The whole old man was confused.

"Your last name is Kim? Your father and grandfather are both surnamed Song, how can you be surnamed Jin? In our village, where is the family surnamed Jin? ”

Could it be that the villagers took care of the children outside?

But no one in the village has ever taken care of children from outside, and there may have been before, but since the curse happened, everyone just wants to run out, where will it increase the population in the mountains?

"Not only is my surname Jin, but Lu Xin's surname is also Jin." Song Lingcui said with a smile: "In addition to us, at the foot of Changshui Mountain, there are other people surnamed Jin. ”

Xia Yue frowned and said, "If you want to say it, you can say it openly, don't be vague." ”

Xia Yue didn't have the patience to play hide and seek back and forth with Song Lingcui.

If you want to say it, say it, and if you don't say it, you will be killed.

The majesty of the six doors is not for fun.

Song Lingcui said: "My eyes are originally red, I am not from Daliang, I am from the Chimeng clan, and our clan has a pair of red eyes. It's just to keep you from being suspicious, so I use drugs to turn my eyes black. ”

Old Man Quan thought sideways for a long time.

"Chimeng, what is it?"

No one has ever heard of this place, everyone you look at me, I look at you, shaking their heads at each other.

Song Lingcui smiled: "Yes, you don't know. How can you know that Chimeng is in the deep mountains on the border of Daliang, our ancestors, who are the saints of Chimeng, were fascinated by your cunning Daliang people, and left Chimeng, traveled thousands of miles, and came to the foot of Changshui Mountain. ”

I don't know when this happened, even the old man didn't know about it at all, and others naturally didn't know about it.

Song Lingcui said: "I thought that the people in the mountains were simple, and the saint made up her mind to stay with her sweetheart here and have children. But who knew that not long after, a plague broke out in Changshui Mountain, and the saint did not hesitate to spend great energy to save the villagers of the village, but because she was seen with red eyes, she became a monster. ”

"At that time, the plague was rampant, and people died every day, and when the villagers saw that the holy woman's medicine could save people, they kept silent and raised her high with all kinds of kind words. But as soon as the plague ended, the saint didn't need them to repay her, but who knew that the villagers thought that she was a monster and killed her alive. ”

So under Changshui Village, there is no family surnamed Jin. The surname Kim is foreign.

But it's weird.

Xia Yue said: "Since the saint has been killed, has she left her children, and who are you?" ”

Even if the saint already had children when she died, the children must not be very old, could it be that the husband of the saint is not an ordinary person, who teaches his children to avenge the saint from generation to generation?

It's not that they look down on this Changshui Village, but if the husband of the saint is really so powerful, why do you have to come back, come back when you come back, how can you watch your wife being killed?

Song Lingcui said: "The saint did not leave a son or a woman, the vicious Liang people, you are not worthy." ”

Everyone didn't speak, this was actually a map cannon, but there was no need to argue with him about this at this time.

Song Lingcui said: "As soon as the saint died, our clan immediately knew, and the patriarch sent a team of people to Changshui Mountain to lurk. ”

What Song Lingcui said was lurking and very cruel.

One of them, who was good at disguise, infiltrated the village, killed a bachelor who didn't like to associate with people, and then disguised himself as him, married and had children.

After that, he killed his wife and replaced it with another red man.

In this way, more than a dozen people from Chimeng unconsciously infiltrated the villagers of Changshui Mountain. óΠъ.oяＧ

The death of Changshui Mountain began, one by one, continuously, for a long time, and began a nightmare that lasted for a hundred years.

The first batch of infiltrators also needs to live in seclusion and use disguise to maintain secrecy, and the second group does not have to, they were born in the village and grew up in the village, except for a pair of eyes that are red, and there is no difference from the people of Daliang.

The Chimeng people grow in the real deep mountains, and the study of various herbs is very deep. They have a special way of hiding their eyes.

The people at the foot of Changshui Mountain are already quite stupid.

Liu Sha said: "I don't understand, if you want to avenge the saint, shouldn't you find out who killed the saint, and then find him to take revenge." But from generation to generation, are the people you kill the descendants of those who killed the saints? ”

"Impossible." Mr. Quan said: "Impossible, my father and my grandfather are definitely not such people. ”

Song Lingcui sneered.

"The death of the saint, no one can escape the relationship under Changshui Mountain. Otherwise, why do you think there is not even a tomb for the saint in Changshui Mountain? ”

Song Lingcui's words really can't be refuted.

"The only tomb was left for her by the husband of the Holy Maiden. This man was a man, and he followed the saint after she was killed. ”

Everyone didn't know what to say, this man could be regarded as saving a little face for the man in Daliang.

Song Lingcui said: "We have a legend in Chimeng that after a person dies in vain, if there are 199 living sacrifices buried with him, he can return to the world. Therefore, we will find nine hundred and ninety-nine living sacrifices for the Holy Maiden at the foot of Changshui Mountain, one hundred males and ninety-nine females. ”

The old man trembled and said, "This, how is this chosen?" ”

Song Lingcui said lightly: "We have our own method of choice. ”

So generation after generation, sometimes with long intervals, sometimes with short intervals, there will always be people who die. And the person who dies should naturally be happy, because it is his honor to follow the saint, and if he is hideous, he is afraid of frightening the saint.

Everyone listened to it and felt very dreamy, but Song Lingcui said it very seriously.

After Song Lingcui finished speaking, Liu Sha said, "My lord, do you want to ask over there." ”

There's one tied to it.

Both sides should make confessions.

Before everyone could agree, Xia Yue's face suddenly changed: "It's not right." ”

Everyone hurriedly asked what was wrong?

Xia Yue said: "Since this person is willing to kill for the saint hundreds of years ago, it can be seen that he is loyal. How could it be so easy to say something. ”

Everyone is the same.

It's too easy to confess.

In doubt, we went to see Song Lingcui together, and they were all frightened.

Seeing that Song Lingcui's red eyes slowly flowed blood, and two crimson bloods dripped down his cheeks to the ground.

Liu Sha walked forward, but said, "It's dead." ”

Song Lingcui actually died like this.

Xia Yue walked quickly to another room.

Sure enough, the person who was in a coma just now was also dead.

No one has ever come in.

It's not that he kills his mouth, it's suicide, it's not suicide in fear of sin, why is that?

Xia Yue pondered for a while: "I don't think this thing is good, it's better to ......"

It is best to let the whole village withdraw from Changshui Village first, and then screen their identities one by one.

But that's easier said than done.