Yang Jin cried there and said, It's because A-Niang doesn't take a good look at you......

Gu Xuanwu came out of it, holding Yang Wen's corpse in his hand, only to realize that his corpse was a little weird.

His skin wrinkled dryly, and his facial features shrunk into a ball, as if he had been drained of blood.

Yang Jin collapsed to the ground and asked Gu Xuanwu how her family Yang Wen died.

Gu Xuanwu was stunned for a moment.

"Is Yang Xu back?" Yang Jin raised his head abruptly and grabbed Gu Xuanwu's sleeve.

"It's for sacrifice, for supreme glory."

As soon as Gu Xuanwu's words fell, Yang Jin went crazy, scratching her head, she roared: "No! ”

Yang Jin was like a sister-in-law of Xianglin, babbling and saying, why is it Yang Wen, she should have thought of it a long time ago, Yang Xu had already died, this dead house did not belong to Yang Xu, he naturally couldn't open this door, and what was there to talk about killing Yang Wen.

I didn't understand what it meant to be "for sacrifice," but I didn't say anything.

Yang Jin fell to the ground, completely desperate, even more desperate than knowing that her husband was the murderer, this is a kind of despair that is difficult to resist.

Gu Xuanwu left three copper coins for Yang Jin, saying that Yang Xu had turned into a powerful ghost, and he would definitely come to her tonight.

But this timid and scared woman, at this time, she took the three copper plates in a daze, saying that Wenwen is dead, what is the point of me living in this world.

"Yang Wen's corpse still has to be sent to Yizhuang, he ......"

"Why Wenwen?" Yang Jin's face was full of tears, she grabbed Gu Xuanwu's legs, and kept asking why it was Wenwen.

The heart-rending roar came entirely from the fluctuations of a mother's heart, and I stood next to it, quite touched.

But Gu Xuanwu completely strained his face, as if everything had nothing to do with him at all, what kind of mysterious sacrifice it was.

"A-Niang bitter...... Wenwen, why did you abandon A-Niang. Yang Jin hugged Yang Wen's corpse, his face was tightly pressed against the dry and wrinkled skin, and his blood-red eyes were particularly penetrating, as if he was staring at me.

Gu Xuanwu notified the village chief of Yangjia Village to come over, so he didn't stay, he was afraid that Yang Jin would make a big mistake.

I didn't hold my mouth all the way, Gu Xuanwu glanced at me: "It's a dead house, every household in Yangjia Village has left a room, specially prepared for the deceased, usually locked with locks, and the living can't enter." ”

He said that the house of the dead is a taboo that has been passed down through the ages, and Yangjia Village abides by its duty and has always left the greatest space for the deceased.

I frowned: "But Yang Wen is still dead, isn't he?" ”

Gu Xuanwu said that in these two worlds, the well water does not interfere with the river water, but Yang Wen's life still came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Gu Xuanwu shook his head and asked Do I still remember the Wild Temple, during this time, it will be the sacrifice of the Wild Temple, and Yang Wen was dedicated to Yin Shuai.

Handsome again?

I was very surprised, Gu Xuanwu nodded: "Although I don't know why Yin Shuai chose to ask for Yang Wen in the dead house, this is a sacrifice." ”

My heart is cold, I clearly see that it is evil art, but I want to regard it as the supreme faith, I am not from Yangjia Village, so I naturally don't know what Yin Shuai is to them.

But the fate of that child was too miserable.

"The most fragile thing of people is their pity, Xiaolou, if you sympathize with a person today, maybe in the future, he will turn into a sharp blade and pierce your heart." Gu Xuanwu said in a deep voice, he said that he calculated a hexagram for me last night, and I have been bloodied recently, I am afraid that it will not be good.

I smiled, "When did Master become a god?" ”

Gu Xuanwu didn't say anything, and asked me to clean up, Yang Xu's matter has not yet come to fruition, and his soul is still floating in Yangjia Village.