A sandstorm that eats people, is it a large-scale illusion, or is it real?

All this is covered by mysterious celestial phenomena, and the missing person will never come back. The big man of Heishui River behaved very calmly, and only sent the clan witch guards to cooperate with the young adults in the clan to carry out the post-disaster reconstruction and rescue work, and the matter was far from over.

The next day, the thick yellow sand still occupied the large and small bluestone walkways in Miao Village, and the follow-up clean-up work was still ongoing.

The young and strong laborers of the clan are divided into two groups, and they clean the sand alternately day and night. At the end of the day, the aftermath of the sandstorm dimmed the light on the top of the mountain, and the Heishui River was shrouded in darkness. At this point in time, the two shifts of people who were taking alternate breaks began to change shifts, and abnormalities occurred in the interval.

There were no eyewitnesses, and the dog barked in the Miao village, so it was there quietly. At the entrance of the village, under the big archway that reads "Heishui River Miao Village", ten black lacquer coffins appeared, which were neatly placed on the ground, and the coffin lids were all sealed on the coffin with iron nails.

Someone is challenging the authority of the Miao people of the Heishui River and the wisdom of the wizards in the clan! There will be no electronic monitoring and other equipment of advanced civilization in the closed and backward places, and the handover team only feels that everything is happening in a trance, they are not there, and when they turn their heads, the coffins have all been arranged.

In the dark environment, ten coffins suddenly appeared, and even Miao people, who dealt with poisonous insects and evil things all day long, would feel shuddering.

Soon, the news of the appearance of an unknown coffin at the entrance of the village spread to all corners of the Heishui River, and the breath of death enveloped the calm mountains, enveloping this human settlement.

In the bamboo building of the clan witch in the southwest corner, Mo Yu, the representative of Zongzheng Qingrong, the ram and the priest of the Shu family, Yang Ze, each led the clan witch guards to the archway at the entrance of the village, and ten coffins were placed impressively.

The faces of the two suddenly became gloomy, and in the traditional concept of almost every nation, coffins are ominous, not to mention the appearance of ten coffins of unknown origin in Qiqi, which is terrifying.

"I guess it must be the corpse of the missing Miao people, the difference between me and Sanqian is that we faked our death, but they really died inside." Zhu Beichen's guess made Han Qingxin's eyes flicker, whether he was too smart, or was he himself a part of the mysterious power of Wushan.

That's right, Zhu Beichen has already guessed the facts.

Aunt Mo Yu is a ruthless character, she immediately ordered someone to open the museum on the spot, she will not be sure of any evil things, she only respects the orthodox witch Gu of Hei Miao.

The coffin was opened in unison, and the corpses of ten missing Miao people lay quietly in the coffin! There were no external injuries, no traces of the fight, no signs of Gu, they were like they were asleep, no heartbeat and no breathing. The cause of death is unknown.

"When the coffin is opened, they look the same as when you were first lifted out of the coffin yesterday, like, really like!"

"You think I'm dead, too?"

"Hmm!" Han Qingxin's tears fell down with a click, Zhu Beichen never thought that a capable and iron-blooded woman would actually think that she would shed tears when she died.

On December 23, 2005, the day after the sandstorm, ten coffins reappeared in the dim morning light at the entrance of the village. Yellow sand covered the ground at the entrance of the village, and the coffins were stacked on top of the yellow sand, and the coffins showed that they were covered with a thin layer of sand, as if the power of the underworld had covered the dead with a fig leaf. From a distance, it looks like small graves. Ten more people who had gone missing from the sandstorm appeared, and they had turned into stiff corpses. The cause of death was addiction, no fatal trauma, no signs of poisoning.

People began to suspect that the strange sandstorm was not controlled by human forces, gradually harvesting the heads of every Miao people, and panic spread like an epidemic on the banks of the Heishui River.

On 24 December 2005, three days after the sandstorm, a second batch of corpses appeared. There was an anomaly in the bodies in these coffins.

"Where are these coffins and corpses?" Zhu Beichen asked.

"In the square in the center of the village, they built a big bamboo hut and placed it all there." Han Qingxin.

"Didn't their families bring their coffins home for burial?" Zhu Beichen.

"Hehe, if it were you, would you dare to bring these things home?" Han Qingxin replied with a sneer, with sarcasm in her voice.

What happened later proved Han Qingxin's word formation, they are things!

The corpses in this batch of coffins have changed, and it is Aunt Mo Yu who is responsible for arranging and disposing of the whole incident, as well as Yang Ze, the priest of the Ram and the Shu family. Mo Yu's strong and capable skills completely overturned Yang Ze, and he has always been a coercive onlooker.

When this batch of coffins was collectively pried open, a faint white smoke overflowed from the cracks of the coffins, and after the dust, it was a haze day for several days, and the white smoke faded in the air, which was caught by the sharp-eyed Mo Yu in time, but killed several clan witch guards who opened the museum on the spot.

The composition of the white smoke was unknown, and it dissipated almost instantly, and the dead clan witch guards could not find the cause of death.

The clouds condensed in the entire Heishui River even worse, and the residents rarely came out and walked around during the day, just like Zhu Beichen saw this morning, there was only a team of clan witches patrolling and guarding the empty bluestone road.

In the three days that the sandstorm hit the Heishui River, they lost a total of more than 50 people, and in the following time, the coffins will still appear regularly. Mo Yu decided, dispatched men to guard the entrance of the village day and night, and organized 24-hour patrols of the strong men in the clan to calm the panic of the people in the clan.

December 25, 2005, four days after the dust storm. As the night passed, the sleepiness of the vigil team at the entrance of the village gradually hit, and Mo Yu arranged a team of nearly thirty clan witch guards here to guard the night. The long night seemed like an instant to the sleeping people, but they struggled to stay up for a few seconds, and the wind of the night was whistling, and the wind was rolling the remaining dust, washing over the faces of the people one after another.

The sturdy clan witch guards on weekdays were a little unbearable, the rolling wind swept the sand and dust and scrubbed it, cutting through the skin, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood.

The sky was bright, the first rays of sunlight fell at the entrance of the village, and Mo Yu, who was patrolling, came with the escort team.

Her face suddenly stiffened, her eyes lit up, and she suppressed her anger and the faint fear that had sprung up in her heart.

"What are you doing, when did these coffins appear?"

Aunt Mo Yu almost laughed out loud in her heart, this group of people is actually guarding ten coffins here, and the number of coffins is neither increasing nor decreasing, just ten a day.

A bold young man from the night vigil walked out of the queue, his legs trembling, he was fighting against Mo Yu's might.

"I, no, no, no, we stayed here all night, and we didn't see any coffins."

Mo Yu stared at the young man coldly, until the other party's legs were paralyzed and he fell to the ground.

"Then tell me, what are these ten things that you are guarding now? Do you want me to open the coffin and throw you in for the night? ”