"Don't go yet!" The fat man quickly jumped past me and ran forward. Can a fat man still speak human words? This guy just yelled and seems to have been a dog for too long and got used to it.

Seeing the fat man go away quickly, I immediately thought, yes, now is a good time to break through, if I go back to the stone house, God knows if there will be a chance to break through again. On the other side, the old man sandwiched the little boy left and right under his armpit with one hand, and was chasing the fat man quickly, and Peony Red was also running fast. She ran and was covered in red veil, revealing her snow-white calves, and when she ran ahead, she turned her head and glared at me viciously.

I pretended not to see the acceleration in pursuit.

The feeling of oppression grew stronger and stronger, and my organs began to tremble again, and the people in front of me were no exception, and the old man even fell down and stood up tremblingly, and finally they all hid under a huge rock.

I could already feel the hairs behind me stand on end, and I also accelerated to run somewhere, and the old man saw my eyes suddenly widen, and shouted to me vigilantly and with a little fear: "Don't come here, you are a dead spirit!"

Don't come here! ”

"Woo~" The horn sounded again, this time louder and closer, and it was like a mountain suddenly pressing up on my shoulders, and I couldn't resist at all and fell to the ground, and the old man and Peony Red all knelt down, and even the fat man was crawling on the ground like a dog, only the little boy named Zuozuo was still standing upright.

I knew something was wrong, so I rolled under the boulder a few times and hid under the boulder, I lay on the ground just in time to see the huge scales moving rapidly in the gap between the clouds in the sky, the only difference was that this time the scales were all golden. It's like a huge golden koi swimming by in the sky.

Suddenly, the speed of the scales slowed down, and a huge golden dragon head peeked out of the clouds in front of me and turned to look at me, this was not the dragon in the painting, this was the real thing, the eyes as big as a basin, the shiny iris glowed with colorful light.

"Woo~" The third horn sounded, and I was suddenly able to move, but the scene around me changed again, and I was standing on a halfway up the mountain.

What's going on? Or overlapping cities?

Not like.

Is it teleportation? Am I back in the underworld?

No, I noticed that I was wearing a Hanfu and there were many wooden houses with bamboo and wood structures around me.

The horn sound has not stopped, and many people in those wooden houses rushed out quickly, and the people who rushed out were wearing Miao clothes, this is a Miao village! I've arrived in Yunnan?

No, these people seem to be dressed in ancient times.

In my astonishment, I suddenly noticed that the sound of the horn had changed its tone, and it was so familiar, it was a very familiar feeling, as if it had awakened a sleeping memory in my heart.

The image before my eyes flashed again, it was an ancient Indian mage with a very tall turban wrapped around his head, and there were many accessories on the turban, mostly ivory. Black skin, high nose bridge, and a large necklace hanging on his chest, this chain is like the Buddha beads hanging on the chest of the sand monk in Journey to the West. The difference was that the large necklace on the mage's chest seemed to be made from the skulls of various animals. It is also equipped with a variety of colorful accessories, and it is like a national teacher from Tibet and the Western Regions, full of exotic customs.

The ancient Indian mage's long beard was gray, his eyes were shining, and he wore a golden earring in his ears, and he walked barefoot on the water of a small river, as if he were walking on flat ground. His expression was very solemn, and from time to time he blew a huge bull's horn in his hand.

The banks of this little river were full of kneeling people, men and women with their hands folded and solemn expressions, and beside the people there were many huge buffalo and small birds prostrate on the bank, bowing their heads to the mage. At the far end of the procession, there were even two elephants kneeling on the shore, their heads bowed, more than half of their long tusks sticking into the water.

The mage walked on the water, speaking in a language I didn't understand. I saw him put his horn in his waist, and began to take out a huge long whip half the thickness of his wrist, and began to recite a incantation that I did not understand. Then he struck the kneeling people on the shore.

The kneeling people were all on their upper bodies, whipped by the mage, and their mouths followed the mage to recite those incantations that they didn't understand. The huge whip hit the body as if he didn't know the pain, he didn't hum or scream, and soon the upper body that was hit by the whip appeared one by one red marks, and all the blood beads came out from under the skin.

The hardest beaten were the few sturdy young men closest to the mage, who stood knee-deep in the river, their hands folded in front of their chests, chanting incantations loudly in their mouths, their eyes widening. Even when they were knocked out of the water by the thick whip, they immediately stood up and continued to chant incantations with their hands folded. Beads of blood and sweat oozed from his bronzed skin shimmered in the sun, and his resolute eyes never changed.

In an instant, the picture ended out of thin air, and the familiar feeling ended.

I went back to the Miao village halfway up the mountain. What's going on? Could it be that this is my last life? Didn't I be a big fat pig in my last life? Maybe it was a few previous lives?

The horn was still whining, and more people rushed out of the wooden hut in the distance, mixed with many women in beautiful Miao clothes.

"Moo~" A huge cow cry sounded, and a sturdy big buffalo jumped out of a two-story wooden house, landed firmly on the ground, and ran directly from the flat ground in front of the building to the foot of the mountain. There was an old man of the Miao family riding on the ox, and he looked like a patriarch or a clan elder who was very powerful.

Then several large buffaloes came out of some of the wooden houses, and on the way they encountered many high platforms, and these buffaloes did not hesitate to jump directly from the high places to the low places, and these bulls' eyes were red and looked like they were in a state of extreme excitement.

Then more men and women poured in from above and behind the hillside, shouting at each other, some Miao and some Chinese, and hundreds of people poured to the river at the foot of the mountain. I was pushed to the river, and I was also very curious to see what people were doing.

There is a drop of about three or four meters from the river here, and the riverside is crowded by dense people for three or four layers, and the sound of the horn is on the river in front, is it the ancient Indian mage? Riding on the waves again?

I couldn't see it, one was the gap between the river and the river, and the other was that the people hugging in front of me blocked my view.

So many people crowded by the river increased my curiosity even more, and I suddenly saw a beautiful face, it was a girl dressed in Miao costume, but with long hair like Han people, bright eyes and bright teeth, big eyes and snow-white teeth, two dimples with a sweet smile, naturally giving people a sense of intimacy.

I opened my mouth to ask her, but when she saw me, she smiled sweetly and said in Chinese, "Water God." ”

There were a lot of people talking around, and I was afraid that I wouldn't hear it clearly and I was about to ask, but she still only said: "Water God." ”

Is it a sacrifice to the god of water?

Suddenly, the horn was another strange tone, and the surroundings fell silent, and everyone looked at the river in front of them intently, and their expressions became solemn, and no one spoke. There was only the sound of a long horn.

At this moment, the sound of the horn suddenly stopped, and hundreds of people on the scene shouted in unison at the same time. This startled me so much that I hurried up the hill, and the atmosphere made me want to stay away. Fortunately, the cry was only as short as a few words, and after the scream, the women in Miao clothes began to pull out some colorful cloth wrapped in colorful cloth from their bodies and threw these colorful bags into the water.

"Woo lur~" There was a strange sound in the river, like the cry of the primitive tribe in Africa on TV, and like the sound of some animal, this feeling is very bad, I have an instinct, I just want to avoid it, and quickly walked a few steps up the mountain, but suddenly found that I was blocked by a large row of strange-shaped trees.

When I was surrounded by these people, I looked at the ordinary trees on the other side, but from this side I saw that the half of the trees facing the shore were all carved with strange patterns, some like reproductive totems in primitive times, some like modern art. In short, these sculptures are very exaggerated, a large number of sculptures are all kinds of portraits, but many parts of these human bodies are exaggerated and magnified, and from this side the shapes of these trees are strange shapes with teeth and claws.

In the midst of the whining and screaming, these tree statues came to life and brought me great pressure in my heart, just like visiting the ghost town of Fengdu in Chongqing in the middle of the night, trembling.

The shouting stopped, and the rhythmic drums sounded behind me, and I looked back to see a small wooden boat in the river, and at the bow of the wooden boat stood an old woman in a long dress. The old woman was unusually tall and solemn, and she held a long whip in her hand. Behind her stood two young Dharma Protectors of about twenty years old, both with shaved heads, their eyes lowered like two pious little novices. One of the two Dharma Protectors was holding a horn in his hand, and the other was pounding a leather drum hanging from his waist with both hands.