The village chief sat on a big rock, patted his thigh repeatedly, and said, "At that time, who of us knew such a thing as cultivation."

"Let's just shout the name of the cult cultivator at the top of our voices."

"Guan Liuyao, Guan Liuyao, Guan Liuyao......

"As a result, after shouting like this, no one paid any attention to us at all."

"And our voices echo in this place, not to mention how scary."

"Some of us are cowardly, and we can't stand up on the spot, our legs tremble, and we can't stand up."

"Later, when we put it together, it was useless to shout like that."

"I can't hear Guan Liuyao shouting like this."

"Why can't you hear it? There's a reason for that."

"Anyway, Guan Liuyao is a cultivator, don't care if he cultivates wildly or not, anyway, he started to cultivate."

"We are rural people, and even if we don't know how to practice, we have heard a little bit of legends about gods and ghosts."

"Legend has it that all these cultivators have to settle down."

"Once you settle down, you can't hear the thunder, and it doesn't hurt to get this knife and stab him in the body."

"Let's sum it up, it is estimated that Guan Liuyao has already entered the decision, so it is useless for us to shout out our throats."

"What if it doesn't work? I don't know who came up with the idea to let blood."

"We bleed ourselves."

"Legend has it that the cultivator's nose is very good, and all of them have the nose of a roaring dog."

"The blood of the same clan, they smell it when they put their noses on it."

"Therefore, we bleed ourselves and let our blood come out."

"There is a guy named Xiao Wu, who took the initiative to bleed."

"This young man is fierce and strong."

"I've been putting a small half bowl all the time. There was a smell of blood all around us, but Guan Liuyao still didn't move."

"Some people say, isn't the smell of this blood strong enough, or let's light a fire and boil this blood to let the blood steam out."

"Actually, at that time, everyone was a little skeptical that this Guan Liuyao was really here."

"However, I can't get out anyway, so let's verify it."

"So we took out the matches, and got some dry wood from here, and began to roast the blood."

"Soon, the blood mixed with the smoke drifted out."

"Guan Liuyao still hasn't come out."

"I was so disappointed and a little desperate."

"I sighed and said to the people around me, don't fucking bother, I guess I won't be able to get out of this level."

"Why can't you get out?"

"Let's burn the fire, this smoke directly covers all the blood."

"The big guys are also a little depressed, just sitting next to them, and no one speaks."

"Later, Xiao Wu, who bled out, said: My blood is released, and I am dizzy, we can't just give up."

"Otherwise, let's write the birthday in blood. Write our birthday."

"As soon as I heard this, I immediately came to my senses."

"Someone in the village is sick, and when he asks the goddess Hanye Xiu to come to see the doctor, he also writes his birthday."

"I don't know what the Eight Characters of Birthday are for, but I feel pretty powerful."

"So, we started writing."

"Wait until we're done. Still no movement."

"Xiao Wu suddenly said, shouldn't we write our own? I should have written about Guan Liuyao."

"But Guan Liuyao is a coffin and grew up eating 100 family meals, who knows what his birthday is?"

"Even if he had a birthday, no one would have the patience to remember it."

"Still, we know when he was born."

"We wrote all the days we could, and began to touch them with blood."

"As a result, we are all one

They all lost so much blood that they fell to the ground dizzy."

"The moment I was about to faint, I saw Guan Liuyao in a daze."

The village chief said this, was silent for a while, and said, "I still don't know if what I saw at that time was a hallucination."

"Anyway, I saw Guan Liuyao coming."

"Not only did he come over, but he also rescued me, and he also stuffed me with a book about cultivation."

"And then, that's how I got in."

After the village chief finished speaking, he smiled at us, "That's it."

I looked at the old horse, "Is what he said true?"

The old horse was stunned for a moment, and said in wonder, "It's really fake...... I don't know."

I said, "You know for sure."

"You're in charge of the work here, and they're making this kind of movement here, don't you know?"

The old horse pondered for a while and said, "You have to say that you know...... I do think I've heard of it."

"It is said that there was a time when the 15th of July was celebrated."

"This festival is more important in the Yin Division, and it can be compared to the Spring Festival in our world."

"The yin cha and the little ghosts who work here are all on vacation for a day, some have gone back to visit relatives in the Yin Division, and some have gone to wander in the world."

Lao Ma looked at the village chief: "The day you went, was it the Midyear Festival?"

"I don't know, we've been digging in the ground for a long time," said the village chief.

"However, it was indeed dug in mid-July."

The old horse said, "That shouldn't be wrong, it is said that when they came back, they did find some bloodstains."

"But they didn't take it seriously."

I sighed and said, "So it can be seen that Ye Xiu is really here?"

"But...... Did he depart when he saw you?"

The village chief said with certainty, "I didn't leave."

"He told me at the time that he seemed to be tethered to something and couldn't get out of here."