Xiang Ling was still a little calm when he saw the red paper figure at first, but now he was frightened by this miserable voice, his heart beat violently, and a coolness eroded his back slightly.

"What's wrong!" In the room, a figure suddenly flashed.

Xiang Ling secretly calmed his mind and looked carefully, it turned out to be Master Zhou coming out of the room.

In his hand, he was carrying a red lantern at the moment, and the lantern was bright red.

"Master Zhou, in the middle of the night, you came out with a red lantern and wanted to scare people to death!" Xiang Ling shouted.

"People have three urgencies, I'll just come out for convenience." Master Zhou was a little puzzled when he saw Xiang Ling yelling at him.

"It's convenient for you, what's the matter with you carrying a red lantern out in the middle of the night! Don't you know what this place is! Xiang Ling looked at Liu Jing and hugged Du Kang tightly in shock, and thought that he was almost frightened just now, so he was a little angry.

Master Zhou looked at the people in the courtyard, Liu Jing was looking at him in horror, Du Kang and Yang Mo were nervous, and Xiang Ling looked like he was asking for guilt, and he suddenly realized why these people reacted so much.

Thinking of this, he smiled inappropriately.

"Hahaha, I thought something was going on!" He strode into the courtyard and sat down at the table, "The light in the living room is broken, so Zhang Yuan gave me a red lantern, I'm afraid that I will step on you when the time comes!" Master Zhou's gaze swayed, and finally fell on Xiang Ling's body.

"I said Xiang Ling, haven't you always hated these gods and ghosts, how can you be scared today, haha!"

"Of course I'm a true proponent of science, but I'm a little nervous when I meet you god-like babbling people." Xiang Ling stuck out his tongue and glanced at Liu Jing.

Liu Jing didn't seem to be relaxed at the moment, her arms around Du Kang, and she never let go.

Du Kang didn't resist Liu Jing's movements, but his gaze glanced at Xiang Ling, who was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Naturally, there are no gods and ghosts in this world, but there are some things that cannot be explained by current science, and you must admit this." Master Zhou put the red lantern on the table and blew out the candles inside.

"What did you say to Zhang Yuan in the room? Do you really believe what he says about the sacrificial nonsense. Xiang Ling retracted his mind and sat down beside Master Zhou.

"Zhang Yuan's words are a bit exaggerated, but he really sees some truth." Master Zhou said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean, you can be clear." Xiang Ling asked.

Master Zhou motioned for all four of them to sit back together, and then began to tell him some of the things that Zhang Yuan had told him.

Zhang Yuan is in charge of the dead in this village, who has a dead person, some of the sacrifices and funeral gifts used are bought from Zhang Yuan's shop, Zhang Yuan will also help to handle the funeral together while doing the business of the dead.

Generally, the people in the village will be buried in the mountain behind the village, but a very small number of outsiders who die here will be buried in the stone mountain separated from the village by two mountains.

Because the village is remote, very few people come on weekdays, so it is rare for outsiders to die here, so over the years, there have only been two occurrences, both of which were foreign beggars groping into the village, and finally died here due to illness.

Because the locals were afraid of being contaminated with some germs, they generally ignored the beggars who died of illness, except for Zhang Yuan.

Because he was in the business of the dead, he had a reverence for the dead in his heart, and when he saw these sick and dead beggars, he couldn't bear to see them exposed in the wilderness, so he made a straw mat and carried them to the stone mountain.

And the thing he said about sending sacrifices was what he encountered when he was sending the dead to Stone Mountain.

Zhang Yuan went to Shishan from the path on the back mountain, and there is another avenue leading to Shishan, which I heard was built by a large company in H City in the early years, but basically it was not used.

These two paths are essentially parallel.

At that time, the sky was a little dark, and when Zhang Yuan arrived at the foot of the stone mountain, he saw a car parked there on the other side of the driveway, and three or four people got out of the car, carrying an iron cage.

Because Shishan is inaccessible, Zhang Yuan still paid attention to the appearance of this group of people.

There seemed to be something in the iron cage that those people carried, curled up in a ball, not like a person, but as if it was wriggling.

Zhang Yuan thought that the group of people was hunting, and the prey in the iron cage was their prey, so he didn't care too much, so he went forward.

On the way, Zhang Yuan found that the group of people were carrying iron cages all the way to the stone mountain, and put down the cage on a large rock, and those people left without hesitation.

Because the time was not early, Zhang Yuan wanted to bury the dead before it was dark, so he stopped stopping and hurried to the mountains.

When Haoyue was in the sky, Zhang Yuan came back from the depths of the stone mountain, but suddenly found that several white figures appeared in the place where the iron cage had just been placed.

It was already dark, and Zhang Yuan couldn't see the faces of those people, only feeling that their white clothes looked particularly weird in the moonlight.

Those men carried the iron cage, and soon, they hurried to the depths of the stone mountain.

It's so late, what are these people doing in the middle of the night carrying an iron cage to the mountains, and besides, wearing a white suit?

Zhang Yuan felt that his heart was weak, and his body trembled involuntarily.

In his mind, he remembered the legends passed down by his ancestors about the sacrifice in the middle of the night.

Legend has it that there is a custom that sacrifices should be sent to remote mountains in the middle of the night for the four mountain ghosts to enjoy, which can bless the health and peace of the family, and when the mountain ghosts come to take the sacrifices, they cannot be touched, and if someone unfortunately touches the mountain ghosts to take the sacrifices, then that person will become the next sacrifice, that is to say, the time of death is not far away.

Therefore, those who give sacrifices will put the sacrifices in a deserted place at dusk to prevent others from accidentally bumping into mountain ghosts and taking sacrifices.

Thinking of this legend, Zhang Yuan had only one thought, and that was to run.

He spread his hooves, lowered his head, and hurried back to the village from the path he had come.

Because he was worried that those mountain ghosts would know that he had met them to take sacrifices, Zhang Yuan buried what he encountered in the middle of the night in his heart and never dared to say it.

It wasn't until the last car accident that Zhang Yuan found that the car was vaguely the car that he had encountered before, and saw a group of policemen coming to inquire about it, that he knew that things were not simple, so he told the story of what he encountered in the stone mountain before.

However, no one in the village believed him, and everyone thought he was making up stories to attract people's attention.

"So, when he saw me this time, he was like seeing a relative, and he told me everything he saw." Master Zhou looked at the four people, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he ended his story a little proudly.

"Are those people really going to deliver sacrifices to the mountain ghosts?" After listening to Master Zhou's words, Yang Mo asked cautiously with some uncertainty.

Yang Mo's question made Liu Jing, who had always looked nervous, tense again, and the hand she grabbed Du Kang's arm unconsciously tightened at this time.

Du Kang was a little pained, but he didn't squeak, just gently put his hand on the back of Liu Jing's hand to show comfort.

"I think that what Zhang Yuan saw is very likely to be related to Chen Yi's disappearance." Xiang Ling lowered his voice beside him at this time.

Her gaze looked at Master Zhou, as if she was asking for his opinion.

"We don't know what this matter is going on, but it is undeniable that this matter must not be what the mountain ghost is sacrificed as Zhang Yuan guessed. So, we had to go to Stone Mountain for ourselves to find out. Master Zhou nodded at Xiang Ling. We'll leave early tomorrow morning, and now let's all go back and get some rest. ”

"Rest?" Liu Jing looked timidly at the living room full of paper figures.

Master Zhou smiled slightly, but did not speak, picked up the red lantern on the table and turned around and walked into the back room.

"If you want to sleep, just lean on me." Du Kang looked at Liu Jing, who had been holding his arm, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Liu Jing raised his head and looked at Du Kang's eyes looking at him, and his eyes were full of friendship.

Xiang Ling looked at Du Kang and Liu Jing as if no one was around, and his heart gradually swelled with warmth.

Liu Jing likes Du Kang, this Xiang Ling has always known, but she also knows that Du Kang doesn't seem to care about Liu Jing, and now seeing Du Kang treat Liu Jing so gently, Xiang Ling is very pleased.

Everyone said that they would fall in love over time, and they believed that as long as Du Kang and Liu Jing were given more time, the two of them would definitely be able to blossom and bear fruit. (PS: Speaking of long-term love, it stands to reason that the days between Du Kang and you should be longer than Liu Jing's, why can't you fall in love for a long time?) ）

Just, what about yourself? Can you have a result with Chenyi?

In a trance, the past began to come to mind, and the inseparable and unsustainable emotional past between her and Chen Yi also resurfaced.

Yang Mo, who was beside Xiang Ling, looked at Xiang Ling's brows frowning slightly, knowing that she remembered some of the past, and didn't bother.

Her gaze was on the white cat on the roof.

The white cat, after the four people arrived in the yard, jumped up the wall and climbed onto the roof, and then the two hind legs were bent, the front legs were raised, and he sat on the roof tiles like a person, looking at the bright moon in the sky in a daze. Its blue eyes, in the silver moonlight, looked particularly charming.

Yang Mo looked at the white cat's leisurely sitting posture, and there was a subtle smile on the corner of her mouth.

As the night wore on, there was little movement in the courtyard or even in the village.

Only a few unknown insect calls are occasionally heard, and the night in the mountain village is extraordinarily quiet.

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