When the owner of the rice shop told me who that person was, I thought he was joking.

"It's the big boss who came to our village to build a house, Mr. Qin." The owner of the rice shop said.

This is an international joke! That Mr. Qin is in the water in his brain, so he will give his life for our whole village!

And these things that make our village panic aren't all secretly done by Mr. Qin?

Thinking of this, I just felt a little wrong, then Mr. Qin, maybe he wanted to take the opportunity of the mountain festival to make some big conspiracy!

I carried the rice bag and ran all the way home, and then told them about it with the little sharpshooter.

They also said that it was indeed a little strange.

"Then what kind of conspiracy is Mr. Qin going to do?" I asked.

"I don't know, just go and see." Said the little sharpshooter.

Then I went out with the little sharpshooter and the others, and secretly hid behind a large willow tree about fifty meters away from the stage square, secretly observing the situation over there.

About eighty percent of the people in the village came, all of them performed their duties, and they were preparing for this mountain festival in full swing, some people were responsible for beating gongs and drums, some people were responsible for distributing spears, and Mrs. Xu was on crutches and was shouting and directing the big guys.

Suddenly, there was a rush of movement in the crowd, making way for a way.

It was Mr. Qin, the protagonist of the mountain festival, who appeared, wearing a black silk shirt, walking in a figure-eight step, with a smile on his face, greeting the villagers one by one, not at all like he was going to die.

But at this time, behind Mr. Qin, another person followed into the square, and when I saw the appearance of that person, my eyes suddenly widened.

It was the strange old woman I met in the ancestral hall yesterday.

The old woman is also dressed in black today, still covering her face in black veil, holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand, and bending her waist.

After Mr. Qin greeted everyone, he hurriedly turned around to support the old woman, and his appearance and demeanor were extremely respectful.

Subsequently, Mr. Qin introduced the big guy and said that this old woman was his mother.

"The old lady surnamed Qin? I guess he's also a corpse bearer who knows the evil law, right? The old kid asked in a low voice.

The little spear shook his head and said that the corpse bearer passed on the male but not the female.

At this time, after Mr. Qin helped his wife sit down, he turned around and asked Mrs. Xu, can the mountain festival begin?

After receiving an affirmative reply, Mr. Qin took off his silk shirt and asked the villagers in charge of the mountain festival to tie him with hemp and rattan sticks, and then put him on the altar built of wooden shelves.

Before the start of the mountain festival, the old lady Xu, who was the sacrifice, must say a few words.

In previous years, the sacrifice was nothing more than wearing the mask of the mountain god, pretending to be the mountain god, angrily denouncing the sacrifice that was regarded as the source of the disaster, and pronouncing the death penalty of the sacrifice, symbolizing the end of the disaster.

But now, Mrs. Xu's speech is quite funny, and she has been praising Mr. Qin's dedication and expressing our gratitude to Tashan Village for sacrificing his life to save the village.

In the end, it was Mr. Qin who was impatient and interrupted Mrs. Xu's words, and asked the mountain sacrifice ceremony to start quickly!

The old woman sitting there, the so-called Mr. Qin's mother, also looked indifferently at Mr. Qin, who was about to be executed.

Old Lady Xu coughed embarrassedly, and then put on the mountain god mask.

"In the name of the mountain god, drink a hundred warriors of Tashan Village!

"Kill the incarnation of the evil god! End the scourge!

"It's also peaceful in Tashan Village!"

As Old Lady Xu's words fell, the hundred villagers with spears stepped forward, surrounded the altar, and formed a circle, aiming the spears in their hands at Mr. Qin, the scene was quite spectacular.

But even at this time, Mr. Qin still had a relaxed smile on his face.

At this time, the little spear beside me whispered, "I know what the guy surnamed Qin wants to do." ”

The little spear let us look at the back of Mr. Qin's head, and there were three small white dots exposed on the outside of his hair.

The little spear said that it was a demon technique of the Xiangyin corpse man, called "leaving the soul".

The so-called "soul separation" is to use three bone needles to pierce the acupuncture points in the back of the brain, which can extinguish the three life fires of the human body, and there are three life fires on the body of the living person, which is a symbol of the yang energy of the living person.

Moreover, it is absolutely impossible for this person in the state of "leaving the soul" to be killed, because his three life fires are all extinguished, and he is already a living dead, and he is no different from a walking corpse.

The little spear said, if we are smart enough, we should be able to guess what Mr. Qin wants to do by now.

We all nodded, this Mr. Qin, the ultimate goal is to deceive the people of our village, believe in the so-called demon fairy he serves, and then voluntarily sacrifice his life for their use.

Right now, he volunteered to become a sacrifice for the mountain festival, no doubt in order to use evil methods to bluff the people of our village later, and then further coax and brainwash our villagers!

"So what are we going to do?" The old kid asked.

"Now hide here, watch him act quietly, and when he reaches the climax, let's go out and dismantle his stage!" Said the little sharpshooter.

At the same time, the little spear asked Uncle Nine to take out a peach wood branch from his backpack and hold it in the palm of his hand.

I looked at the situation on the other side of the altar with all my attention, and saw that the people of the village of No. 100 shouted slogans, contracted their spears in unison, and stabbed Mr. Qin who was kneeling on the altar again!

It was definitely impossible for a hundred spears to be stabbed on Mr. Qin's body, but there were still more than a dozen spears, piercing from the front, back, left and right directions of Mr. Qin's upper body, and penetrating Mr. Qin's body.

Mr. Qin immediately smashed his head on the ground of the altar and did not move.

The villagers pulled out their spears, but were surprised to find that there was no blood on the spear, and Mr. Qin's body was not bleeding.

But Mr. Qin was still dead, and Mrs. Xu came up for an autopsy to prove that Mr. Qin was out of breath.

Seeing this scene, my heart chuckled.

Isn't this the first sign when the catastrophe in our village came that the snake-bodied monster Grandpa Liang in my dream said last night.

Slaughter with 100 hands!

Now, it was really a hundred people who killed Mr. Qin with their own hands!

At this time, in the clear sky, a thunderclap suddenly sounded!

This thunderclap immediately frightened all the villagers.

But in the next second, something even more terrifying happened.

Mr. Qin's body trembled violently, and then he opened his eyes and came back to life, and the wound on his body that had been stabbed out was gone at some point.

The onlookers shouted in horror, but Mr. Qin looked urgent and yelled to silence everyone.

"At the moment of death, I saw a miracle! A goddess fairy wearing a crown of golden phoenix purple flames and a colorful phoenix winged robe has given me an immortal body! He also appointed me to be her oracle to attract believers for her in this world! Mr. Qin's eyes widened, and his acting skills were quite exaggerated.

Hearing this, the villagers immediately turned their heads to each other.

"As you saw just now, I was killed by a hundred and ten spears, but I was instantly resurrected without the slightest wound on my body!"

One after another, some villagers began to believe, and at this time, Mrs. Xu, who has always been extremely superstitious, threw away the crutches excitedly, and shouted in a loud voice: "This is the will of the mountain god!" Sent Mr. Qin, a divine envoy, to save our village! He is the savior! ”

In an instant, the villagers around the altar were all boiling and began to bow to Mr. Qin.

Old Lady Xu hurriedly rushed to the altar and untied the hemp rattan that bound Mr. Qin.

Mr. Qin opened his arms and enjoyed the worship of the villagers, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of successful conspiracy.

"Let's go, it's time, go and dismantle his stage." Said the little sharpshooter.

Our group squeezed into the crowd, and as soon as some of the villagers saw the little spear and them, they immediately shouted that the evil man of the troupe was coming, and then took up their spears to guard against them.

"Put down the spear! Hear me out first! The little sharpshooter roared in his incomparably clear voice, shocking the villagers.

Then, the little spear took the peach wood branch and walked in front of Old Lady Xu.

"Old man, let me ask you, what is it that is afraid of peachwood?" The little sharpshooter asked.

"Naturally, demons and monsters will be afraid!" Old lady Xu replied.

The little spear nodded, took the branch in his hand, and asked Old Lady Xu to touch it, whether it was an ordinary peach branch.

Old Lady Xu nodded, and the little spear asked several other villagers to check it.

Then, the little spear walked in front of Mr. Qin and looked at him coldly.

"You touch it too." The little sharpshooter handed the peachwood branch over.

Mr. Qin's face changed, and then he refused.

"What? Would the oracle still be afraid of the peachwood? The little sharpshooter asked with a smile.

Mr. Qin snorted and said, "It's not that I'm afraid of ......."

However, Mr. Qin's quibbling words were just halfway through when he screamed miserably.

The little spear held the peach wood branch and slapped Mr. Qin's body one after another.

Moreover, white smoke came out of the place where Mr. Qin was beaten!

"See? The oracle would be afraid of Peachwood? I'm afraid it's not a pretending oracle, but a deceitful demon! The little spear said in a mocking tone.

Mr. Qin gritted his teeth, and in order to avoid the whipping of the little spear, he rolled in embarrassment and rolled directly off the altar.

The surrounding villagers, seeing this scene, also began to hesitate, and asked Mr. Qin what was going on.

Mr. Qin is also a cunning man with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and he quibbled that this peach wood branch of the little magic spear did tricks and feet, and deliberately came to frame him, but he was the evil devil, so that the villagers could quickly help take him down.

But this excuse is a bit lame, and none of the villagers moved.

However, they also didn't trust the little spear very much, so they just watched quietly.

For a while, the scene turned into a farce, everyone watched Mr. Qin running around the altar in a lifeless circle, the little spear holding a peach wood branch, chasing after Mr. Qin, and the two of them also fought each other's mouth cannons, attacking each other is an evil demon.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

"You two, don't make trouble, you really want to distinguish who is the evil demon outer way, just fight it in a dignified manner, the evil does not prevail over the right, and the one who loses is the evil demon outer way."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the person who spoke, it was actually the old woman with a dragon head crutch, Mr. Qin's mother. ()

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