In less than a few moments, a large table of dishes was ready.

There is the game from the village chief, and there are also the heartfelt works of Yao Si and Mu Chen.

The meat and vegetables are complete, the color and flavor are good, this is the most sumptuous and delicious meal they have eaten since they arrived in Huiling Village.

"You don't call me if there is something delicious!" Just as everyone was moving the chopsticks, Bai Chen followed the taste and came out.

Breaking away from the meat with chopsticks, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and said, "Yo, you finally woke up, I thought you wouldn't live!"

Bai Chen glanced away, and Mu Chen helped him and sat on the seat.

A gust of wind swept through the clouds, and after eating and drinking, Mu Chen called the other three outside the house.

"Bai Chen, there is something I want to ask you, do you know who the person who worked with you and injured you that day?"

Bai Chen nodded slightly, "His name is Yingci, and he is a subordinate of the Ghost King, the Great General of the Ghost Realm. ”

Shadow was actually a subordinate of the Ghost King, although Mu Chen had already guessed that Shadow might be related to the Ghost Realm, but he didn't expect that everything Shadow did was for the Ghost King's loyalty, including the Hundred Medicine Valley.

How powerful should that Shadow be to be able to seriously injure the zombie Bai Chen, who has been cultivating for 20,000 years. When he was in the Valley of Hundred Medicines, if he made a direct move, then it is estimated that there would be nothing to do later!

In the past, the people of the Hundred Medicine Valley disappeared and were also captured by Yingci to refine the pill, or made into dead corpses.

Now that he has arrived in Huiling Village again, people have begun to disappear or die in Huiling Village.

Could it be that he is still doing the kind of alchemy of employing people, and now he has added Bai Chen's sister, Bai Ling.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen didn't know whether to tell Bai Chen about it, so he hesitated for a long time and said it.

"Bai Chen, I have inquired with the village chief, and there is another woman who has followed Yingci back and forth to Ling Village. ”

"Her name is Bai Ling. ”

When Bai Chen heard the news, he didn't react much, just nodded slightly, sighed, and said:

"My sister used to be Films' subordinate, and I should have thought that he was the one who took her away. ”

"It's just that what the hell they're doing, I don't know at all. ”

Now, Muchen is in the light, and Yingci is in the dark. In order to find out, the only way to go to the ghost world is to go first.

After two days, Bai Chen's injuries had almost recovered, and Mu Chen and his party decided to set off as soon as possible.

These days, perhaps because Mu Chen is here, Huiling Village is much quieter, and Yingci and Bai Ling have not come to disturb.

On the third day, this day happens to be the traditional sacrificial festival of Huiling Village.

There is a legend that has been passed down from generation to generation in Huiling Village. According to legend, Huiling Village was originally just a valley in the mountains.

In order to avoid pursuit, the ancestors of Huiling Village fled here with their clansmen.

However, because of the valley area, their escape was limited and they were surrounded by the enemy.

The enemy killed all the adult males of the tribe, leaving only the women and children, and then they fled.

The surviving tribesmen settled here, overcoming many difficulties and relying on a group of hard-working and kind women to raise children, multiply and rebuild their homes.

In order to commemorate the slain ancestors and the women who worked hard, the people named their homeland Huiling Village.

Today happens to be the day when the ancestors of the Hui Soul came here, and it is also their day of sacrifice.

During the day, every household in Huiling Village began to get busy, and candlesticks and incense candles were set up in every hall.

In the central square of the village, people began to build altars, chickens, ducks, fish, fresh vegetables and fruits, and each family took out the delicious food they were reluctant to eat and offered it to their ancestors.

Mu Chen and his party, who originally planned to leave today, couldn't resist the warm invitation of the village chief and stayed to participate in their sacrifice.

This is the day of ancestor sacrifice, and it is also the day of rebirth of the people of Huiling Village.

The sacrifice is divided into two parts, the first part mourns the ancestors and the second part celebrates rebirth.

According to the village chief, this ritual has continued since the establishment of Huiling Village and has existed for hundreds of years.

And every year after the ceremony, the ancestors would literally come back and take their offerings.

On the square, looking at the busy villagers, he bit a thin leaf and said:

"You say people are dead, do they really come back?"

Mu Chen shook his head and said, "If you don't enter reincarnation, it is possible for the soul to come back." But the disappearance of those sacrifices is strange, and there is no way for the ghosts to eat the food.

Therefore, it is not clear whether those ancestors were humans or ghosts. ”

"There's a good show to watch tonight," Yao Si took Mu Chen's words, turned around and walked towards the village chief's house, "I'll go back and make up for sleep first." ”

Bai Chen looked at Mu Chen, who was nearly 20,000 years younger than him, and gave up in front of him, smiled evilly, and put his hands on the shoulders of the two.

"Two little ones, if you are in danger tonight, remember to beg me, and I will come to save you!"

"you!"

Mu Chen and Duan Sheli kicked Bai Chen, and the three of them laughed and walked back with their shoulders on their shoulders.

These three men are also interesting, they were originally in a hostile state of death to death, but in just a few days, they became friends.

In the evening, Mu Chen and the others followed the village chief to the square. In a few moments, the whole village arrived.

Huge bonfires and torches erected around the square illuminate the square.

Each person has a white candle in their hand and walks to the campfire in turn to light the candle.

The four of Muchen took the burning candles and stepped aside to watch the annual sacrificial festival in Huiling Village.

I saw the village chief holding the candle above his head, stepping on the steps, and solemnly walking up to the altar step by step.

On the altar was a long wooden table with a variety of food neatly arranged. In the middle of the offerings, there is a tablet of the ancestors of Huiling Village.

The village chief gently placed the white candle on the table, then took three incense sticks, lit them and inserted them on the incense burner.

"Bye!"

The strong voice of the village chief echoed around the square, and the villagers raised their candles above their heads and bowed down reverently.

After about three minutes of silence, the village chief slowly got up, took a black robe hanging next to the altar, and draped it over his body.

Then the village chief got off the altar and walked to the campfire.

"Our ancestors loved the people like sons. For peace, bring the people here.

When the ancestors die, they return to the spirit. The poor mountains and bad waters will never urge people to die, and future generations will not bend to the sky.

Reclamation of wasteland, livestock, and creation of a new world.

Hui Ling is established, thinking about the ancestors. Pray that the ancestors will appear and talk about the lovesickness of the juniors. ”

The village chief danced the traditional sacrificial dance of Huiling Village around the bonfire, singing this ballad with the loudest and most affectionate singing.

Until the candles in the hands of the villagers burned out, the village chief stopped his throbbing body and returned to the altar.

"Bye-bye!"

"Three bows!"

At the end of the ceremony, the village chief dragged and panted towards Mu Chen's location.

"Four, the sacrifice is over, let's go to our bonfire, I, I'm a little tired, I want to go back and rest, so I won't accompany you. ”

Looking at the tired expression of the village chief, with tears still falling from the sacrifice in the corners of his eyes, Mu Chen was deeply moved by the spirit of the people of Huiling Village who did not forget history and remembered the kindness of their ancestors.

On the other side, the villagers began to jump around the campfire.

People are singing, dancing and sharing food, children are begging for candy next to adults, and old people are sitting around and reminiscing about their ancestors.