The stone ladder came to the end in the village chief's incessant chatter, and the moment he stepped on the flat ground, Zhang Zheng remembered the twists and turns he had just walked, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was nine bends and eighteen bends.

They walked for half an hour.

There was still darkness in front of him, but Zhang Zheng, as a monk, was deaf and clear, and he could see a vague outline even without a trace of light.

They were still in the dark passage, but they had changed from descending stone steps to flat stone passages.

Zhang Zheng followed behind the village chief who boasted all the way, and responded with two words from time to time.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, he turned a corner, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and a dim moon-white shimmer poured in from the mouth of the cave.

"When you arrive, you will go out to the ancestral land."

The village chief stepped into the light without looking back, and Zhang Zheng entered.

The dazzling light pierced the eyes and pained, and it was relieved in an instant, and the picture in front of me turned, the mountains were high and covered by the sun, and the rain was obscure and rainy.

It is like being in a huge and wide karst cave, surrounded by strange rocks, or transparent, or turbid stalactites, stalagmites, and stone mantles in a variety of forms, like towering pagodas, like slender branches branching, and refracting colorful mottled colors under the faint moon-white light emitted by firefly-like insects flying in the sky.

Thousands of lava stone pillars hang down on the top of the cave, different sizes, different shapes, water droplets at the tip of the stone pillars fall uninterruptedly, and they are like rain.

The sound of dripping water echoed in this enclosed and wide space, like an ethereal and dull majesty.

Such a spectacle made Zhang Zheng stunned for a while, looking at it infatuatedly, not knowing what to think.

The village chief laughed quite smugly, and boasted proudly: "How is it, isn't it peculiar? You must know that this is a strange place that has been excavated since the village moved here, and it has been far more than tens of millions of years old. ”

Zhang Zheng nodded unconsciously, with amazement in his tone, "It's really peculiar here." ”

"Haha...... Don't be surprised, there's still more to come! Come, follow me, be careful, and from now on don't step beyond my steps. ”

The village chief's expression turned serious, and he solemnly instructed Zhang Zheng, "There is a strange array here, and one mistake is a crisis, you must be careful." ”

Zhang Zheng retracted his surprised gaze, his expression was straight, and his chin bowed.

The village chief fell and lifted up in one step, Zhang Zheng concentrated his attention, did not dare to be slightly distracted, and stepped steadily to the center of his footsteps.

"The last step, Zhang Yatou has to pay attention."

After walking a hundred steps, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and when he heard the words, Zhang Zheng finally let go of his heart a little and took the last step calmly.

There was a burst of dizziness in front of him, the picture rotated rapidly upside down, and the dizziness hit his heart, as if there was a wind whistling in his ears, and the roar was like thunder, Zhang Zheng only felt dizzy and his head was swollen, and his steps were unsteady.

The heart that was put down instantly rose to the throat, and the heartbeat was like a drum, and you can't make a mistake!

She desperately suppressed the dizziness, decisively closed her five senses, and everything around her faded, without a fleeting image or a roaring wind.

Zhang Zheng was able to stabilize his body, and with the memory and perception of the last glance, he fell steadily.

"Boom ......"

Zhang Zheng stepped on the ground, she stood quietly for half a moment, unraveling her five senses, and in front of her was already a rushing river that poured down the sky, and the yellow spring was falling from the poor blue to the sky, roaring like thunder.

Thousands of acres of river water from the sky, through the mountains and broken walls, the momentum is violent, stirring the waves like thousands of horses galloping down, such as silver flowers and waterfalls hanging in the air, banging thousands of miles.

A gray-blue figure stood in front of the river, the splashing waves were several times larger than its size, the wind howled and hit the small figure, the sleeves of the robe were bulging, the clothes were hunting, the bundled black hair had already been scattered, arrogantly and wantonly dancing with the wind.

"What's in front of you?"

The soft and empty voice is like smoke and clouds, ethereal, as if coming from the sky, and as if coming from the river in front of you and the wind in your ears.

Zhang Zheng couldn't resist at all, and replied truthfully: "Dajiang." ”

"Oe ...... Oe ......"

The voice repeated, and suddenly burst into laughter, changing from a soft image, wild and uninhibited, chic and wanton, "Good! Zenya! ”

The two inexplicable praises dissipated in the wind and waves, and the river in front of him changed sharply, and the river swelled and swirled.

Zhang Zheng looked at it, and two lines of small characters appeared in the surging river.

"I now give Mr. you the surname, after that, you inherit my surname, get my inheritance, I will give you all the knowledge of my life, and you will pursue my teacher for life. I ask, "Do you wish?" ”

Would she like it?

Zhang Zheng recalled the strokes written by the previous gentlemen in the book, taking people as sacrifices in exchange for the peace of the village, is she willing to inherit such a crime?

She must be unwilling!

Mr.'s warm and peaceful gaze suddenly appeared in front of her, and she was about to blurt out "unwillingness" in her throat, but she had never seen what Mr. meant.

She thought that her husband valued her, so she wanted to hand over the position of husband to her, and in order to hold the grace of her husband's teaching, she firmly agreed.

But later she found out that the position of Mr. was the position of death, and Mr. wanted her to become the nourishment of the whole village, and she hated it.

But later, she began to wonder why he wanted her to be sacrificed, why did he let her see the scrolls, and why did he let her know the truth.

The gentleman could have waited until the dust had settled, and then she would have been powerless to return, or she would have been in her secret until she had sacrificed in ignorance.

What Mr. meant, Zhang Zheng never figured out.

But no matter what Mr. means, Zhang Zheng doesn't want to accept Mr.'s surname at the moment, she doesn't want to put her life at risk, she regrets her life the most, how can she know that there are tigers in the mountains, and prefer to go to Tiger Mountain.

"Zhang ......" Zheng is unwilling.

I haven't had time to finish my words.

The rumbling sound suddenly stopped, and the surging river waves seemed to press the pause button, and the silver waves rolled up by the wind bloomed in clusters in the air, and the splashing water droplets condensed, reflecting Zhang Zheng's enlarged inky pupils.

Time, space...... Everything seems to stand still at this point.

In the river tide waterfall, a misty figure stepped out, the posture was calm, like a leisurely stroll.

Obviously, he couldn't see his face clearly, but in a trance, there was a distant gaze that passed through thousands of mountains and rivers and fell straight on Zhang Zheng.

"Clear ......"

"Yes."

Zhang Zheng: "......"

She could only stare at the figure in horror with her eyes, her body and everything around her were imprisoned, and the flying black hair was fixed in the air, unable to react.

The figure didn't need her to answer, it seemed that just to say these four words to her, the figure suddenly dissipated, turning into mist and mixing into the river tide.

The moment it dissipated, the river rushed again, the wind was fierce, and the rumbling sound was deafening.

The two lines of small characters trembled in the tide of the mighty soup, and they were clearly extinguished.

Zhang Zheng's eyebrows were tangled into a line, and her once-in-a-century, elusive master suddenly appeared to say such a thing to her.

She had no doubt that this master was an illusion, she made a master-apprentice contract with her master, and in the dark, she could feel that the person in front of her was really her master.

But......

Is she really going to say yes?

If you agree, it is equivalent to handing over your life to the surname of this gentleman, and I don't know if we can find a solution in the future, if we can't solve this sacrifice within a hundred years, she will really become a sacrifice, nourishing such a village that should not have existed for a long time with her life.