... Tongtong she's gone......"

Hua Yin's brows furrowed, and his voice sank: "What? ”。

"I see that she has a wrong day today, her face is pale, her eyes are fluttering, as if she has been put on the body, and she looks like a walking corpse. Since I came back from the Nuwa Altar, I have been like that all day, and I haven't said a word. ”