The sunset reluctantly withdrew the last trace of affection for the earth, and Sanjia Village was quickly flooded by twilight, and it didn't take long for all the villagers to come with their children and daughters, and all entered the ancestral hall. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The ancestral hall of Sanjia Village is made of huge stones, and there is a wall more than two zhang high, which is said to be an ancestral hall, but once it is closed, it is almost a small city.

After a brief discussion among several respected elders in the village, Mo Jian stood up and said in a condensed voice: "It's dark, I'm afraid those things are about to come out, everyone go and prepare." ”

The group nodded, and followed Mo Jian to the courtyard of the ancestral hall with a solemn face, Mo Jian's cold gaze quickly swept over all the villagers, and then said in a deep voice: "Old rule, the old people in the village are responsible for the first line of defense, all the young and strong stay in the courtyard to be on guard, and the women and children enter the ancestral hall." ”

The child is in the middle, the woman who protects the child, then the man, and the old man standing on the outside, which is a very old cruel law, and this kind of ancient law has been passed down for thousands of years among the nomads.

All the people in the village fell silent, and the old man climbed the ladder up the solid wall, and saw that above the stone-made wall, there was a battlement of half square meters on which people could stand.

One by one, the young men stood under the wall, and were responsible for handing stones, boiling oil, or bows and arrows to the old man standing at the top of the battlement, or waiting for the old man to die or be wounded before taking his place.

The elderly women will be there to assist, everyone is busy, everyone seems to have an invisible thread behind them, and where they stand, they are all as if they were predetermined, and they are carried out in an orderly manner. Obviously, all this is not new to Sanjia Village!

When the bright moon hung in the sky, all the villagers fell into an extremely nervous mood, as if there was a terrifying aura spreading, and even the infant children no longer cried......

The cold moonlight was sprinkled, and it was deathly silent outside, only the torches lit in the ancestral hall gave them a sense of security. Despite this, the villagers could not suppress the fear that had bred in their hearts, and they leaned close to each other and tried to squeeze out a trace of courage.

"Bang......" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard, and it seemed so eerie in the silent night sky.

"Listen, what's that?"

After speaking, Bangzi turned his head and looked at his children and mother-in-law in the ancestral hall, but his eyes were full of fear, a fear that had been carved into the depths of his soul.

"Porphyry ......"

With that sound, a rush of footsteps was approaching the ancestral hall, and the footsteps were like rain hitting plantains, heavy and clear, and they stepped heavily on the hearts of all the villagers.

"They're coming, they're coming......"

A young man in his twenties next to Bangzi shouted in horror, Bangzi swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and the hand holding the firewood knife suddenly protruded like an earthworm.

......In the ancestral hall, several women had broken down and began to cry loudly, followed by the children.

"Porphyry!"

When the sound of hurried footsteps was not far from the door of the ancestral hall, it suddenly stopped, and the string that had been taut on all the villagers finally broke in an instant! All the choking sounds stopped abruptly, and the entire ancestral hall fell into a deathly silence again......

The men and the old people looked out quietly, and after a brief moment of panic, they became more resilient and calm.

"Oh no, they're ready to rush over, everyone be on guard!"

As the frightened voice of an old man on the battlement of the wall sounded, everyone couldn't help but clench the hoe in their hand, or a "weapon" such as a steel hairpin.

"Bang!"

A boulder smashed the door of the ancestral hall, but the gate of this ancient ancestral hall was not made of anything, but it shook a little, and there was not even a dent left on the door.

"Roaring ......"

Almost as the boulder smashed into the gate, a roar pierced into the sky from the dense forest, followed by dozens of monsters that looked like people and not people, apes and not apes......

I saw that those beasts that stood upright like human shapes were about two to three meters tall, covered with a thick layer of black hair, with long lower limbs, thick arms, and powerful holes.

Their ugly faces look six parts like a man and four parts like an ape, but their palate canine teeth are long, protruding lips several inches thick. The soles of the feet are large, the shape of a human is about the same, and the palms of the hands are no different from those of a human, but they are much larger.

The most terrifying thing is their eyes, the blood-like whites of the eyes, which should never appear on animals, but the eyeballs are death-like white, cold and ruthless, fierce and cruel!

............

At the same time, less than a mile away from Sanjia Village, two figures, one large and one small, were slowly walking towards Sanjia Village, it was Ling Feng and the little boy who had survived the catastrophe.

It turned out that although the altar was only a few miles away from Sanjia Village, the valley they escaped from had no direct road to Sanjia Village, so they had to make a big circle and get out of the valley......

The little boy said faintly while walking: "Big brother, the people in the village say that my mother was taken away by the savages and died a long time ago, but I don't believe it, and my father doesn't believe it, so my father will go into the mountains every month to find my mother, they say that my father is stupid, but in fact, my father is not stupid...... He is just in a hurry to find my mother, and sometimes he will not be sober. ”

"Xiaomu, don't worry, when tomorrow dawns, my brother will go into the mountain to help you find your mother. Ling Feng rubbed his little head and comforted him gently.

As the two of them talked, Ling Feng was already aware of the life experience of this little boy named "Feng Qingmu", and his heart couldn't help but be full of pity for this strong and miserable little boy, and he was even more determined to accept him as a disciple.

The reason why Ling Feng accepted this little boy named Feng Qingmu as a disciple was because of the little boy's qualifications and fortune, although he was unable to exert his divine sense, he had clearly felt that Feng Qingmu's body after being tempered by that unknown blood was not worse than him, as long as there were enough pills, and even the potential in the future would be stronger than him.

After all, Feng Qingmu was less than six years old, but Ling Feng was almost eighteen, and the mysterious bloodline on Feng Qingmu's body was extremely powerful, otherwise he would not be able to absorb the terrifying flame power in that blood, with these as the foundation, cultivation would be twice as effective with half the effort.

Another is that Feng Qingmu has the valuable character of tenacity, bravery, simplicity and kindness, which is why he is determined to accept Feng Qingmu as a disciple.

"Hey, why is it so dark in the village, everyone has gone there?" Feng Qingmu scratched his little head, his eyes full of confusion.

As soon as Ling Feng entered the village, he immediately felt that something was wrong! After all, in such a remote mountain village with almost no entertainment, the villagers all worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, but now the people in the whole village seemed to have disappeared, and there was a strange feeling everywhere.

"Big brother, the moon is so full!" Feng Qingmu looked up at the bright moon in the sky, as if he remembered something, but he was too young to know the situation in the village at all, so in the end, his eyes were just confused.

"Roar!"

Just as Ling Feng, who was full of vigilance in his heart, pulled Feng Qingmu into the village slowly, a roar that seemed like a human being and not a human, like a beast and not a beast came, making his face instantly become extremely solemn......

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