The bamboo windows are open and ventilated on all sides, and Barre sits high on a colorful tiger skin chair, looking forward to his own pride, and the actions of the people outside the building can be seen.

He liked the condescension.

Barre glanced at the head of the lower branch, the ninety-nine-year-old witch priest was sitting on the edge of the feast, wearing a crown of thorns, animal teeth around his neck, and wearing the traditional black-edged and red-bottomed sacrificial robe of the Wu tribe, which was embroidered with ancient characters in the shape of birds and fish. It's probably been a long time since I've worn it, and the robe is a little wrinkled, giving off a dusty smell of decay.

Barre tapped the armrest in annoyance, turned his head and smiled, the dense wrinkles on his face tightened.

Barre suddenly frowned: "Ge Laozi, that melon baby came to make trouble again?"

"I must have heard that Lord Wuwu is setting up a bar. Zhiyou looked at Barre's expression and hesitated, "Kajin is not too young, shouldn't he know about these strange things that have happened in the village recently?"

Barre raised his eyebrows: "He knows what's the point, he can use a fart!" he leaned forward and stared at Zhiyou with a tigerish gaze, "It's enough to serve him with good food and drink." Be content, people, don't you, Lord Witch?"

The corners of Zhi You's mouth twitched slightly, and he lowered his gaze. Over the past few years, Barre has been weakening the role of witchcraft. Even the daily festival once a spring has been canceled.

The wolf stepped on the bamboo ladder and came up, and the big one passed by the branch and whispered a few words in Barre's ear.

Zhi You silently tightened the hem of his robe, and a haze flashed in his eyes. Zhiye is not stupid, why did he pick up a white-eyed wolf?

"Wonderful! I can't imagine that the New Year banquet of the Dajin Palace will be carnival for ten days and ten nights, and thousands of people will ring the bell and play music together. By the way, I also heard from the merchant that the cloud silk produced by Da Chu is light and soft, and it will glow at night, is it true?" Zhi Jia Zhen and Wang Ziqiao walked in side by side, still scolding and laughing.

"The cloud silk is shining because it is mixed with the silk of the luminous spider in it......" Prince Qiao Zheng explained, Zhi Jia Zhen had already abandoned him, grabbed the seat, grabbed the red oil pork knuckle on the plate, chewed it, and said vaguely: "Uncle Lei, you are really not interesting." You don't call me after getting so much wine and food, it's cheap for outsiders. ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Barre scolded Zhi Kari Zhen, stepped down from the tiger skin chair, picked up the bamboo tube on the wine table, and paid tribute to Prince Qiao Xiangan.

The table has already been set up. The sake is home-brewed rice wine, milky white in color, slightly cloudy, and filled with sections of green bamboo tubes. The dishes are mainly meat-based: braised bamboo chicken with bamboo shoots, spicy fried muntjac legs, steamed leopard fetus, stewed bear's paw with green onions...... In the center of the hanging stove hangs a pig, the skin is roasted to a golden brown, dripping with oil, exuding a rich aroma.

"The old man is the reason for the witch sacrifice of his own clan, and Mr. Jing has a cup. Zhi You straightened up and raised the bamboo tube to greet Wang Ziqiao, "The old man felt cold yesterday and felt unwell, so he couldn't go to greet him, and I hope Mr. will bear with me." ”

Zhi Zhenzhen threw away the pork knuckle, licked the sauce on his fingers, and said casually: "Uncle is sick? This is strange, you are a witch priest, and you are the best at curing diseases and catching medicines, and it is rare for you to have a little wind and cold? Yesterday afternoon, I also saw Widow Wang sneaking out of your room. Tsk, don't say it, the widow's waist is twisted quite well. 'The weak willow supports the wind, swaying. 'Prince Qiao, that's what you said over there, right?'

Zhi You's old face twitched, Barre was not quite tasteful, he and Zhi You fought for power in the eyes of outsiders, which was always not good-looking. "Immortal Banban is a turtle son!" the two of them scolded in their hearts.

"The witch priest is gracious. Wang Ziqiao raised his glass to greet him, the wide sleeves of his robe covered the bamboo tube, and the jade wrench on his index finger quickly dipped into the rice wine, and the wrench finger was green and clear, and did not change color. He slowly finished drinking, turned the empty bamboo tube upside down, and signaled to everyone.

"Mr. is arrogant!" Barre laughed, Zhi Yu also smiled kindly, and Zhi Kari really thought to himself, "The wind moves the thin waist and dances in the palm, and the autumn waves flow in the water." Aftertaste, self-satisfied.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food, everyone talked about sex. Zhi Hunt was really overwhelmed by alcohol, his cheeks were flushed, and his clear eyes were a little trance-like.

Wang Ziqiao's heart moved, put down the bamboo chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Such a good banquet, how can it be accompanied by beauty?"

Barre was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Ba Wolf, call a few women to come up and serve Mr." ”

"Don't bother. Prince Qiao Guang shook his sleeves, dropped a few pieces of rune paper, and asked for another pair of scissors, three times and two times, to cut the rune paper out of a woman's appearance. "Go!" he blew lightly on the paper-cutting, and the thin paper swelled rapidly, turning into four beauties with red lips and white teeth, living and fragrant, smiling and shaking their water sleeves, rotating around everyone, singing and dancing.

"It's a small trick to help the wine. "Prince Qiao poured wine lightly and secretly observed everyone.

Barre's mouth opened wide and he screamed, but his body sat as steady as a mountain. The wolf held the hilt of the knife in his hand and stood behind him, like an alert wolfdog. Zhiyou's face was full of smiles, and his eyes wandered. Zhijia real wine is in full swing, open a section of bamboo tube, hit the tube with chopsticks, the rice wine shakes frequently, and sends out a "dingdong" rhythm.

It doesn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp. Wang Ziqiao rolled his eyes, laughed and hugged a beauty: "I listened to the poem of the young patriarch last night, and I was full of emotion." Life is too short to be happy. Come on, everyone, the beauty is on the side, don't live up to the good spring. ”

The women ate and laughed, and threw themselves into the arms of the three Barre. As soon as the wolf makes a mistake, he will stop it. Barre waved his hand, picked up the woman, pinched his towering chest hard, and said strangely: "It's true!"

"Lord Saiwu is also a romantic figure!" said Prince Qiao with a smile. As long as the runic woman touches the human skin, he will give birth to a sense. Barre's essence and blood are vigorous, and the turbidity is full of outward release, which is the way of pure martial arts, and there will be no fakes.

Another talisman stuck to the branch. The old witch's qi and blood were weakened, and the turbidity in the meridians was pitiful. It should have cultivated alchemy, but it was far less than Barre. Hey, Prince Qiao's heart was cold, and in the depths of the internal organs, there was still an inexplicable breath hidden, quietly wandering, circulating in the heart, exuding strange vitality.

This breath ...... Wang Ziqiao's eyes fell on Zhi Yu, could it be Zhu You's forbidden spell technique?

"Beauty, quick, come and have a drink!" Allah Zhijia stood up, staggered and held the bamboo tube, and greeted the rune. The two sides were about to touch, and the "poof" Zhijia Zhen's hand shook, the bamboo tube tilted, and the rice wine suddenly spilled out, splashing the Fu Ren's body.

The beauty's limbs stiffened, like a deflated ball, slowly shrunk and turned into a wet paper-cut.

"Beauty, what about beauty, Prince Qiao, what's going on?" Zhi Hunti really took half a bottle of wine, looked confused, and looked around.

The prince looked at him steadily, and suddenly smiled: "It was originally a paper figure, but it was soaked in water, where can it be used again?" He shook the sleeves of his robe, and the other three beauties also fell into paper.

"I've drunk enough, and I'm in good spirits. The young patriarch, Wu Wu, and Wu Sacrifice, the three of them are down to business. Why did the nobles invite me to come afar?" asked Prince Joe.

"Serious business, I'm not interested. Zhijia sat down happily, burped, and buried himself in eating and drinking.

Barre and Zhiyou glanced at each other, and Barre put down the wine barrel: "Zhiyou, the first thing you encountered was you, you know best, tell it to Mr. yourself." ”

"That was a year ago. Zhi You groaned slightly, and said slowly: "On the night of the first day of the tenth month, Uncle Zhi Bao in the village died. Uncle Bao is over 170 years old, and it is not surprising that he is dead even if he dies. According to the rules of the clan, the dead are to be cremated. But when everyone piled up the firewood, Uncle Bao's body was gone, and he couldn't find it anywhere. ”

"And this kind of thing, how come I don't know?" Shiriyama looked up drunkenly and confused.

The wolf snorted, "What else do you know when you're drunk and sleep like a dead pig?"

"This has never happened in the clan, and I feel a little uneasy in my heart, but I also think that maybe it is a melon baby who deliberately plays tricks on people. "In the middle of the night, lightning and thunder roared, and it rained heavily, and I was awakened by the thunder. Suddenly, suddenly—"

His eyes widened and clouded, and he hissed, "I actually saw Uncle Bao!" His face was against the bamboo window, staring straight at me. ”

Zhiyou slowly turned his head and looked out the window, as if the face was still opposite him. The crowd was silent, and Barre kept his face composed, his fists creaking.

Zhi Yu froze, and then said, "I exclaimed, 'Uncle Bao!' and he nodded to me and didn't speak. I hurriedly got out of bed, and just took the medicine powder to ward off evil spirits, but Uncle Bao was gone. I chased out and saw two rows of crooked footprints on the mud floor, it was Uncle Bao's, yes, he was tall, and his feet were much bigger than others. I called for help, and followed the footprints all the way to the altar at the top of the slope. I saw Uncle Bao lying on the altar with his limbs spread out, motionless. ”

A trace of horror flashed in Zhi You's eyes: "The altar is full of blood, it's Uncle Bao's own blood! His body is deflated, and all the blood is drained!"

A gust of autumn wind whimpered through the bamboo window, bringing a chill, and Zhi Hunt really shuddered: "The corpse is cheated!"

"If it's a corpse, how can it be bloody?" Zhiyou shook his head, "Since then, strange things have happened in the stockade one after another. At the end of the year, Ba Meizi's pig died violently overnight, the skin and flesh were as shriveled as paper, but there was not even a drop of blood in the pigsty. At the beginning of spring this year, a group of clansmen went out hunting, but there was no news, and later, they inadvertently dug up their heads in the field. At the beginning of August, a tribesman mysteriously drowned in a dung pit, and maggots crawled out of his nostrils in a steady stream......"

He spoke very slowly, and his voice was dry and hoarse, and it made people's backs darken.

"Last month, something strange happened to me. The wolf looked at Barre, who nodded, and the wolf jerked off his coat, revealing his shaggy chest.

Dense small bright red blood bubbles spread across the chest, trembling slightly, forming a strange human head pattern. The head has an old face, a smirk, and long eyebrows that hang down to the corners of his mouth.

"This is Uncle Bao's face!" said the wolf, "I squeeze out the blood blisters, and they will grow." No matter how long it is, it's long! The witch festival has also seen it, and all the medicines have been used, but it doesn't matter!"

"Fallen for evil, this must be evil!" Zhi Hunt really panicked and knocked over the case. "Plop!" a tube of unopened rice wine poured, the bamboo stopper slipped out, and the liquor gushed out.

Everyone was shocked, and Prince Qiao quietly stared at the flowing wine, dark red in color and pungent in fish. Where is this rice wine, it is clearly scarlet blood!