But it is said that the luck of heaven is lost, the heat and drought last, and the dust flies in the river.

It was the scorching sun that burned like a fire, and the Noda rice was half scorched.

The unbeaten rice was half-dried due to lack of water, and seeing that there was no harvest, the crops were anxious like soup.

So it didn't take long for the drought to make a monster, so that the rumors of a long drought and no rain spread in ten miles and eight towns.

On that day, the morning sun was rising and the heat was steaming.

The entrance of Daoxiang Village suddenly slammed, and the sound of a gong sounded.

With the sound of the gong, a man shouted: "The drought is coming, the drought is coming, and the drought is appearing......"

Lu, drought ghosts, haunts, thousands of miles of red land.

After the publication, the villagers already knew the horror of the drought.

So there was just a shout, and all the old and young of all families picked up their flat poles, carried hoes, and kitchen knives in their hands, and walked out of the house.

"Dryland?"

"Where's the drought?"

When they gathered at the entrance of the village, they only saw the dilapidated settlement in the next village, and the king camel beat the broken gong and pulled his throat and roared there.

"Wang Huozi, are you calling the drought fish?"

"yes, I'm screaming."

"Where is the drought, can you show me?"

"The drought is not my family's wealth, where I pointed it, you can see it."

"Are you entertaining us?"

"You don't believe me as a camel? Okay, hearing is false, seeing is believing, whether the drought is real or not, everyone just follow me. ”

"Where?"

"The drought fish is not raised by me, but naturally in the mountains."

"The mountain?"

"Black Wind Mountain."

"The last person who bewitched the crowd here, you also saw the end."

"I know, isn't it Jiang Youde, who calls himself Mr. Feng Shui, who ended up being beaten into a pig's head and sent to the yamen."

"Uncles and aunts, folks in my hometown. If I lie to you, will you have any good fruit to eat? If I hadn't accidentally discovered the drought, and I couldn't kill the drought, I wouldn't have called everyone along. ”

"Don't you think the crops are dying enough?"

"If you don't want to see the crops continue to die in drought, follow me up the mountain and burn the drought. Just burn the marls to death. There is rain. ”

The king camel has a lotus tongue and is ready to say the names of the villages that will be suspicious.

In the past few months, the villagers have to enter the temple and burn incense everywhere to pray for rain.

Gu Niang Temple has worshipped, Longwang Temple has worshipped, and Guandi Temple has also worshipped, but the gods do not bless, and the rain has not fallen.

Now Wang Huozi said that he had found the drought, as long as everyone worked together to burn the dazor to death. can beg for rain, and the villagers who are as anxious as ants on a hot pot can still hold on.

"Peace, come back, don't follow."

"Mother, didn't Uncle Wang say that if you burn the dartle, it will rain?"

"You can't believe people like Wang Huozi, you can't go."

But it was Ping'an who took Ah Huang and wanted to follow him to see what the drought was like, but was stopped by the Liang family.

Liang's words that didn't let Ping'an follow him were heard by others, and a woman sarcastically said: "Oops." Aunt Liang, your crops are growing well. It's not dead, it's really not in a hurry. ”

Liang raised his eyebrows, stared at the woman with his waist crossed, and shouted: "Aunt Wang, what are you talking about, did I kill your crops or what?" My crops should die, and I want to be buried with them? ”

The aunt of the Wang family was rushed by the Liang family's fierce momentum, her words were stagnant, and her face was flushed, knowing that her thoughtless words just now were really wrong. But I was a little angry in my heart, so I finally had to hum twice and turn my head and leave.

During the long drought, some crops in Daoxiang Village have died.

Looking up at the entrance of the village, it was yellow, and when I approached it, I gently rubbed it with my hand, and the unripe and shriveled rice fell in a stream, which made people's hearts like knives.

And the Liang family's crops, thanks to Nie Xiaoqian's secret collection of wood gas, although the situation is still a little bad, there are no signs of dying.

In fact, during this period of time, Nie Xiaoqian never returned to Gu Niang Temple, where the grass and trees were abundant, she would go wherever she went, no matter day or night, she used "Yimu Jue" to collect wood qi everywhere.

The wood energy contained in the grass and trees is not infinite, she can't dry up and fish and burn the forest and hunt, ten out of ten only collect about thirty percent, and once collected, she will not look back.

And there are a lot of crops that have been affected by the disaster, and she is not limited to the crops of the Ping'an family, but like a firefighter, when she sees someone's crops about to die, she will send the collected wood gas to someone's crops to save them.

More and more wood gas is needed, but it is becoming more and more difficult to collect wood qi, and she goes farther and farther.

It is not accurate to say that the gods are not blessed.

At least Nie Xiaoqian's pretended Gu Niang still blessed many people's crops.

Halfway up the second peak of the Black Wind Mountain.

Hundreds of people crowded in front of a grave.

And on the grave, a farmer looked like a madman, waving the firewood knife in his hand, and roaring with all his might: "If you want to dig my family's grave, come, whoever dares to come up, I will kill him." ”

The stunned were afraid of the horizontal, the horizontal were afraid of their lives, and everyone was stunned by the death of the crops, and they didn't dare to walk forward half a step.

As the leader of the group, Wang Huozi saw this and knew that it was time for him to come out, he cleared his throat, pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward, and said loudly: "Feng Mazi, your father died at the beginning of the year, and he was buried here, am I right?" ”

As soon as Feng Mazi saw Wang Huozi, his eyes immediately turned red: "Wang Huozi, today is either you dead or I live." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his knife and rushed towards Wang Huozi, but after only a few steps, someone in the crowd threw a fishing net and caught Feng Mazi.

Then before Feng Mazi could struggle, several men rushed out to collect a few corners of the fishing net, and Feng Mazi was suddenly caught in the net and couldn't move anymore.

"Folks, everyone has seen it, this is the grave of Feng Mazi's father, Feng Dequan." Since Feng Mazi had been caught, Wang Huozi, who was no longer threatened, walked up to the grave, pointed to the grave soil, and said, "I don't know if you have noticed that Feng Dequan's grave, the mud on the grave is wet. ”

When everyone heard Wang Huozi say this, their curiosity became and they rushed forward one after another.

Some of them were bold and reached out to rub a handful of soil on the grave, and it was really wet, and if they pinched it hard, it seemed that they could squeeze out the water.

"You can see it all, the surrounding grass and trees are all dry, but this grave is seeping water, and what is even more strange is that the grave is seeping water, but there is no grass. Everyone said, is there such a truth in this world? The king camel touched the stinky sweat on his face, and the smile gradually spread from the corner of his mouth.

"Nope." Everyone responded in unison, majestic mountains and rivers.

"The grave seeps water, but no grass grows, which shows that this grave is the hiding place of the drought." Wang Huozi nodded and said loudly.

"What, the marls are hiding in the graveyard?"

Everyone's faces changed slightly, and they couldn't help but take a step back in unison.

"Don't be afraid, the drought has not broken through the soil, which proves that it has not yet become a climate. Before the climate, there were so many of us that one person could drown it with a mouthful of spit. Wang Huozi laughed.

Everyone looked at each other and squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

No one here has ever seen a drought with their own eyes, and no one knows how vicious it is. To say that to drown it with spittle, the crowd could not believe it.

However, they are indeed many people at this time, and the so-called large number of people is overwhelming, and their courage has become a lot.

Besides, haven't you seen a drought yet?

"Folks, the drought is abusive, and it's like burning." Wang Huozi swept everyone's expressions in his eyes one by one, and his heart was very satisfied, and his tone became serious, "If we can't eliminate this drought as soon as possible and make it a climate, we can slay dragons on dry days and cross the river with plague." At that time, even if there are more of us, we will not be able to do anything about it. ”

"So what should we do?"

After the king's constant verbal shaking and alarmism, everyone was finally instigated.

"The graves were dug up, the coffins were broken, and the bodies were burned."

"This ......"

Death is like life, and death is like survival.

Prying into the coffin and burning the body, but it was a big crime, and everyone hesitated again.

"What are you waiting for, if you really want the drought to kill us, and then you will regret it?"

"Digging graves, breaking coffins, burning corpses."

"No, it's a burning dartle."

"Burn the marry!" (To be continued......)