Chapter 52: Wind Disaster

Su Guyuan heard a deep despair from these words. He knew that Jiang Liu meant that the root of everything was the so-called gods.

Killing a good person Lu Dashan will not cure the symptoms, and the bride who should be married will still get married, just as it will still rain on a rainy day.

Chaosi Village has been like this for more than a hundred years, but this time it is different, because Su Guyuan is here.

Su Guyuan thought for a while, and said to Jiang Liu seriously: "Not this time, the god is the hunter of the Calamity Destiny, and I am its hunter." ”

As if hearing this provocative declaration, Chaosi Village was quiet for a long time, and then suddenly a loud cry of pain came out.

This pain came extremely suddenly, as if one moment was still eating a reunion dinner, and the next moment suddenly a loved one died suddenly.

Huge, huge emotions exploded in an instant, flying and whirling over Chaosi Village.

"What's going on?" Gerna tightened her grip on her weapon and tried to rush in the direction of the cry.

The next moment, she stopped, because countless cries erupted one after another, as if every family had suffered a flying disaster.

Chaosi Village came to life at this moment, revealing another side that was suppressed under the surface of prosperity.

The crying became denser and denser, and it became more and more high-pitched, piercing Su Guyuan's eardrums with a faint pain.

The gods were in a hurry.

Su Gu is not in a hurry, he is not here to be chivalrous, and the movements that can be discovered by himself at this time are traps nine times out of ten.

This enemy is different from the Great Ying Hai, more secretive, more insidious. Su Guyuan couldn't follow his rhythm, he had to find his own rhythm.

When the gods saw that they had saved Jiang Liu and helped Zhu Zhang, they thought that they were a chivalrous and righteous bad person. It will definitely stop the catastrophe that erupts one after another.

It's a pity he was wrong.

Su Guyuan turned a deaf ear to the overwhelming cry, but instead pulled out a knife and sharpened it seriously on the bluestone embankment of the Crescent Swamp.

The constant crying, like a group of night owls hovering over Chaosi Village, the piercing sound lasted for a full half a day, and by the evening it had not abated at all.

As the sun sank and the fields were shrouded in twilight, almost every house in the village lit a lantern at the door.

This is the guiding light that the family lights for the deceased. This light is on, so that the deceased will not get lost in Huangquan.

It's just that they don't know that the way to the deceased in Chaosi Village is not Huangquan, but absorbed by the gods.

I don't know how many people in Chaosi Village had a catastrophe this afternoon, and a team of relatives appeared at the entrance of the alley one after another.

They didn't seem to see Su Guyuan and his party, their expressions were blank and sad, and they cried and walked out of the village.

After all the teams left the half-pillar incense, Huang Er, the chair of Lu Dashanren, also appeared from the end of the alley with a team of relatives to send off relatives.

This time, instead of wearing a wide robe, he wore a filial piety robe made of linen.

Seeing Su Guyuan, Huang Er waved his hand to stop the team, and arched his hand again, saying: "Lu Dashan suffered a catastrophe, and he didn't have time to meet the distinguished guests. I ask for your forgiveness. ”

Lu Dashan died in the hands of Su Guyuan, but Huang Er didn't mention it.

Su Guyuan felt a little weird and said, "I killed Lu Dashan. ”

Huang Er's face did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation, but began to comfort Su Guyuan, and said indifferently: "Disaster is predestined, and different paths will end together." Lu Dashan is destined for a catastrophe, and sooner or later there will be such a day. Guests don't have to blame themselves. ”

After a pause, he kindly reminded again: "Chaosi Village will have an eventful autumn, and it will be a big change, and it will no longer be able to receive distinguished guests. If you have nothing else to do, please leave the village as soon as possible. ”

Su Guyuan didn't think that the gods really wanted to let him go, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a big scene as a monk wearing filial piety and a funeral in every household. He was absorbing the calamity of the entire Chaosi Village and increasing his strength.

Seeing that Huang Er was so polite, Su Guyuan said unceremoniously: "I have one more thing, I'll leave when I'm done." I want to meet the gods. ”

Huang Er's expression turned cold, and he said, "If you don't encounter a disaster, you won't see a god." Please think again. ”

After saying this, Huang Er flicked his sleeves and left with the family send-off team.

The sedan chair in the team was empty, and Lu Dashanren's body was still outside the village. They had to collect the body first, and then send it to their relatives.

Of course, Su Guyuan would not let go of such a good opportunity, when he killed Lu Dashan before, he knew that the gods would definitely appear, the reason was very simple, he was reluctant to give up this great tribulation disaster that had been raised for more than a hundred years.

After briefly explaining to Ge Na and the three of them, Su Gu Yuan followed Huang Er's team thirty feet behind him and walked all the way to the outside of the village.

At night, Chaosi Village looks even more eerie than during the day, with faint spiritual lamps lit up in the fields, as if countless ghost fires have been ignited, which is both eerie and mysterious.

The send-off procession that set off first had all arrived outside the village, and they all gathered at the place where Lu Dashan died, and more than a dozen sedan chairs were placed in a circle around his body in a different place, forming a catastrophe array.

After a while, the send-off team led by Huang Er also arrived, he did not stop, but kept taking the sedan chair into the center, and then suddenly broke out into a burst of angry shouts.

Su Guyuan released his perception to the limit, and vaguely heard Huang Er asking loudly, "What about the head?" What about the head? ”

Su Guyuan laughed secretly in his heart, after he killed Lu Dashanren, the head flew into Zhu Zhang's arms, with her feelings for Lu Dashanren, she thought that the head would not end well.

Huang Er vented for a while, and finally put half of Lu Dashanren's body into the sedan chair.

Then the sedan chair team left the place, and the figure of Huang Er was hidden in the crowd of Dai Xiao, and he couldn't see the specific location, and he didn't know if he had left.

Su Guyuan stood on the branch of a spruce tree ten zhang high, looking at the large sedan chair array left at the entrance of the village, and felt a cold and mysterious aura rising between heaven and earth.

The netherworld and the yang world blur the line in this moment, just as the line between funeral and marriage is blurred.

There are also gods and evil spirits that blur the line.

After waiting for a stick of incense, after the lights in Chaosi Village were completely extinguished, there was movement in the sedan chair array.

It's just that what appeared was not the monk Su Guyuan expected, but a sharp scream.

Dog barking.

This dog bark was not like the short, continuous sound of the usual village, but like the high-pitched howl of the wolf Mochizuki.

Su Gu Yuan didn't care if it was a dog or a god, he only knew that the enemy was in front of him, and he moved his muscles and bones. He kicked the branch under his feet and rushed towards the sedan chair array.

However, as soon as he arrived in mid-air, Su Guyuan felt that something was wrong.

It was too windy.

As soon as he left the branch, the wind brought by the speed was like a tidal wave, and it slapped on him head-on, with such force that it even slapped him directly on the trunk, and the dense trunk half a human thickness suddenly let out an overwhelmed moan.

This is a misfortune, the same as the misfortune of paper money encountered by Zhu Zhang.

It's a wind disaster.