A long time ago, when I watched the Romance of the Gods, I found that there was a sectarian named Yang Ren in it. This guy was originally a doctor in the Shang Dynasty, but later because he offended the king of Zhou, he was gouged out of his eyes, and then abandoned his corpse in Lutai.

Later, after Yang Ren's death, the resentment did not dissipate, and the colorful auspicious clouds of the moral true monarch were dispersed, and then the moral true monarch felt that Yang Ren was upright, so he swept away his corpse and put two golden pills in Yang Ren's eyes.

To say that these two golden pills are also wonderful, two small hands grew out of Yang Ren's eyes, and there was an eye in each palm. In the Romance of the Gods, although this eye is a little weird, it is a veritable divine eye, which can see through all falsehood, shatter all confusion, and is much more powerful than my half-hung eyes.

I have always felt that Yang Ren's appearance was made up by the author, but when I saw this old man holding a long flag, I immediately found that the image of Yang Ren was likely to really exist.

But it was said that the group of people kept moving on silently, and stopped when they came to the side of the stream. Guessing that he didn't want to wade through the water, the old man in the lead stopped and stuck the long banner on the ground.

After the banner was planted on the ground, the men, women, and children who did this strange ritual no longer knelt down and leaned back, but formed a circle centered on the flag, and then sat upright on the ground, each took out dry food and water from his bosom, and began to eat without saying a word.

From beginning to end, except for the jingling of the bells on the flags, none of the people in this group said a word, and they did not even chew slowly while eating, and did not make a sound at all. Coupled with the fact that the sun is setting and night is falling, it adds a sense of mystery to this group of strange people.

I had been standing behind the slope and taking a closer look, not because I was curious, but because the group of people had stopped by the river, blocking my direction. If I wanted to go, I would have alarmed them, or I would have to go back the way I came.

And when it came to figuring out what was going on with this group of people, I didn't want to provoke them.

After the group had eaten silently, they fell to their knees without saying a word, as if they had fallen asleep. I was a little anxious to wait, because although the corpse behind Banzai was beaten flat by two paper figures, it was not dead, and if it was delayed for a long time, it was hard to guarantee whether the corpse would come back again.

Wouldn't it be bad if the stream was blocked by this group of people?

After hesitating for a long time, I was about to venture out of the water under their noses, when I heard a child crying in front of me. The child's crying voice was extremely abrupt, and I don't know if it was a vocal cord problem, but when he cried, it was like a night owl barking.

I was startled by the uncontrollable crying, but the men, women, and children on their knees remained silent. Only the leading old man said something in a hoarse voice, and immediately a strong man stood up.

The old man with hands in his eyes and eyes in his hands didn't seem to be speaking Chinese, let alone Tibetan, and I didn't understand it anyway. But when the strong man stood up, he carried an axe in one hand, and without saying a word, dragged the weeping child out.

The weeping little boy was about six years old, dark and dirty, with only a pair of big sparkling eyes. When the strong man dragged the little boy out, the little boy kept struggling and cried even more.

The strong man, probably annoyed by what he was hearing, held the little boy in one hand, and smashed an axe on the little boy's head. This time it was smashed so hard that the little boy's brain burst on the spot, and his flesh fainted.

The crying stopped abruptly, but I was so shocked that I almost didn't jump out. This guy was so quick that before I could react, he killed the little boy with an axe. The main thing is that I didn't expect a strong man to be so ruthless at all!

What the fuck are these guys! The child cried and was stoned to death on the spot with an axe, and the men, women, and children who were kneeling on the ground did not even move, and still knelt silently in place, like a stone man.

After the strong man smashed the little boy to death with an axe, he cut the little boy's neck with his hand, he carried the little boy upside down, and sprinkled the blood around the long flag, and when the blood dried up, the strong man threw it away, and the little boy's body was thrown far into the stream.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the body of the little boy happened to fall not far from me. In the darkness, with the unique vision of my eyes, I could even clearly see the horror on the little boy's face and the blood that had not yet dried up.

I silently pulled out the beating stick, and said in my heart that since I had encountered this matter, I couldn't ignore it. When I first started in the industry, my boss said that exorcists are actually like police uncles, what they do is to punish rape and eliminate evil. It's just that the police uncle arrests ordinary criminals, while the exorcist deals with the evil spirits who harm people and the masters on the murderer list.

When I encounter this kind of thing, it is actually the same as the policeman's uncle who met a mob and killed someone, how can I not care?

But he said that after the strong man hacked the little boy to death, he knelt in his position again. Underneath the banners, people became quiet again, and no one dared to make any sound. Only the bells on the banner were blown by the wind, and they jingled, which was very pleasant.

I silently made my way up the reverse slope and went around to the edge of the creek. Standing in this position, I could just see the long banner standing tall and the strange-eyed old man underneath the long flag.

As I stood here, I realized that the eyes of this strange-eyed old man were born deformed. Two limp polyps hung from the corners of his eyes, just above their sockets, and at first glance they looked like two small fingered hands.

However, there are two dark black birthmarks on those two polyps, and from a distance, they can see the strange appearance of hands in their eyes and eyes in their hands.

In all fairness, if Yang Ren in the Romance of the Gods is out of phase, how disgusting is the deformity on this old man's eye socket.

The old man sat under the banner, and the silent crowd around him surrounded him like stars and moons. I was wondering whether to jump out and administer justice or take a closer look, when suddenly there was a low cry in the crowd.

This voice should have come from a middle-aged woman, and it seemed that she was trying her best to suppress her cry, not wanting to be discovered. I didn't think that the strange-eyed old man had deformed eyes, but his ears were very dexterous. He turned his head to look at where the cry was, and then the strong man with the axe stood up again.

The strong man was really ruthless, and dragged a weeping woman out of the crowd with an axe, and dragged her under the flag.

I knew that if this woman was dragged under the long flag, she might smash her head with an axe, and I didn't care about anything else at the moment, so I hurriedly roared: "Stop! ”

You must know that my voice is earth-shattering and awe-inspiring. As soon as the voice came out, the strong man carrying the woman immediately stopped, and then looked at me.

Behind the strong man, the people who were kneeling down also turned their heads in unison, all eyes staring at me.

I pulled out my beating stick, pointed at the strong man with the axe in his hand, and said angrily, "Do you understand human speech? Let her go! ”

The strong man grinned at me, then raised his axe and slammed it into the middle-aged woman's head.

This time he used the blade of the axe, and as soon as the axe went down, the middle-aged woman who was crying quietly just now didn't even snort, and her head was directly cut open. Blood and brains flowed down the spot. The middle-aged strong man smiled evilly, threw away the corpse of the middle-aged woman, and walked towards me with a bloody axe.

This made me tremble with anger, this bastard is so cruel! This middle-aged woman was killed directly in front of me! Damn, I'm really going to fuck him today! Gotta kill this bastard!

In a fit of rage, my temperament calmed down. After two swings of the beating stick, I was ready to whip this strong man to death with a stick. As a result, at this time, the strange-eyed old man suddenly said something he didn't understand, and the strong man with the axe, who was still menacing just now, immediately stood respectfully in place.

I pointed at the strong man with the axe with a beating stick and said coldly, "Bastard! Don't think that if you don't do it, Lao Tzu will let you go! Two lives, today I say that I will chop you up and feed the fish! ”

After saying this, I said to the strange-eyed old man, "And you! Old man, don't blame me for not respecting the old and loving the young, with your kind of virtue, it is not worth me to respect the old and love the young! ”

At that moment, I was about to rush over and beat people with a beating stick, but at this time, the strange-eyed old man suddenly used half-baked Chinese: "Chinese? ”

I said, "That's right! I'm Chinese! Old guy, when you go to the Yin Cao Underworld, remember my name, I am Yu Buren from the Yin and Yang Shop! ”

The polyps in the old man's eye sockets kept trembling, and he really looked like two small hands were moving. He said, "Are you an exorcist from China?" Why bother with the affairs of our outlands? ”

He didn't say that it was okay to turn into an outsider, but as soon as these four words came out, I was stunned on the spot.

Are these strange guys really from the Outer Land?

I vaguely remember that there is such a clause in the Vatican Convention: when the exorcist is not threatened with his life, he must not do anything to anyone in the Outer Lands, nor can he interfere in anything in the Outer Lands in any way.

If this strange-eyed old man and the person who was killed belong to the Outer Land, then I really don't dare to meddle in this matter. To put it mildly, it is a violation of the Vatican Convention, and it will be punished by the black angels. At worst, it would have provoked a dispute between the Outer Lands and the exorcists of the world.

Speaking of which, some people may ask, what is the Outer Land?