Something cracked.

It turned out that a crack had opened in the corner of the cage, as if their knife had really slashed the cage.

Wang Xiaotao's hand reached through this crack and firmly touched the top of the white tiger's furry head.

The Golden North Whale was dumbfounded, it was almost impossible.

The grievances are just reproductions of what has already happened, and all they can do is watch, and then go to cast spells to resolve the grievances and resentment in the hearts of the owners of the grievances.

The past cannot be changed.

It's common sense.

But Wang Xiaotao's hand did touch the top of the white tiger's head, and Jin Beijing even saw her rubbing the tiger's hair.

"Crazy."

Jin Beijing muttered, "It's crazy, that's not what it says in the book."

Wang Fuyao also stretched out his hand, pressed it on top of the white tiger's head, and transmitted spiritual power to Hu Xia, but the stone sank into the sea, and Hu Xia couldn't accept her spiritual power at all.

"Save"

The white tiger barely opened his eyes and looked in their direction, not knowing if she could really see.

The white tiger's chest shook violently, and she struggled to spit out a few words from her mouth: "Help."

Wang Fuyao nodded, they will definitely save her.

"Save them."

Hu Xia fainted after saying this, and the blood soaked the snow-white fur.

The fish didn't know the spiritual power probed, shook her head, there was no help, she was already cracked in her internal organs, and the medicine stone was ineffective.

Wang Xiaotao's hand stayed on the top of Hu Xia's head and did not move for a long time.

"They? Who is it? ”

Jin Beijing asked.

"Them."

The god of light crossed his arms and raised his chin in one direction.

Jin Bei Whale looked back and was startled.

Outside the cage, behind them, at some point, stood silently a large group of pale and bloodless children, their eyes were all black, and there was no white in their pupils, looking straight at the white tiger in the cage.

Each child is only knee-high.

Jin Beijing couldn't help but shudder, How many children are there?

The children were dressed in pale clothes, and their faces were unusually calm and expressionless.

As if sensing that Wang Xiaotao and the others were looking at them, they raised their heads and looked at each other.

Both sides looked at each other, but neither moved.

Not far away, the villagers seemed to have made a decision, came over, lifted the cage and walked out of the village.

Wang Fuyao finally touched Hu Xia's hanging head, got up, and followed.

"What are they going to do?"

Jin Bei Whale also followed.

Wang Xiaotao raised his eyes and said, "Dry bone pile, they should be playing dry bone pile." ”

"What is a dry bone pile?"

"Have you ever heard of a drought?"

Jin Beijing nodded, "I've heard, isn't the drought fish a white-haired zombie?" ”

"If you do, a piece of paper is enough."

Wang Xiaotao shook his head, "That's not a drought, the earliest drought, the ancient gods, the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, high up, fairy, unspeakably expensive." ”

"Then what are you doing with her?"

Jin Bei Whale didn't understand, "Besides, aren't all droughts bad?"

"The Yellow Emperor and Chiyou fought in ancient times, Chiyou invited the wind and rain to indulge in the wind and rain, the Yellow Emperor ordered his daughter to stop the rain, and after the rain stopped, he ordered the woman not to go home, first remove the waterway, and then open the ditch, and wait for the human affairs to be solved before going home."

The god of light also seems to know this history, and he speaks with a peculiar rhythm, which can always make people calm down for a moment and listen to him say well, "But as time passes, people gradually forget the exploits of the female hermitage, and begin to think that she is hateful and very annoying, and the place where the female is always dry for thousands of miles, so they begin to expel the female herd everywhere, and please go north." ”

"There are many ways to expel the drought, exposure to the sun, drowning, and the tiger eats the female fish, and gradually ceasing to be a goddess, but a demon drought."

"It's a demon that everyone avoids."

"The most vicious thing in expelling the drought is to hit the dry bone pile."

"Hu Xia is a white tiger again, a fierce god for many years."

"They will make a sacrifice and identify Hu Xia as a fierce god who offends the drought fish, and they will be violent and angry, so that the drought fish will calm their anger and go north. Mortals thought that after such sacrifices, the place would be able to be in good weather from now on. ”

Storm refers to exposure to the sun, and 磔 refers to a thousand cuts.

In this endless night, there is no sun, and there is naturally a way to replace the sun.

After the villagers carried Hu Xia outside the village, they found a place, erected a temporary altar, and put Hu Xia on it.

They go about their rituals with fanaticism, and each has longing and madness written on their faces.

It's a sacrifice and a carnival.

The villagers couldn't see it, and while they were performing the sacrifice, the children's spirits stood behind them, looking at their parents with blank faces, watching the frenzied festival.

When the sacrifice reached its climax, Zhou Xiaoyu took the torch in the hands of the villagers and lit the altar himself, and the flames were blazing, engulfing the bloody altar and Hu Xia, who had been shattered.

The night is as bright as the day.

The indomitable soul burns in the flames.

Until she turned into ashes, Hu Xia couldn't say a few more words.

She was awake for a short time after coming down the mountain, and the impression she had of this world should be terrible, but the last words she left to Wang Xiaotao and them were still to let them save these lingering resentful spirits in the grievance field.

Until Hu Xia was frustrated, this grievance did not collapse.

This is not Hu Xia's grievance at all.

Wang Xiaotao and the others watched the villagers dance hand in hand, as if they were frantically celebrating the completion of the sacrifice.

With them, there are countless children's resentful spirits.

They watched it all in unison.

They are witnesses to everything, or rather, they are, witnesses.

Who said this was the first time they had hit a dry bone pile?

Who said that only demons can hit dry bone piles?

Who says only evil tigers can eat people?

Outside the village, waves of wheat are rolling and golden rice fields are about to be harvested.

When the moon was in the sky, the fire on the altar seemed to spread out, igniting the entire rice field.

If you look closely, this is clearly not a village and a rice field, nor is it a Dacheng village, nor is it a Zhou ancestral hall.

The ground is full of blood, and the white bones are holding up the sky.

The village was originally built on a cemetery full of bones.

There is no murderer in the disappearance of the children in the village, because here men and women, old and young, everyone is a murderer.

Everyone kills what they love, and everyone gets food.

Even if he didn't do it, he was standing by and doing something for the tiger.

Nauseating.

"Whose grievance is this?"

Jin Beijing was a little puzzled, in this scene, the biggest sufferer was Hu Xia, but now Hu Xia has disappeared when she hit the dry bone pile, but the grievance field has not moved.

And those terrifying and terrifying pale children, will they be the people Hu Xia wants to save?

Thank you for the commuter pass from the students who need me!

(End of chapter)