The old man said that he was not from this place originally. He came here with his parents when he was old, and he didn't know who his parents were. He just knew that every year he would follow his parents to a place until he and a few others grew up, and one day he became elders in the village. At that time, they were over fifty years old.

When their parents died, they told them something, which was about them guarding the altar here, and the reason they came here was for the altar.

Speaking of this altar, he didn't know what this altar is for, but he just knew that they lived for this altar.

After becoming an elder, several Taoist priests came to the village. The Taoist priests said that one day someone came here to relieve them, and what they did was for the great things of the entire race.

The sacrifice used the lives of the whole village. At the beginning of the sacrifice, they were alive except for the five elders, while the others were dead, but no one knew about this. The only ones who knew about it were the five elders.

The five elders all came to this village when they were young, and each elder had a mark on his body, and a coffin was placed in the house.

Sleeping in the coffin when you die.

On the day of the sacrifice, those people had already made it clear. They couldn't go out even if they wanted to go out. The village was beyond the reach of others. Until one day, the people of them died, it depends on their luck.

The elder said that at first one of the elders died, but after their death, the four elders went to see it, but the village was still unknown and no one could see it.

Later another one died...

In this way, it was not until the fourth elder died that we saw this place.

"Actually, I don't have any hope. I'm hundreds of years old. No one knows how long it is. Sometimes I think I'm a fairy. I draw a Taoist on my coffin board every day, so that I can remember how many days and years it takes, and I don't know the others anymore.

I don’t know what it was suppressing. My parents only brought me here at home, and my tribe members stayed outside. I thought that if my tribe members remembered me at that time, they would come here to see me, but then I realized that they actually didn’t miss me. Maybe there was some reason that forced them to forget me."

The old man suddenly said that, full of helplessness.

I looked at Zi'er and saw that he didn't say anything, and asked the old man: "You have come here, but you don't know what you sacrificed, so you stay here?"

"We didn't tell us what was sacrificial, but at the beginning we saw four Taoist priests, but during the sacrificial priests, four people in sacrificial uniforms appeared. The men all had a knife on the same day, and they dripped blood here, and finally dried up to death."

"Where is the corpse?" I asked curiously, and the old man said, "We put it under the sacrificial altar as they said. We had a stone of the mechanism, and closed that stone, and it never opened again."

"You mean, after they sacrificed their blood, you put it under the sacrificial altar?" Zi'er didn't say anything, and now he spoke again.

When the old man heard the question, he said, "That's the case."

Zi'er then stood up and stood up: "Take me to see."

I saw that Zi'er seemed to be very serious, so I helped the old man outside. The old man looked at me: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid of you."

The old man frowned and said, "Actually, sometimes even I am afraid of myself. During the day, I take out the mirror and look at my face, and I am afraid."

"That's because you are timid, I won't." I said and smiled, then looked ahead. At this time, Zi'er had already walked outside and arrived at the sacrificial platform. After years of baptism, the blood was gone.

The old man and I stood outside, Zi'er stood in the middle of the altar, looked around, Zi'er asked the old man: "These four people are four directions, southeast, west and north?"

"yes."

“What about the middle?”

The old man shook his head: "There is no in the middle."

"That should be waiting for you to die." Zi'er said and called me over: "Hong'er, come."

I heard him call me and walked up. When I arrived at Zi'er, Zi'er pulled my hand over and dripped a drop of blood on the ground. The blood was quickly sucked in. But after sucking it in, the ground began to collapse, and the other four directions also began to collapse. When I asked Zi'er what was wrong, Zi'er said, "This is an altar, but this is a place to raise corpses."

"Where is the place to raise corpses?" I was busy looking around and found that there were some holes on the altar that seemed to be artificially pierced. Those star maps combined with the star map can allow the moonlight to shine through the holes.

"Then here..."

"Those people use the people here to create a place to raise corpses. The biggest advantage of using living people to sacrifice corpses is that their brain pills will be kept intact, because there is constant injected yin energy here, and they will be given to them according to the cycle of day and night. They will remember everything. After waking up, they feel like they have a sleep, without any discomfort.

The most important part of the process of refining corpses into zombies is to turn good corpses into mummies, but if they get more than one, they will lose one. They release their bodies and blood, so that they can decide how much they want.

After death, the souls can be left in their bodies by means of methods. Without external interference, they are used to the busyness here, working from sunrise to sunset, and thus they sleep very peacefully, just waiting for the five elders to exhaust their energy and they succeed."

Zi'er said that the old man took two steps back: "No."

Zi'er went to see the old man: "At this time, you still don't believe that you are guarding these zombies here?"

The old man didn't say anything, Zi'er raised his hand and lifted the stones on the ground. Under the stones, zombies were vivid, with young and handsome faces. A group of people around him came to see what was going on.

In fact, they have long died when they say they are human beings, but they are ignorant even after they die, so they are still living in their own world.

The old man crawled in from the crowd, walked to Zi'er and me, looked at the zombies in front of him with his old and incredible eyes, and knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

The surrounding wind was like a big whirlpool. Zi'er held me: "Hong'er, they are about to wake up."

"But the old man hasn't..."

"He can no longer do it." Zi'er said. The old man cried and suddenly disappeared, and he was motionless on the ground, and he died!
Chapter completed!