When a group of people hurriedly carried the wounded and walked to Huxian Ridge, another hour had passed.

Linghu Village on Huxian Ridge is a small village with a history of more than 100 years, with dirty dirt streets flanked by bungalows and adobe houses, yellow dogs on the doorways barking unwelcome at the Red Guards, roosters cooing and swaggering at the entrance of the street pecking at the seeds on the ground, and old locust trees and old pine trees standing like giants in front of the back houses.

The Red Guards stood at the entrance of the village with their faces looking at each other, but they did not see a single person in the huge village.

"Did the reactionaries hear in advance that the revolutionary fighters were coming, and they all abandoned the village and fled?" Someone asked puzzled.

In the past, wherever they went, there was a group of people who greeted them with smiling faces, and cooperated with these little ancestors with kind words to prevent them from destroying too much, but this village was good, all of them were empty.

"Grandma's, if they don't run, it means that they have no problem, they all run away, it seems that this village has a big problem! Put the tiger under the tree and let him rest, and we will go and raid the house one by one! The squad leader roared with an angry laugh, and everyone under his command let out a senseless howl of excitement:

"Defeat the old forces and create a new world!" It is said that it is a raid, during the special period, as long as any person hangs the Red Guard armband, without showing any certificate, he can forcibly enter other people's homes to rummage over boxes and cabinets, dig three feet into the ground, many Red Guards here also have difficulties in living at home, "raiding homes" is actually an opportunity for them to legally break into other people's homes and rob.

"Wait, I seem to smell it...... The smell of wood and what meat is roasted. Someone said suddenly.

"Look over there?! The black smoke on the north side of the village is getting bigger and bigger! Are these reactionaries setting fire to us and trying to burn us to death? Someone pointed to the north of the village, and the black smoke that had been visible on the mountain road was now more visible, more and more monstrous, enveloping half of the sky, and I didn't know what was burning.

"What are you kidding, this is their hometown, we're just here to catch a few typical critics, why did they burn down their hometown for such a thing?" The team leader is crazy is crazy, but in this era, he also knows what the bottom line is and what things cannot be done, and his mind has always remained relatively clear, so that he can live longer in this complicated era.

"Let's go over there and search, don't be afraid of the reactionaries! They are all paper tigers! The squad leader waved his hand, and the whole team walked majestically towards the black smoke on the north side of the village.

Ren Zhiguo was about to follow, but was stopped by the squad leader with a wicked smile:

"You don't have to go to Ren Zhiguo, stay here and take care of this sick number." The team leader said in a non-negotiable and cold tone, because of Ren Zhiguo's height and his performance in various sports, the team leader has always been very optimistic about him, if it weren't for Ren Zhiguo and this team leader from a village, he would have found an opportunity to get rid of Ren Zhiguo's oil bottle.

Ren Zhiguo was also very happy, he couldn't see any reaction on his face, he was happy in his heart, and sat on the grass under the tree with the sick man who was lying on the stretcher and hummed and chirping, and the sick number was also a very revolutionary enthusiast, and he repeatedly applied to take the injury to "fight", but it was a problem for him to stand up now, in this era of cold people, no one was willing to support him as a drag oil bottle, he could only stay under the tree with Ren Zhiguo, the "coward" in his eyes.

Everyone else in the team threw a few disdainful glances at Ren Zhiguo, and the Red Guards did not raid their homes, did not criticize and fight, and did not squeeze oil and water from the crotch of the reactionaries, what did they live by?

Ren Zhiguo just sat down and rested for a while, more than a dozen Red Guards left without a trace, now it is almost ten o'clock in the morning, the sun is getting stronger and stronger, there are bursts of dry cicadas around the sound, and there have been bursts of burnt smell of meat in the north, Ren Zhiguo sat leisurely and was stunned, and he was not interested in talking to the sick number, seeing that there was no one around, he went down to the field to steal a half-ripe big watermelon in the field of a fellow countryman and killed it to quench his thirst, and caught a cricket on the ground to tease and play, and a shaking spirit passed for another hour.

"Hey, coward, why haven't they come back yet?" The sick number who had been lying on the stretcher finally couldn't help but ask Ren Zhiguo.

"Who knows, maybe the class hatred in their chests is too fierce and is still on the rise." Ren Zhiguo has never cared much about his comrades-in-arms in the team, leaning on an old locust tree, humming a little song with wheat straw in his mouth.

"You're humming eighteen touches, aren't you? It's so reactionary! After listening to it, the sick number felt that this tune was quite familiar, and immediately reacted and asked angrily.

"You kid can hear that this is eighteen touches, which proves that you are not a good bird, and you often sing in private, right?" Ren Zhiguo asked with a grin.

The sick number's face turned red, and he couldn't answer, originally he had the idea of reporting Ren Zhiguo to the organization in his mind, but now he has also dispelled it, and once he reports it, he will finish playing.

After being speechless for more than half an hour, Ren Zhiguo, who was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep, suddenly heard something, very thin, very light and very good, as if there had been a young girl singing something in his ear.

"Hey, dude, did you hear that?" Ren Zhiguo shook the sick number that had fallen asleep on the stretcher and began to snore.

"Hear what?" The sick number said in a daze: "I just heard my wife arguing with me at Zhou Gong's place......"

"It seems that there is a girl singing a little song?" The more Ren Zhiguo listened, the more he felt that this was that girl singing, and in the era when model operas were rampant all over the world, singing such a tortuous and tactful song was also a big rebellion!

"Are you dreaming of listening to your daughter-in-law who doesn't have a word of eight words called Chun, right? It's still a small song, who dares to sing a little song these days? The sick man turned over again, cursed, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Ren Zhiguo felt more and more that something was wrong, it had been almost two hours, and the Red Guards should have come back no matter how long they were making a fuss, but there was still no one around, the black smoke in the distance was still burning, and the smell of burnt meat had been looming in his nose, it smelled very fragrant at first glance, but now he smelled too much and just wanted to vomit.

The doctor was sleeping soundly under the tree, and Ren Zhiguo didn't bother to disturb him, so he set off alone and walked to the north of the village, intending to urge the comrades in the team to go home too.

After walking for ten minutes, the sound of singing became louder and louder, and the smell of barbecue became heavier and heavier, and when he walked to the Fox Immortal Temple in the north of the village, Ren Zhiguo was suddenly frightened, his brain was quite clever, and as soon as he felt that the situation was wrong, he immediately hid in the bushes on the side.

In front of the Fox Immortal Temple, there were nearly 200 people standing densely, men, women and children, but all of them wore masks, some were masks of ghosts, some were Cao Cao and Liu Bei Zhuge Liang in Peking Opera, some were serpentine dragons, tigers, and even mouse-like masks.

Everyone danced in unison around the ancient and old fox fairy temple piled up in front of the countless firewood and burning fire, sometimes like a resentful woman in the boudoir, sometimes like a thief tiptoeing, sometimes like some strange boxing technique.

And dancing with everyone was a young girl in front of the fire, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a white fox fur robe, wearing a pure white fox mask like a hat on her head, the mask was decorated with lifelike fine fur, she whirled gracefully, singing ancient and profound sacrifices, holding a white bone dagger in her hand, and her long black hair fluttered and swirled behind her head with her dance steps.

"Waiting for all living beings to be seeded like a waterfall, and the delusional empty peanuts are like a wonderful thing.

The five saints and all the heavens have spirits, and the ups and downs of the world are dreams that have no roots.

Sip, the spirit fox was born 38,000 years old, and the immortal protection of my true spirit will not be extinguished.

Sneer, come to the West for seven thousand and twelve calamities, and you should swear to abandon me and take shelter and be turned into ashes.

……”

Layer by layer, following the girl's dance steps, the demons danced wildly, and the black smoke rose in the sky, converging into a fox's face, the scene was psychedelic and evil like a dream.

The girl's delicate figure wrapped in leather clothes and cloth finally stopped spinning, and she just bowed her head in the direction of Ren Zhiguo, and then she raised her head slightly, with a wicked and unreal smile on the corner of her mouth.

Ren Zhiguo was so shocked by this face that he forgot to breathe.

The dark blue eyes, the perfect bewitching little face, the pale and weak skin like snow, and the corners of the eyes, that little finishing touch adds a bit of charm......

Tear nevi.