During the Midyear Festival, the community advocates civilized sacrifices, only offering flowers and not burning paper.

Chen's mother did the opposite, bought a cart of paper money, and dragged her daughter Chen Qingqing to the intersection to burn paper to worship her ancestors.

The beautiful name says: The cold temple burns incense the most manifest, other ancestors can only collect flowers, her ancestors collect paper money, and roll them to death!

There is such an involution mind, not only Chen's mother, there is a mother and son at the crossroads who are already burning.

Mother Chen came to the side of the mother and son, drew a circle with a branch, lit the paper money and said:

"The ancestors of the Chen family blessed, let my daughter get off the single, she can no longer find a partner, next year I will respond to the call of the government, only offer flowers and do not burn paper. Ancestors, look at it. ”

The middle-aged woman on the side who didn't know what to say was inspired when she saw this:

"For the sake of my sincerity, the ancestors of the Yu family bless my son to get off the list as soon as possible."

The two mothers looked up at the same time and found the organization.

"My daughter is a nerd, she has been studying for many years, and she still has no partner!" Chen's mother complained about her daughter.

"My son is a workaholic, and he has no mother except mosquitoes!" Yu's mother complained about her son.

An unpretentious friendship was established.

The men and women standing behind the two mothers looked at each other awkwardly.

"I won't let her burn, she has to burn, and I can't control it." Chen Qingqing is respectful.

"My mother has also been persuaded repeatedly." The man chimed in.

A couple of men and women with three upright views sighed at the same time.

Being dragged by a superstitious mother to do such an uncivilized thing, both young people felt ashamed.

If he is caught by the city management, he may be able to make headlines in the city tomorrow, and the title Chen Qingqing has thought of it:

Citizens burn paper on the roadside in the middle of the night, and the bad habit will not change!

If you don't curb your mother from the root, you will have a mid-year festival, burn cold clothes, and send cold lights...... On all the days of ancestor worship, my mother had to come and burn paper.

Chen Qingqing wants to cure her mother's superstition.

Seeing that there were other people, he didn't want to harm the pond fish, so he whispered to the man.

"After a while, your aunt will burn out, you hurry up and take her away, I will send a message to the community to report my mother, punish her once, and she will have a long memory.

The man's eyes lit up, and this good thing?

"Don't wait, report my mother together."

A pair of mothers who burned paper in front of them talked enthusiastically, and they didn't know anything about the children's whispering plots.

"My daughter's study of civil engineering."

"My son studied crop cultivation and farming."

"Fate! My daughter paves bridges and builds roads, and your son develops agriculture, both of which are professions that benefit the society and have a bright future! ”

The two mothers glanced at each other, and suddenly had an inspiration.

"Old sister, I think we also fall in love, let the children add a WeChat to each other?"

"Good, good! Qingqing, you add WeChat-ah! Mother Chen turned around and exclaimed when she saw the burning grass.

"It's on fire!"

The burning paper money was blown away by the wind and fell on the grass, igniting dead branches and debris, and the flames swished and ignited!

Both mothers were stupid, patronizing and chatting, not paying attention to when the fire was lit.

The young man and woman looked up and saw that the flames had already flown above the height of a person.

"You call the fire alarm, I have a fire extinguisher in my car!" Chen Qingqing hurriedly ran in the direction of the car.

The man was just about to respond, but he saw the headlights flashing around the corner, and a large truck was speeding towards Chen Qingqing.

"Be careful!" The man rushed over and protected Chen Qingqing in his arms.

The blinding white light came, and the speeding car arrived.

"Ah!!!h

Accompanied by the screams of the mothers, Chen Qingqing heard a dense drum beat.

And then there's the endless darkness.

......

Chen Qingqing opened his eyes and saw a bloody wooden stake.

There was a little child lying next to the stake, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Chen Qingqing was so frightened that she took a step back, and her shoulders were held down by a pair of powerful arms, so she didn't fall to the ground.

She looked back and saw the man with a blank face.

"Did we have a paranormal event? Wearn? ”

She only remembered that her mother's uncivilized sacrifice caused a fire, and she was hit by a car when she was about to get a fire extinguisher, and the man also came over in order to save herself.

Chen Qingqing looked around, the place where she was at this time was a cave.

The walls are suspected to be painted with blood with various strange symbols, and a roaring bonfire is burning not far away.

Next to the bonfire, there was a wooden stake more than half a meter high, and a child in ancient costume fell in a pool of blood.

Chen Qingqing looked at the man and said in her heart that this handsome young man is not an ordinary person.

With such a big formation, his face doesn't change his color and his heart doesn't beat-

As soon as she wanted to boast, she saw the man covering his mouth and bending over.

"Gross!"

Chen Qingqing decided to retract the idea just now, pat the man, and be strong.

The man straightened his waist and said with a pale face: "I'm not afraid, I'll go over and take a look." ”

Chen Qingqing saw his unusual reaction, and boldly speculated: "Brother, are you fainting blood? ”

"I'm fine." The man endured the fear of blood, looked at the costumed child in the pool of blood, and said in a trembling voice, "I can protect you." ”

Chen Qingqing saw that the cold sweat on the man's forehead came out, and he was sure that he had severe fainting.

was afraid of being like this, and endured sickness to protect her, thinking that he was desperate to save himself, Chen Qingqing felt that the young man in front of him had a good character.

"Let's go over and have a look."

This place is weird everywhere, and it's safer to be in company.

By the light of the bonfire, the two of them came to the child.

Looking closer, it is even more tragic.

The skinny and withered child does not know men and women, and at first glance he is malnourished, and he is estimated to be three or two years old.

There was a large blood stain on his chest, and a blood-stained horn knife was thrown on the ground, and the pattern on the handle of the knife matched the pattern of the surrounding stone walls.

"Who is so cruel?" Chen Qingqing was so angry that she attacked such a young child, beast!

Carefully touched the child's snort, very faint, and breathing! That's great!

The man looked around at the words in the cave, frowned and thought for a while:

"Some people sacrifice with living people, and the pattern on this wall, which I have seen similar in ancient books, is used for sacrifice."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce drum beat came from the entrance of the cave.

"The patriarch of the Hao clan leads the clansmen to welcome the arrival of the Holy Ancestor Oracle!"

This time, Chen Qingqing listened to it really, and the sound of drums came from the entrance of the cave.

"I hate these foolish ones the most! Take such a small child as a sacrifice, a group of eight lambs. Chen Qingqing gritted her teeth.

"Beasts are not as good as beasts." The man seconded it, and from now on, he will not share superstition.

If it weren't for the superstitious pit people, how could they have been unlucky to cross over?

The men and women in the cave cursed and cursed in whispers.

The people outside the cave chanted reverently.

The old man at the head knelt on the ground, and behind him knelt his people.

shouted three times in a row to welcome the Holy Ancestor, and the cave was silent.

The young man behind the old man asked loudly:

"Village Chief, could it be that the secret method is wrong? Can we really recruit the Holy Ancestor Oracle and bless our whole clan to make a fortune and become a champion? ”

The voice reached the cave, and Chen Qingqing snorted and cursed secretly.

"A bunch of selfish murderers, who is going to help you make a fortune? I want to eat it. ”