Uncle Aihua cried and rushed to the edge of the cliff of the mountain road, and was about to rush down.

When he had leaned out and looked down, he didn't find that his daughter had fallen under the cliff and was broken to pieces, covered with blood, but saw Yiting's body moving forward at the bottom of the canyon intact, still the same rhythm, still the same way.

Uncle Aihua stared at his daughter, watching her walk step by step towards the distance, and hurriedly descended the mountain road.

At the moment when he descended the mountain road, Uncle Aihua felt a little cold on his face, and a drop of water fell on his face.

It's raining?

Uncle Aihua was a little surprised, but when he saw the bottom of this canyon, it was completely different from what he saw above.

As soon as you step into the confines of the bottom of this canyon, the moon disappears.

In the cloudy environment, the rain hit his face like beans, and his face hurt.

Such a heavy rain! Such a strange downpour!

Through the rain curtain, Uncle Aihua found that Yiting's figure had become a vague dot, walking far forward.

Uncle Aihua hurried forward in the rain and chased after him quickly.

But after chasing, Uncle Aihua found that Yiting's figure flashed and disappeared.

His own woman was gone, which shocked Uncle Aihua.

He hurriedly ran forward desperately, and when he ran to the place where Yiting had disappeared, he saw a small temple.

It's the temple that Yiting saw before.

And Yiting didn't see her here.

The wooden door of the small temple was closed, and Uncle Aihua cautiously walked to the temple door, and looked inside through the crack in the door, but found that the small temple looked lonely and a little dilapidated, and the inside was quite dense, and he couldn't see what was inside at all.

In desperation, Uncle Aihua could only gently slash the temple door with a sickle, but he never thought that the temple door would open automatically.

Uncle Aihua saw his daughter, Yiting, kneeling in front of a statue covered with red silk cloth, praying sincerely.

After Yiting prayed for a while, she leaned over and kowtowed, and then continued to straighten up and pray, and kowtowed again.

Of course, the appearance of his daughter will not give Uncle Aihua a sense of fear.

Although this environment is quite terrifying, for Uncle Aihua, who is almost half a hundred years old, and for an old man who has been crawling on the land of southern Xinjiang all year round, the gloomy environment is limited even if it is terrifying.

At least not to the point where Uncle Aihua is scared.

What scared Uncle Aihua was the idol, the idol, which was covered in red silk.

Because when he saw that Yiting was kowtowing to her, the red silk cloth seemed to move.

And when Yiting got up to pray, the red silk steps returned to calm.

How can you describe this feeling? It is the feeling that the belly of a beer is covered, and as the person breathes, the stomach falls together.

Yes, that's how it feels.

And this undulation of this idol is particularly obvious, and it can be discerned with the eyes.

In other words, the statue of the god under the red silk cloth that Uncle Aihua saw at this moment was alive!

Alive! After confirming that he was not mistaken, Uncle Aihua realized the severity of the problem, and he subconsciously thought that this strange little temple and Yiting's strange behavior, coupled with this strange idol, was definitely a bad thing.

At this moment, he saw that Yiting stopped kneeling, slowly stood upright, and made a gesture of turning her arms to the sky towards the red silk cloth.

This movement is so strange, as if he is opening his arms to let others prey, and Uncle Aihua seems to have seen it somewhere.

Sacrifice! That's right, that's the act of sacrifice.

Uncle Aihua remembers very clearly that in the main village of Nanjiang Village that year, there was a great patriarch who once arranged the whole pig into this shape when he placed offerings on the altar.

At that time, Uncle Aihua was still a young man, and his curiosity was equally strict, so he asked casually.

That's what the great patriarch told it, that in order to sacrifice to the gods, it must do this.

It means that the sacrificer can be allowed to voluntarily allow the gods to obtain his qiē.

Body, soul!

Uncle Aihua couldn't help but snort, he felt that he had to do something to save his daughter, Uncle Aihua subconsciously roared like crazy, jumped into the temple, and slashed the sickle in his hand on the statue covered by red silk!

With this slash, the sickle slashed through the red silk cloth, and the impact of the idol made a sound of metal colliding.

'Ding'

At this sound, the whole ground seemed to shake, and Uncle Aihua felt that his body was unstable for a while, and then the whole scene returned to calm.

It was also this sound that made Yiting, who was originally doing the sacrificial action, tremble and sobered up.

She looked at the scene in front of her hesitantly, her little face suddenly turned pale, and as soon as her body was weak, she withered to the ground.

Fortunately, she saw Uncle Aihua, and Uncle Aihua also supported her.

"Daddy! Dad! ”

Yiting was so frightened that she hugged Uncle Aihua and cried hard, so scared that she didn't know what to do.

Uncle Aihua was also very distressed at this time, where could he think about anything else, seeing his daughter's grievances, he kept patting Yiting's back and comforting: "The baby is not afraid, not afraid, there is a daddy!" Don't be afraid! Daddy helps you call the shots. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Aihua, who was also a very brave man when he was young, showed his side, he gritted his teeth and pointed at the idol with a sickle and scolded: "Where did the evil god come from, causing trouble here, you dare to torture my daughter, I, Aihua, will fight with you!" ”

Shouting, Uncle Aihua's scythe slashed at the idol effortlessly, and the red silk cloth was shattered by this scythe, and the golden idol was also revealed under Uncle Aihua's chopping.

In fact, their nation has always been very reverent of gods and spirits, if it weren't for such a strange thing that happened to their daughter, he wouldn't dare to do such a thing even if Uncle Aihua was given a few more dares.

But it happened to his daughter, even if it was really a god, Uncle Aihua was not afraid, it was a big deal to die, for the sake of his daughter, he was not afraid to let him die.

Uncle Aihua was slashing wildly, but Yiting was gradually sobering up at this time, she didn't know what happened to her, but she knew that she must have strayed into this small temple that day and brought disaster to herself!

When she saw the statue of the god that was no longer covered by the red silk cloth, Yiting suddenly felt that the idol seemed to have changed a little! R1148