The donkey cart drove all the way out of the woods and down a fork in the road to the west.

The road is winding and uneven, leading to a hill in the distance.

The car bumped all the way, making Mo Yiyi uncomfortable, thinking that he couldn't let the master and a few people look down on him, so he endured it and secretly lifted the tent to observe the movement outside the car.

If she did go to the demon's lair, she had to be careful.

Master is right, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years!

At this moment, Li Yuanzhao and the three of them were also quietly following, dozens of feet away from the donkey cart.

Because I was afraid of startling the snake, I didn't dare to get too close.

Unconsciously, the sun is waning.

The blood-red sunset scattered a few rays of afterglow, outlining long shadows on the earth.

The donkey cart rolled the shadows all the way to the foot of the mountain.

There is a small village here, with about two or three hundred families.

There are many stone houses in the village, and the courtyards are dotted with chess.

Outside the village is a large area of farmland, overgrown with weeds, and occasionally a few crops are seen, which are half-dead.

Strange, it's not a disaster year, the wind and rain are smooth, why is the harvest so miserable?

To the north of the village is a mountain, and there is a trail leading to the outside in the east, west, and south.

In addition to the one that Li Yuanzhao walked, the other two also ran a few cars, which were very conspicuous.

Some are ox carts, some are donkey carts, and some are horse-drawn carts.

The cart was not pulling food, but living people.

"Woo!"

Coming with the car, there were flocks of red crows in mid-air, with cries in their mouths, sharp and piercing.

They hovered over the village, like guardians, and never left.

"Da Hei, did you have a good harvest today, how many did you pull?"

"Three, what are you?"

"Six!"

The bald man and the dwarf man stopped at the entrance of the village, and chatted with another young man pulling a cart.

"Six, then you two must have made a fortune!"

"Haha, it's all a reward from the Great Immortals, we have to thank the Great Immortals!"

......

In addition to them, several cars are returning to the village one after another.

Without exception, the cars were filled with passers-by who were stunned by red crows.

The villagers took advantage of the fire to loot, stripped them of their belongings, and then dragged them to the village, as if for another purpose.

In the distance, Li Yuanzhao and the three of them also followed, they did not rush into the village, but found a high slope outside the village, hid on it and just peeped at everything in the village.

Coincidentally, there are several discarded stone tablets thrown on the high slope.

From the vague inscription on the stele, it can be seen that this village is called "Stone Village", which has a history of several hundred years, and its ancestors are a declining family, because of the war here, build a village and reclaim land, self-sufficient, although poor, but also peaceful.

Recently, Ishimura has found a way to make a fortune, that is, to loot the belongings of passers-by and keep them for himself.

It is not difficult to find that the villagers are all dressed in gold and silver, covered in treasures, and some even carry priceless pearls around their necks.

With the harvest they planted, they can't afford to buy one of them in a hundred years.

No wonder the fields outside the village are all deserted, who will go to the fields with this plan to make a fortune?

"Look, what are these villagers doing?"

"Looks like you're worshipping something!"

Gao Han and Liu Changping's eyes widened and they looked at the village.

But seeing that there was a small yard in the village, villagers came one after another, old and young, men and women, and it was crowded after a while.

A redstone platform was set up in the middle of the courtyard, on which there was a decent offering table and a clay pot.

Behind the offering table, there is a stone statue more than one person high.

The stone statue is as burly as a pine, with horizontal eyebrows and glaring, holding immortal soldiers, majestic, but it is carved lifelike, and it looks like a fairy, which is intimidating and respectful.

In front of the offering table, there stood an old man with white hair and a hunched waist, estimated to be the village chief of Shicun, with a very high seniority.

The village chief slowly knelt on the ground, bowed and bowed, and shouted in his mouth: "There are a total of 280 men, women and children in Wushi Village, worship the blood ghost Daxian, and hope that the Daxian will continue to bless Shicun!"

"Ask the great immortal for your blessing!"

"Bless us to continue to make a fortune, we must listen to the words of the great immortals!"

The villagers also knelt down one by one and bowed to the stone statue.

It turned out that this majestic stone statue was carved with a blood ghost immortal.

It is expected that they did not know the true face of the demons, and thought that the gods had descended to earth, so they built a statue of the gods to worship.

After paying homage, the village chief got up, picked up his crutches and walked a few steps, and said loudly: "Take those villains with you and hand them over to Daxian for disposal!"

As the words fell, a car pulled up outside the courtyard.

Dozens of able-bodied young men hurriedly stepped forward, either lifting or carrying them, and brought the people in the car into the yard, and then tied them with ropes, just in case.

These people fell into the maze of the red crows and fell unconscious, otherwise they would have shouted "help" long ago.

"Come and help!"

The bald man and the dwarf summoned three or four strong men, lifted off the unlucky eggs on the donkey cart one by one, tied them up, and threw them in the middle of the yard.

Mo Yiyi did not escape, he was tied up with hemp rope and lay on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Wrong!

This doesn't seem to be a lair of demons!

Could it be that this village has something to do with demons?

Mo Yiyi was puzzled, so he was secretly vigilant and waited for the changes.

Soon, the dozen or so people who were captured were thrown in the yard and tied up with thick hemp rope to make a strong knot, so that they could not escape when they woke up.

"Excalibur, please!"

The old village chief snorted.

Then, a young man walked out of the crowd, holding a crimson dagger in his hand, more than a foot long.

"Excalibur, please!"

The man was half-kneeling on the ground, raising his dagger above his head, looking very respectful.

If you look closely, the so-called "divine sword" is not cast in iron and gold, but is polished by red stone, which is very delicate and sharp.

The village chief stretched out his hand to pick up the dagger, and then walked down the stone platform step by step.

Seeing this, Mo Yiyi couldn't help but be nervous, thinking that he had to kill someone?

If so, she can't watch innocents lose their lives!

While it is important to draw out demons, protecting the lives of these people is the most important thing.

Thinking about it, Mo Yiyi secretly used his internal strength and prepared to attack.

Unexpectedly, the village chief held a dagger and walked in front of a kneeling villager, who had already prepared and immediately stretched out his right arm, and the village chief used the dagger to slash and cut a two-inch wound.

The young man behind him immediately held the urn jar and took the blood that flowed out.

The villagers shouted at the same time: "Sacrifice the great immortal with blood, ask the great immortal to bless you!"

One after another, the village chief slashed the arms of the villagers with a dagger, and then used urns to receive blood, regardless of men, women, and children.

Looking at the wounds on their arms, it seems that this is not the first time.

For the villagers, it is a noble and glorious ceremony!

If you miss the table, you will regret it!

After a while, all the villagers dripped their blood into the urn jar, which filled it with a small half jar, emitting a strong strange smell.

If the village chief has obtained a treasure, he carefully holds the clay pot on the stone platform, places it on the offering table, and kowtows respectfully.

The villagers knelt down one after another, drinking and singing in unison, the sound was like thunder, endless, like an ancient ballad.

With the cry of the red crow, it is even more eerie.