Rolling dark clouds obscured the moonlight, thunder and lightning flashed and rain flew.

The rain fell on the tiles, and the splashes created a thick layer of smoke.

"Whoa......

Seven or eight people walked into the small courtyard, and Jiang Wuji, who was dressed in a robe, bore the brunt.

Jiang Zhiyu stood by the threshold of the inner room, leaning slightly against the wooden door, covering his chest with his hands, his black eyes flashing.

"Rustling ......"

The village chief walked slowly to Jiang Wuji's side, and the shabby Shifang shoes stepped out of the mud.

"Tomorrow on the twenty-first day, send a sacrifice to the plague god."

The village chief's voice was hoarse, as if he had taken a mouthful of sand.

"Draw the spirit lot, the black lot is useless, and the red lot is sacrificed." The village chief took out a bamboo tube full of long sticks, and his eyes were cloudy and yellow.

This scene seems familiar, but Jiang Wuji's identity has changed......

For a long time, no one moved.

Jiang Wujian didn't need to turn around, he also knew that the village chief was looking at him, or rather, everyone was staring at him.

In the past, Gong Shan did all this thing, but now Gong Shan is seriously injured in bed, so this matter naturally falls on him, the great disciple of the mountain.

The rain seemed to be heavier, and even the vision was affected.

"Apprentice, it's better to be a teacher......"

Without waiting for the village chief to finish speaking, Jiang Wujian stretched out his hand and pointed to the dog baby in the corner, "You, come and draw lots." ”

The latter was stunned as if he was struck by lightning, and then quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Brother Jiang, let me go, let me go!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"I shouldn't have hurt everyone to be beaten, I shouldn't have hurt you, I really knew I was wrong!"

"Leave me alone! You can do whatever you want me to do in the future! Brother Jiang! Leave me alone! ”

"I beg you, I beg you! Woowoo woo ......"

In the face of the dog's begging for mercy, Jiang Wuji's expression did not change at all.

As the friction between the sword body and the scabbard sounded, Jiang Wujian pulled out the Taiji sword given by the village chief.

The rain fell on the sword, and there was a crisp sound.

"Draw the spirit lot, send the plague god, for the good of the village, if you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Jiang Wuji looked coldly at the muddy dog baby, leaving no room for negotiation between his words.

Whether this is a dream or the real world, Jiang Wuji's first task now is to protect himself.

Tonight, even if he doesn't come, there will be other villagers to cooperate with the village chief to preside over the drawing of lots.

Even if the dragon slayer boy eventually becomes an evil dragon, it is not difficult to choose between "others" and "himself".

What's more, the dog baby himself is not a good person, and he can only blame himself.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, the dwarf in charge of guarding the courtyard suddenly stepped forward and kicked the dog baby, and scolded: "Either draw lots, or take it away, hurry up!" ”

"I'm pumping! I smoked ......" The dog baby crawled to the village chief, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain on his face.

There were no surprises in the results.

There are no black sticks in the bamboo tube at night, and whoever draws it is a sacrifice.

The dog baby was taken away, but his heart-rending crying and scolding passed through the layers of rain.

"I don't want to be a sacrifice, I don't want to be a sacrifice!"

"Jiang Wuji! I won't let you go! ”

"You're all going to die for me! I'm going to die!! ”

"Jiang Wuji!"

"Jiang Wujian !!"

Just as Jiang Wuji was about to choose the next sacrifice, the village chief on the side suddenly said: "It's okay, you only need one this time, let's go to the back mountain with the teacher." ”

Jiang Wujian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressed the murderous intent in his heart towards the village chief, and responded, "Okay." ”

As everyone left, the sound of rustling sounded in the small courtyard.

"Actually, I guessed a long time ago that the dog baby must be a sacrifice."

"I'm really envious of Wu Ji, I have become a disciple of the village chief, and I am still a disciple of the founding mountain!"

"Think about the last sacrifice, Wu Jian was whipped by Gong Shan because he wanted to escape, things are not human, and now it is not what it used to be."

"Those who have had a holiday with Wujian before, stay away from us."

"You seem to have offended Wujian before, right?"

"Fart! Don't talk nonsense to me! ”

The argument turned into invective, and gradually became noisy.

Jiang Zhiyu sat on the threshold, his chin in his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

Back Mountain.

Although Gong Shan is not there, the other villagers still perform their duties.

The arrangement of the arrangement, the table that moves the table, the end of the cow head horse noodles.

Soon, the altar outside the hut was ready.

Before dawn and the rain did not stop, villagers came one after another.

Some of them wore robes, some wore hats, and some were simply drenched in the rain.

The mountain roads were muddy and the rain was cold, but everyone was still very religious.

Everything is done in silence and in order.

"Apprentice, there's one thing you need to do." The village chief spoke.

Jiang Wuji: "Master, please command." ”

The village chief didn't say it directly, but let out a long sigh and said, "Disciple, look at them, look at them." ”

Jiang Wuji's gaze fell on the sparse crowd.

Village Chief: "We Taoists, out of the mountains in troubled times, and return to the forest in prosperous times, but now, the miasma is rampant, the suffering is deep, and it hurts for the teacher......"

Jiang Wuji: "......"

The village chief continued: "However, it is not a day and a half to send the plague god, so it is decided for the teacher that after this sacrifice, the altar will be opened and the array will be set up, and the furnace will be alchemized!" ”

"Before the sacrifice is completed, we will first solve the sickness of everyone."

Jiang Wuji's face changed slightly, and he said, "Master is righteous." ”

The village chief bowed his head, "During the sacrifice, you can be the same as others, after the sacrifice, you go and bring Gong Shan to the ancestral hall, remember, don't let him run away." ”

"Gong Shan wants to run?" Jiang Wuxi frowned.

"You are talented, and you have learned the method of tuning, Tai Chi swordsmanship, ordinary evil can also be slashed with a sword, no need to worry too much."

After speaking, the village chief walked towards the wooden house, leaving Jiang Wujian alone in the wind and rain.

Ordinary evil, slash it with a sword?

Am I that strong now? Jiang Wuxi was a little skeptical.

……

Oh, the village chief who had entered the wooden house came out again.

It's just that when he came out, he put on that wooden mask.

At the crack of dawn.

Everybody's here.

Jiang Wujian saw the small fish in the crowd, and the latter also cast a clear gaze at him.

Although the sacrifice didn't require Jiang Wuji to do anything, as a disciple of the village chief, he didn't need to stand with everyone now, but was about five meters away from the wooden house.

It's close, it's close!

"Send God~"

As the dog was thrown into the wooden house, the village chief began to dance and chant with a sword.

It may be that this time it is close, although the village chief's voice is very sharp and the tone is very strange, but he still hears a rough idea.

"The Three Realms and Five Plague Envoys, the clouds are floating in the air."

"As others drift away, they must be on the ninefold for a while."

"Under the palace of Xuanfu, it is rumored that good deeds are played."

"The five plagues came to the meeting, and Jiao returned to Yao Palace."

The village chief knelt on the futon with three pillars of incense in his hand, and his voice was piercing and long.

"Don't look at indecent things, don't listen to indecent people."

"Don't move, don't say anything~"

The villagers bowed their heads and closed their eyes, looking pious.

Jiang Wuxi is also one of them.

But this time, the power that would forcibly control the body did not appear.

Other words.

He can open his eyes at any time......