Jiang Qiao stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Jingjing, who suddenly appeared, stood in the sea of white flowers, looking for the flowers that were clearly at her feet but turned a blind eye.

"Where? Where is it? Jingjing roared.

Jiang Qiao didn't say anything, stretched out his finger and pointed to the place where she was standing. The blood beauty in full bloom has been trampled under Jingjing's feet, and the trampled petals and fruits have turned into flower mud, exuding an even stronger fragrance.

Jiang Qiao only felt that the fragrance of flowers was getting stronger and stronger, and the sun was getting warmer and warmer, as if lying in a warm quilt in winter, basking in the sun, everything was so comfortable and comfortable.

It's like falling asleep, falling asleep forever in this warmth.

"Jingjing, Xiao Qiao, come here, you can't go over."

Whose voice is noisy, so noisy, I want to sleep!

Uncle?!

Jiang Qiao woke up suddenly, trying to open her heavy eyelids, she clenched her fists tightly, her nails buckled into the flesh, and strangely, the imaginary pain did not come as promised.

She turned her head with great difficulty, and her uncle seemed to have regained consciousness as he dragged his injured leg and was lying on the small dirt slope in front of the flower field.

Jiang Qiao instantly understood what his uncle meant, this flower field is weird, and he can't stay there.

She immediately withdrew from the flower field and ran up the dirt slope, but she felt that her legs were extremely heavy, and it would take all her strength to lift her legs.

It's just one step away.

I'm almost one step out of the flower field.

The eyelids are getting heavier.

No, you can't sleep.

Don't drag me, I'm going out.

No, I'm going to sleep.

Jiang Li...

My eyelids are so heavy, no, I can't sleep, I have to wake up.

Jiang Qiao finally opened his heavy eyelids, only to find that the first thing that caught his eye was a full moon hanging high in the night.

What about people?

Ignore me and let me sleep like this until night?

Jiang Qiao sat up and looked around, but found that he was not in the middle of a flower field, but lying in a strange courtyard.

There is a cottage in the middle of the yard.

Somewhat familiar?!

Where is this?

Jiang Qiao has a bad premonition, it won't be... It's not going to be a dream now.

She pinched her face hard, and sure enough, she didn't feel any pain. It's over, where did you get the ghost qi again, why is this happening?

She stood up, and before she could see the environment clearly, she heard a group of people coming towards her. Startled, she turned to see a line of lanterns walking this way through the low wall of the courtyard.

Someone?!

Jiang Qiao instinctively ran towards the house, and was about to reach out to push the door, but his hand couldn't push the wooden door that looked very shabby. can only passively hide in the dark corners of the yard.

The group was indeed heading towards the courtyard.

A group of people walked in in turn, looking at the dress, like people in the Republic of China, there were men and women in the team, all of them were dressed as ordinary villagers, only a woman in the middle, wearing a red wedding dress, in this team, it looked extremely abrupt.

Although the woman was covered with a red hijab and couldn't see her face clearly, Jiang Qiao noticed that her hands were tied with ropes and she was passively pulled forward by a man.

The man in the lead, who was about 40 years old, waved his hand, the team stopped, he stepped forward and opened the wooden door, a man led the bride into the house, and the rest of the villagers stood in place, their beaming faces shining with anticipation.

What's so weird about this team of marriages?

Jiang Qiao stroked her heart, and her intuition told her that with the bride, something would happen.

The bride had been pushed into the house, Jiang Qiao gritted her teeth, and followed sideways, just as the door was closed, the team stood up and thought that the old woman, she was dressed much shabby compared to other villagers, and her face was full of traces left by hard life.

"Child, you have to serve the mountain gods, this is your responsibility, whether everyone will have a good time in the coming year depends on you, my mother is proud of you." The old woman choked up after saying a few words, and rubbed the corners of her eyes with her sleeve tremblingly.

"Okay, don't worry, the mountain gods will take her to the paradise where she dies, where there is good food and drink, and there is no longer the disturbance of the world, and she is blessed." The leading man waved his hand and motioned for the others to close the door, Jiang Qiao stared at his face, and a trace of gloom crossed his eyes.

"Xanadu?" Jiang Qiao looked at the bride who was standing motionless in the room, she hadn't made any sound since she had just started.

"Child, my mother will take care of your favorite red rose at home. You're biting and waiting for your mother. As the two wooden doors slowly closed, the old woman's words were shut out.

At the moment when the door was about to close, Jiang Qiao saw a greedy smile on everyone's face, which looked distorted and strange in the light of the lantern jumping fire.

The door was closed completely.

The bride remained motionless for a long time before she sat down on the ground and let out a muffled cry. She was tied with her hands, opened the red hijab on her head, revealing a face with pear blossoms and rain, and her beautiful Danfeng eyes looked at the small black house in horror.

What a pretty girl.

Jiang Qiao exclaimed, it seemed that she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, she walked to the door and listened to the movement outside the door, and confirmed that there was no one outside, so she took out a knife from her sleeve and began to sharpen the rope that tied her wrists.

Because the rope on her wrist was tied very tightly, the woman's movements were very slow, Jiang Qiao's heart was beating faster and faster, she felt that something was about to happen, and she couldn't help but feel anxious for the woman, and she couldn't wait to cut the rope for her.

Bang.

Sure enough, the wooden door was opened.

The man in the lead returned, and it seemed that he had not gone far before turning back.

"I want to run, huh." The man snorted coldly with an unexpected expression, and approached the woman step by step.

"Don't... I don't want to go ... Please. Please, don't send me over there, I'm scared... I want to go home, Master Lin, please, don't send me to those devils, wow woo woo. The woman's face showed despair, and she fell at the man's feet with tears streaming down her face, pleading.

"No, you are a sacrificial maid, if you don't go, the whole village will suffer from bad luck, if you go, the mountain gods will bring gold to the village, and your grandma won't have to go hungry." The man smiled and stroked the woman's face and said softly.

This conversation is so familiar, Jiang Qiao suddenly woke up, she finally knew where this was, the mountain ghost temple, no, it should be said that it is not a mountain ghost temple now.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to be tortured, I've seen it all, those devils do, those green fruits, those rose-colored juices, no, I'm not going."

"Those are the mountain gods who express their love for you, you don't have to be afraid, when you get there, you will be very happy, and there will never be troubles."

"Then why don't your daughters go? Why do only the villagers' children have to go, and your children never have to?! ”

"I told you that it was chosen by the mountain god, and this is your honor. The children who were chosen before were living happily with the mountain gods. ”

"Liar, big liar, I'm going to get out, I'm going to tell everyone everything. You are a liar. ”

"Do you think that anyone will listen to you, as long as everyone can get the gold, even if they know the truth, what will happen, do you think that for so long, the beauty has looked for those girls who were taken away by the mountain god, and in the end, it is not for the gold, in this world, as long as anyone has gold, who is a god. Hahaha" The man touched the jade wrench in his hand and said with a smile, although it was a smile, but those words were cold to the bone.

Jiang Qiao's whole body was cold, she had seen the jade wrench, her mother had shown her this family heirloom treasure, which was said to have been handed down by her ancestors, and the treasures in the palace were now collected by her uncle.

Who is this man, this answer is already on the horizon.