At night, Li Ang opened his eyes, got up quietly, walked to the next bed, and slashed the temporary roommate's neck with a hand knife.

The unlucky passenger fainted without even saying a word.

To be on the safe side, Li Ang pulled open his eyelids and shook it back and forth with a flashlight on the eyeball a few times.

After confirming that he fainted, he put on his raincoat, covered his face, pried open the window and turned it out.

At night, only a few lights were still flashing. Li Ang rushed towards the ravine and found the grave of rural teacher Meng Qixi with the beam of flashlight.

Perhaps the villagers were grateful for Meng Qixi's selfless dedication, and the tomb he built was quite exquisite. There were some praise words engraved on the tombstone, and some flowers were placed in front of the tombstone.

It is late at night and there is still heavy rain covering the whereabouts. Li Ang directly "boomed" the tomb and lifted the coffin board.

The coffin was empty, with no trace of blood or maggots growing.

Li Ang, who was biting the flashlight, frowned,

Meng Qixi's body disappeared, or his body had never been put into the coffin.

What did the villagers of Dusheng Village do to Meng Qixi...

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At this time, in Dusheng Village, Lu Maocai led four young and strong villages wearing raincoats, holding hemp ropes, machetes, earthen guns, and shoulder poles in their hands, and quietly advancing towards the villager Shi Kangjian's family in the dark.

Due to the uncertainty of Lu He's death, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen and Wei Linglan, who were originally staying at Lu He's home, stayed at the village chief's home tonight under the arrangement of the village chief.

In Lu Maocai's opinion, the storm that was supposed to make people feel restless was a safe guarantee. He led his group to the door of Shi Kangjian's house, walked to the window, and gently knocked on the window.

Shi Kangjian's face is revealed behind the windows of the first floor living room.

After confirming that it was Lu Maocai, he opened his door with the key and welcomed six figures into the house.

Lu Maocai put down his raincoat hood, opened his mouth, pointed to the side of the building, and said softly: "Have they all fall asleep?"

Shi Kangjian nodded. This evening, he added a lot of sleeping pills to the drinking water of the three people to ensure that they could sleep steadily.

Lu Maocai took a deep breath, held the earth gun in his hand tightly, and walked up the stairs.

Dusheng Village, formerly known as Dushen Village,

According to legend, in ancient times, this place was attacked by plague ghosts, with dead bodies everywhere, and corpses everywhere, and every family was mourning. A man pity the people, gathered the people, and established villages in the valley according to the principles of Feng Shui and Geometricalism.

And pass down formations and rituals to isolate demons and ghosts, make the weather good, the grains are abundant, and the animals are prosperous.

The only problem is that the ceremony held every five years must be offered a human sacrifice.

In ancient times, communication was backward, and the villagers of Dushen Village went out to beg for dementia and offered human sacrifices according to the ceremony. Sure enough, they did not suffer any natural disasters and man-made disasters.

The village is in good weather and has a good harvest every year. The villagers live and work in peace and harmony, and are peaceful, like a paradise.

Unfortunately, as time goes by, the rituals are getting worse every year, and the inheritance is interrupted.

Until July before, the village began to die one by one. Village chief Lu Gui found a formation ceremony in the ancestral temple classics and rebuilt the altar in his attic.

He also colluded with the villagers to tie Meng Qixi, a rural teacher who fell ill in bed, to trap him on the altar.

It was Lu Maocai who started to dig out his heart.

Meng Qixi never thought that he, who had devoted most of his life to Dusheng Village, would be killed by the familiar and kind villagers in the past.

When he died, his small eyes were filled with great doubts.

Lu Maocai did not regret killing Meng Qixi, anyway, the latter was seriously ill and his life was not long.

Anyway, since Meng Qixi has paid so much for the village, it is worth it to pay a little before dying.

Sure enough, after sacrificed Meng Qixi, the death in the village subsided.

But perhaps because of the changes in the world and the changes in the world, the Feng Shui geomantic formation arranged by the Taoist has long been destroyed by various newly built buildings in the village.

The effect of the ceremony lasted less than six months, and people began to die in the village again.

Village chief Lu Gui modified the village terrain according to ancient books and tried to repair the formation.

While asking Lu Maodian, the eldest son who is a small powerful person in the city to think of a solution.

Just when Lu Maodian found a mule and hired Li Ang, Lu Gui's understanding of the formation ritual was improved again, and it rained heavily to temporarily isolate the ghosts.

Then, the landslide and the passengers were trapped. The evil ghost gradually broke through the formation defense line and started another killing.

If the situation was not urgent, Lu Gui would not want to attack these passengers. He would rather find suitable offerings through some familiar channels that would not attract widespread attention.

Lu He's death became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and no one in the village could guarantee that he could survive the settlement of the evil ghost.

Tonight, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen and Wei Linglan will become new sacrifices - their deaths are not worthless, and the villagers of Dusheng Village will live a peaceful and peaceful life with their dedication.

Lu Maocai thought this way and recalled Wei Linglan wearing a white long skirt, and felt a little excited.

Maybe he can enjoy it before the sacrifice...

Lu Maocai touched the handrail and walked up the corner of the stairs. He glanced at the stairs from the corner of his eyes, but was shocked to find that the number of people was not right.

He brought four young and strong people, and Shi Kangjian was only six people.

But a thunder flashed by, and there were seven shadows on the stairs wall.

The lightning flashed in a flash, and the corridor returned to darkness.

Lu Maocai's figure froze instantly, and he felt that his back was cold, and he could not even hold the earth gun in his hand.

The villagers standing behind him saw Lu Maocai stopping, and he was a little confused and asked softly: "Why not..."

Before he finished speaking, a palm quietly penetrated his chest.

The villager lowered his head and the last scene he saw was that his heart was being held in his hand.

Paji.

The heart was squeezed alive.

The thin ghost with disheveled hair pulled his arm out of the villagers' chest, and the latter fell to the ground like a puppet with silk thread removed.

Fear occupied almost all the reason of Lu Maocai.

This is impossible. His father Lu Gui has consumed most of the mana gained from sacrifice to Meng Qixi today. The thicker rain curtain can theoretically isolate all demons.

Or, it evolved again...

The ghost figure leaned forward slightly, and Lu Maocai felt a flash in front of him, and a pair of sharp claws that were neither human nor beast gently touched his chest.

It was soon after that, a slender thunder fell down obliquely, smashing the window and hitting the thin ghost.

Lu Gui's attack that consumed most of the remaining mana in the altar did cause huge damage to the thin ghost.

It retreated in a hurry, and casually pushed away the crowd squeezing on the stairs, and after it drew a deep scar on the waist and abdomen of the villager Shi Kangjian.

Limped out of the door.

Lu Maocai, who was still in shock, hurried to the entrance of the stairs and saw the ghost rushing into the rain curtain. The parts of his body were poured by the rain, bursts of blue smoke rose.

Seeing that he was about to rush into the forest, the ghost with disheveled hair suddenly stopped.

It stood under the tree and turned around silently, stared at them deeply, then turned around and left, completely hiding in the darkness.

Lu Maocai took a deep breath. He ignored his companion who was screaming in panic, ran straight to the second floor, kicking open the side door.

Inside the door, Tian Yourong and the other two who were supposed to be lying disappeared, leaving only the wide open windows, swinging back and forth with the strong wind.

After losing the support of mana, the rain gradually weakened.

Without sacrifices, everyone will die soon.

Lu Maocai walked downstairs in a daze.

Shi Kangjian, whose abdomen was cut into a deep wound, leaned against the stairs wall and gasped. Several companions were busy bandaging the wound.

“Get out of here!”

Lu Maocai pushed his companion away roughly, bandaged Shi Kangjian tightly, and sighed amid the latter's plea to "Save me".

This sigh made Shi Kangjian realize something immediately, his eyes wide open and his eyes were about to break, "What are you going to do? You can't do this!"

"This injury is unsuccessful. It is your turn to sacrifice for the village."

After saying that, Lu Maocai ignored Shi Kangjian's insults and struggles.
Chapter completed!