The alarm bell in my head was loud, and I said that this place is next to the Corpse Ridge, and the villagers will not be very evil, right? So I hurriedly said, what, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. (\\.52//) Then separate the crowd and try to get out of the crowd.

But who knew that the half-grown young man suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and said in a thick dialect of Chinese, you can't go.

I thought to myself that there was something wrong with this village! I didn't think much about it at the moment, and kicked the young man's calf, and the guy was caught off guard, and I kicked a duck, and I immediately two ducks and a duck, and the girl ran away.

Who knew that after running two steps, two immediately stopped in front of me, and two palm-wide flat poles smashed over their heads and faces, and I cursed in my heart,! Are you going to kill people in broad daylight?

Although the has great strength, I am full of food and drink, and I am not a soft-footed shrimp. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed a flat pole, and said while parrying, everyone is Chinese, what do you say! Don't hurt the peace! And I don't have a penny on me! Still hit me with bricks?

I only said a few words, and more than a dozen local men with big shoulders and round waists rushed over from the entrance of the village, which completely blocked my escape road, I regretted just slapping myself twice, what are you doing with so much nonsense? Just take the road and run away.

This village is not big, but it is simple to say that it is small and not to make up dozens of strong men. Even if I can fight, I won't be able to beat the whole village. What's more, I didn't even have the dagger capital touched by that dead child, and I didn't have anything in my hand except for a stolen pole.

I said in my heart that heroes don't suffer immediate losses, they can't beat you, I have to outrun you. So he crossed the flat pole and chose a direction to rush out.

As the saying goes, rabbits bite when they're in a hurry, let alone me, a big living person. I carried a flat shoulder like a mad tiger, rushing left and right in the circle, trying to hit out. It's just that the villagers are not stupid, dozens of people surrounded me, no matter how I fight, there are always more than 20 people in front.

I thought to myself, this is not the way to go! Could it be that someone really died here? Bullying foreigners doesn't bring this!

It doesn't matter if I'm killed, but no one goes to the special case department to report it, who will save the demon queen then? They gave me a chance to escape!

The more I thought about it, the more angry I felt in my heart, seeing that this group of people still didn't let go, I felt murderous in my heart, this Nima, really don't you dare to kill people!

Just as I was thinking about it, the villagers suddenly separated from the left and right, and the two men with the noose threw out the noose directly, this thing is like a thing used to lasso horses in Mongolia, and you can tie you up and drag you away if you put it on people. (\\.52//)

I hurriedly tried to block it with a pole, but the noose was blocked by the pole, but two and a half young men rushed over and pushed me to the ground. These two great boys were so strong that I couldn't breathe, and I almost broke my arm.

The villagers surrounded me and tied me up in a strong knot. At this time, the old man just now appeared slowly.

I was tied up like a rice dumpling, but I knew that people had to bow their heads when they were under the eaves. So I didn't scold, but said to the old man in a good voice, old man, we are all Chinese, if you want money, just report the number, and I'll go back and make it up. Don't be rough, okay?

The old man looked at me, sighed again, and said, "Child, it's not that grandpa is ruthless, but I really complain about your life." The village still needs a sacrifice, and if you don't do it, someone will die in the village.

Sacrifice? Another sacrifice?

I went crazy on the spot, co-authored Lao Tzu was born to be a sacrifice? The group of people from the Dead Sect wanted me to be a sacrifice to the Little Black Sky Immeasurable Bodhisattva, and to whom did the villagers sacrifice me? In these years, what demons and monsters need to be sacrificed by the living?

I said patiently, old man, feudal superstition is unacceptable, you see, now it is all socialist, although your village is still in Myanmar and has not bathed in the sunshine of socialism, but we can't sacrifice with living people, right?

What, my family is also a little rich in China, not to mention anything else, it is enough to build a road for your village, otherwise I will spend money to build a road for you, how about you let me go once?

The old man did not eat oil and salt, and did not say a word to me even if I wore out my mouth, but carried me into the middle of the village with a wave of his hand.

In the center of the village there is a flagpole erected high, and a red dress flutters on the flagpole. The dress resembles a skirt, and it may have been tattered because of the wind and rain.

Underneath the flagpole is a large stone with dark red blood stains on it, and at first glance it is clear that it is a trace of blood. I just had to look at it and knew that there were a lot of people dying in this place.

Two young men carried me and tied me to the flagpole, and the old man said, "Distant guest, this will be your last day, and if you have any wishes, I will try to help you do it."

I said with a bitter face, my wish is that you can let me go

The old man's eyes widened, and he turned around angrily and left. I said, "Hey! Old man, don't leave yet, then what, I'm going to die, you can let me know who I'm sacrificing to! You let me die like this, and I won't let your village go if I become a ghost.

The old man, presumably frightened by my curse, turned and walked back. He looked at the clouds overhead and said, "It's about to rain." Forget it, it's all providence anyway, so be it!

I was tied to the flagpole, but I never gave up the chance to escape. I still have blades in my belt, and money and drugs in the soles of my shoes, but only if I can't be tied!

The old man must be left behind no matter what.

The old man seemed to be a man with a lot of stories, and he sat down across from me, and he had a glass and a flask brought him, as if he wanted to tell me a story while drinking. He poured a glass of wine, first a sip of it himself, then another one, and fed me a sip.

The wine is spicy and should be home-brewed. But it's good for the body. After I took a sip, I felt warm in my body, and then said, "Old man, say it!" Even if I die, you have to give me an explanation, don't you?

The old man sighed, pointed to the mountain in the distance, and said, Do you know what place it is?

I said in my heart, of course, that place is a mountain of hidden corpses, and there are a large number of demons and monsters, and I escaped from that place.

The old man said that the place was called Tibetan Corpse Ridge, and it was said that during the war, many Chinese died.

It doesn't matter if the Chinese die, but this group of people don't know what's going on, and they actually wander in the Hidden Corpse Ridge and can't get out. As a result, the villages around the Hidden Corpse Ridge suffered a lot, and some villagers who returned late were often captured by the ghosts in the Hidden Corpse Ridge as substitute ghosts.

After a long time, the local villagers were panicked, and no one dared to go in that direction anymore. But no one dared to go over there, because the ghost of the Hidden Corpse Ridge had gradually spread outward in recent years.

Sometimes they even wander the village at night, looking for a stand-in.

There are a lot of ghosts in the Corpse Ridge, and this thing finds a stand-in, it goes to reincarnation, but the person who dies will become a new ghost, and then find a stand-in. In this way, it falls into a dead loop, there will always be ghosts wandering in the Hidden Corpse Ridge, and the surrounding villages will never be at peace.

I was surprised to hear this, and said, "Old man, won't you move?" What is good about these barren mountains and mountains? Do you have to stay here and suffer? You listen to me, put me down quickly, and I will take you out. I have money, really, the standard of living in this part of Myanmar is not high

As a result, before I could finish speaking, I saw this old man's face panicked, and hurriedly covered my mouth and said don't speak! Don't talk!

His hands were hard and black, and he didn't know how long it had been since he had washed his hands, and I was so sick that I wanted to vomit on the spot. I hurriedly shook my head, shook off his big black hand, and said, old man, you don't like to hear me say this!

In this case, your village is being targeted by ghosts! There are only two ways to be safe and stable, either move or fight with that powerful ghost! Do you think it is interesting for you to sacrifice with the living? They're playing with you

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Before I could finish my sentence, I felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and when I looked up, it turned out that the blood-colored skirt above my head had fallen from the flagpole and was right on my head.

The old man's face changed so much that he was so frightened that he dropped the flask in his hand, and he looked at me with a look of great horror, and then turned and fled.

I shook my head again and shook off my skirt, then spat and said, "Old man, you haven't finished talking yet, don't run!"

As a result, as soon as I finished speaking, I felt that something was wrong, this blood-colored skirt seemed to be alive!

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