He Yifei hurried over. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The straight path he chose was too remote, there were few people on the route, and he couldn't see a single person for several days, but now he found a small town, which was naturally like a treasure.

This is a small town that is not much different from Rogue Town, the word "peace" is written at the entrance of the town, and it is daytime at this moment, and the streets of the town are full of people coming and going, and the vendors come and go in an endless stream, and the sound of hoops is endless! The street stalls are all over the street.

Walking on the street, He Yifei seemed to return to life on the earth, and the crowd was crowded, busy with their own lives.

After entering the town, He Yifei went straight to the restaurant, and then ordered a table of good dishes and ate and drank.

That night, He Yifei casually found an inn and rested, planning to leave tomorrow.

At night, the third watch was ten ten, He Yifei was meditating and cultivating, knocking and knocking, the sound of gongs and drums outside continued, and the light kept shaking on the street.

"What's going on?" He Yifei opened his eyes and poked his head out.

On the street, lanterns were hung everywhere, crowds of people, and families led their children out to ask for warmth, and the appearance was very panicked, and the crying of children was endless. A few people dressed in Taoist robes were opening the altar, and they didn't know what they were playing.

Pushing open the door, He Yifei stopped a junior who had hurried over and asked, "Little brother, is there something going on here? Why did everyone come out?"

Seeing He Yifei's handsome face and kind tone, the panicked Xiao Er looked around carefully, and then whispered, "The guest officer is an outsider?"

He Yifei nodded.

The shopkeeper saw that He Yifei would win, so he continued, "No wonder the guest officer is not clear, the guest officer, you don't know, this town suffers from the Yin corpse, and it must be sacrificed in the middle of June every year, otherwise, the Yin corpse riots, and Ping'an Town will be bleeding like a river, this time is the time to screen the tribute! So, if there is nothing else, the guest officer had better not go out, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings!"

"Sacrifice?" He Yifei was stunned, glanced at the shopkeeper, and asked suspiciously.

"It's better for the guest officer to ask less, otherwise it will cause trouble!" The shopkeeper glanced around carefully, and then said in a low voice, "Guest officer, if there is nothing special, it's best not to go out, if it really doesn't work, you can order Xiao to go and handle it!"

"Okay!" He Yifei saw that the shopkeeper didn't want to say more, so he had to smile slightly, but his eyes were much colder.

He Yifei claimed that he was not a saint, but he was passed down from Fuxi Ancestor, and he was naturally considered a decent person, and he had a trace of anger in his heart for this kind of sacrifice.

After returning to the room, He Yifei pushed open the window of the inn, from here, he could just see the corner of the street. He wanted to see if this sacrifice was what he wanted, and if so, then as a decent person, this kind of careless matter of human life would have to be helped by drawing a sword and taking care of this so-called 'idle matter'.

From He Yifei's point of view, on the street, there are all kinds of households, they are dragging their children and daughters, gathered in the center of the town's street square, and are looking anxiously, and where they are looking, there is a middle-aged bearded man dressed in animal skins, stout is holding a wooden sword, happily doing it.

"I want to see what the hell you guys are doing, I hope it's not what I think in my heart, otherwise ......" He Yifei looked at the people on the street below, his face gloomy.

In the center of the square, with the efforts of a very large number of people, a wooden platform was quickly built, and then a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe with a spiritual realm cultivation jumped up, then took out a dry method tool and began to fiddle.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law ,......" A bunch of notes that He Yifei couldn't hear clearly poured out from the mouth of the middle-aged eight-character bearded man in the Taoist robe on the high platform in the central square, and with the shouting of the spell, the surrounding little heaven and earth aura and aura converged on the Dharma platform, faintly appearing in the shape of a demon, only to see the middle-aged eight-character bearded man in the robe holding a wooden sword, and then swiped according to a certain trajectory, stirring up the little ripples, and it looked like it was also eye-catching.

The wooden sword appeared under the agitation of the surrounding aura, and there were several pointers on the disc, and the pointers rotated leisurely under the qi of the middle-aged bearded man in the Taoist robe.

And this kind of rotation suddenly made the faces of the people who dragged their children and daughters around them full of fear, as if they were afraid that this pointer would point to them.

The middle-aged bearded man in the Taoist robe took down a peachwood sword, and after a spell, he threw the peachwood sword into the air, and then the peachwood sword shot towards the disc in the air with a trace of spiritual power.

He Yifei looked at the actions of the middle-aged bearded man in the robe motionlessly, and sneered in his heart, others couldn't see the trick, but he could see it at a glance, the middle-aged bearded man in the robe relied on the qi silk in his body, and with the help of the peachwood sword, he roared the disc, artificially changing the direction of the pointer on the disc.

This kind of move obviously has an insider's existence.

"You don't have to panic, I have prayed for everyone, and I will definitely be able to vote for a good family in the next life!" The middle-aged bearded man in the Taoist robe touched his mustache and said to everyone.

As the words of the middle-aged bearded man in the Taoist robe fell, the disc in the air also stopped rotating, and finally landed in the direction of a peasant household dressed in coarse linen clothes, facing it deadly.

"It's you!" the middle-aged bearded man in the robe shouted coldly.

"Wow!" The women and children of this peasant household saw that the pointer pointed to themselves and others, and immediately burst into tears and cried loudly, and the peasant household itself was also gloomy and looked like he had no love.

The farmer's family did not resist, because several big men rushed directly around and surrounded the farmer's family of three.

"Once a year, keep safe, with the contribution of your family, the entire Ping'an Town will be safe, and your uncles and nephews will also be taken care of, at least you don't have to worry about being invaded by the Yin corpse. The middle-aged bearded man in the Taoist robe glanced at it lightly, and preached according to the conventional words of the past. This kind of official language is very standard, just like the vernacular, to put it lightly, and directly decides the future of a family of three.

The peasant glanced nostalgically at the indifferent gazes around him, held his wife and children's small hands tightly, exhaled heavily, and walked forward.

"Daddy, Daddy, I don't want to die!" the child didn't understand anything, but his life over the years also let him know that there must be death or life, so he screamed.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaobao is not afraid, my father and mother are here, don't be afraid!" the farmer hugged the child tightly and could only advise. No one wants to die, but he can't resist, because this is the custom of Ping'an Town for a hundred years, and he once thought about escaping, but Ping'an Town is too remote, surrounded by mountains, murderers are infested, and he has no cultivation, and he can't live at all without the protection of Ping'an Town.

"Hold it down!" The middle-aged bearded man in the Taoist robe saw the farmer's family crying, and his heart was inexplicably irritable, and he was no longer convinced by the appearance of a decent person, and shouted viciously.

"Let's go!" Suddenly, several big men sternly escorted the peasant family and walked forward stiffly.

He Yifei stood up, this little bit of experience had already let him know the ins and outs, so he was ready to do justice and meddle in his affairs.

"Stop!" Just as He Yifei was about to jump out of the window, several slender figures directly crossed the crowd and rushed into the center of the square, shouting to stop him.