He wrapped up the bugs on the ground and said to me: "Put these bugs into the stove and burn them. I'm afraid we have fallen into a trap. Zhao Quanyao didn't forget to trick us when he came. We have to go find Zhao Quanyao quickly."
"He knew we would come looking for Du Juan?"
"Who knows, maybe he doesn't believe Du Juan at all."
"Okay." I carefully picked up the strange insect wrapped in a coat. I could feel the blood of the insect beating when I touched it with my hand. I didn't dare to delay and quickly filled the pit with some food.
The dried mugwort that started the fire burned for a while, and the sound of "Zizzi" came from the stove from time to time. I don't know if it was the scream of the insect that was not dead, or the sound of the fat on its body cracking and steaming when it burned.
Xiaoyaozi saw that the bugs in the stove had been burned to ashes. As soon as we went out, we saw a fire burning in a house in the center of the town. The autumn wind was blowing hard, and the fire took advantage of the wind and set the whole building on fire.
"No, it's a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain!"
At first glance, I saw that the place where the fire started was exactly where we lived.
"Oh no, don't let anything happen at home!"
I was feeling anxious when I heard someone knocking on the door. Xiaoyaozi hugged me behind him and carefully leaned over the crack in the door and took a look.
But he refused to open the door for a long time. The person who knocked on the door also shouted anxiously: "It's me, the old immortal, open the door quickly!"
As soon as I heard the voice of an old Taoist, I quickly urged Xiaoyaozi to open the door. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyaozi made a gesture to silence me and asked in a low voice through the door: "Which one of us is more energetic?
"
The old Taoist outside the door was obviously anxious and shouted helplessly: "You have to be strong, okay, hurry up and drive away!"
Xiaoyaozi turned around and nodded at me: "Let's go."
When the old Taoist entered the yard, he saw that none of his clothes were intact and were all torn into pieces of rags. His belly had been scratched many times by something unknown, but they were all superficial wounds.
"Senior, what's wrong with you?"
The old Taoist returned and closed the door, held me in his arms, and whispered: "We can't stay here for long, I'm afraid we are all intermediate."
"Fell into a trap? Whose trap did you fall into?"
"Who else could it be? The Blood Worship Cult!"
"How did you know?"
"What he said is right. The Du Juan we saw today was actually a corpse that had been dead for a long time. It was just that someone had poisoned her with a 'silver cricket' to control the corpse's voice. If it hadn't been for the flaw in her speech, she would have been killed.
I realized that maybe it’s the two of us lying on the ground now.”
I understood after Xiaoyaozi said this, "Silver cricket? I really want to hear it somewhere, but I can't remember it accurately. I only know that it is a branch of southern Xinjiang's poison, and it is called golden cricket in Miao territory."
, but it can only make the corpse make some mechanical movements in a short period of time. Some unscrupulous corpse exterminators in western Hunan will secretly plant golden crickets on the corpse to control the movement of the corpse."
However, there are very few records about the "silver cricket" on Du Juan's body. They just say that a layer of wax paper should be put on the head of the corpse, and the "silver cricket" should be planted in it, and it will be controlled according to the purpose of the person who planted the poison.
Corpse.
However, because there are very few people who can make this kind of Gu, even if they can cultivate it, the chance of success is very small.
I don't know who could raise such a big "silver cricket".
"The people we saw were just dead people controlled by Gu. So the question is, who would specially arrange such a drama to wait for us?"
My eyes widened, full of loss and self-blame, and I said: "I was careless. There are only two possibilities. The first is Zhao Quanyao who escaped. Otherwise, it can only be the Blood Worship Cult.
"
"Zhao Quanyao doesn't have this ability. He is just a lackey. Since Jin Lei has locked him, he will not be able to escape. However, right now I
Their strategy of following the clues will not work, the Blood Worship Cult has long been targeting us!"
"Senior, what's wrong with you?" Then I remembered the old Taoist's injury.
"It's okay," the old Taoist said nonchalantly, "boys, just as you went out, someone broke into the house on the back. A group of people came in and smashed them. When I saw that posture, I was already prepared. I think
I tried them, then turned around and ran away. Unexpectedly, the group of people followed me up and down the building for a long time. I was so tired that I almost vomited blood. I didn't see any disorder in their breathing, and their eyes were all gray.
, you know you’ve all been bewitched!”
"Fortunately, old man, my skills are still as good as before. I have taken care of all these walking corpses. However, if they set the house on fire, I can't go back home."
"Is the rest of the family okay?"
"It's okay, I've settled in."
"That's good!"
After saying that, I went to find a sack and put Du Juan's body in it, hoping to find a good place to bury it, but Xiaoyaozi insisted on cremating the body, otherwise there was no telling what trouble would happen.
I had no choice but to let out a long sigh, as if I was lamenting the injustice of God, and my sadness was beyond words.
"Why did the Blood Worship Cult do this? To knock the mountain to shake the tiger? To tell us to retreat in the face of difficulties?" That Zhao Quanyao, he probably doesn't have the courage, let alone that much ability.
After much deliberation, there is only the mysterious "Blood Worship Cult".
The sun was setting in the west, and the setting sun was like blood. The reflected river surface was all red, and the ripples in the river kept lapping at the hull of the boat. It was very pleasant. From time to time, fishermen greeted me on the boat, and I responded enthusiastically.
Tonight, every house is brightly lit.
"Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. We are all folding ingots and printing coins at home."
"Two seniors, if you guessed correctly, the Pangu Heart in Zhao Quanyao's hands should have fallen into the hands of the Blood Worship Cult. If we want to get the Pangu Heart, we must go to the Blood Worship Cult."
"There is really only one way to go now." Xiaoyaozi said.
"Let me tell you, this matter is not troublesome in the first place. It's just that you think it's too complicated. First, Pangu's heart is our goal. Whether it's Zhao Quanyao or the Blood Worship Cult, whoever takes it will be the one we look for.
, there is no doubt about this. Secondly, what is the Blood Worship Cult? There is no need to take it seriously. It is just a heretic at best. How capable it can be, I don’t believe that a master can defeat us? Finally, worship
The Blood Sect has apparently hired Zhao Quanyao as its agent. What’s the conspiracy behind it? Don’t worry too much about this issue. People are greedy, nothing more than money, status, beauties..."
"No, no, no, you are wrong about one thing." I interrupted the old man.
"oh?"
"Last point, the purpose of the Blood Worship Cult should be Pangu's heart. They want to use Pangu's heart to do something big!"
"Huan Yang!" Xiaoyaozi said.
"Yes, it's about returning Yang!"
"Ding, ding, ding!" the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Jin Lei."
"What's wrong?"
"Zhao Quanyao went to Lala Valley. According to reliable information, there is a mysterious stronghold in this ditch, which should be the Blood Worship Cult."
"Great, then we will go back to Lala Valley. This time we must attack his lair!"
There are two roads to Lala Valley. One is a mountain road. Because the paths are covered with Lala seedlings on both sides, it is extremely difficult to walk. Therefore, most people choose to take the waterway when entering or exiting.
The boat went all the way down the river, and when it reached the Hualian Tomb, it saw the gongs and drums on the mountain singing together, which was very lively. Xiaoyaozi asked doubtfully: "Is it possible that there are still masters who dare to get married on the Double Ninth Festival?"
"No, the customs here are different from those outside
The situation is different. Every September 9th is the day when nearby villages and towns gather their gods to compare their own gods with each other and show off their unique skills."
After Xiaoyaozi heard what I said, he wanted to go up and take a look. So, a few people got off the boat and went straight to the ropeway on the hillside of Hualian Tomb.
This flower-faced tomb, called a tomb, is actually a rocky mountain that rises abruptly from the river. The whole body is as sharp as an ax and a knife, and there is only a simple plank road that leads to the top of the mountain in twists and turns.
I heard from the old man in the village that there is a strange legend about the origin of the flower-faced tomb. A few decades ago, this was a river beach, and there was an errand boy who fished on the river all year round. He was a bachelor. Because of the white spots on his face, everyone
He was so embarrassed, and before he died, he asked the villagers to bury him on the river beach. None of the villagers understood him. They had never heard of anyone settling on the river beach after death.
But the deceased was too old, and all the good people were gone. But within a few days of being buried, a flood washed away the grave. When the water receded, a mushroom-shaped hill was pulled up from the ground. This hill saw
The water rose, and over the past few decades it has grown into what it is today. The old people in the village said it was a treasure land.
If that colorful man had descendants and had such a good protector, he would be a general without leaving the county.
Later, all the great gods and immortals of this generation moved there.
The three of us were planning to go to Lala Valley to investigate, but when we reached the Hualian Tomb, we caught up with the annual "Great God's Fair" and out of curiosity we went up the mountain to join in the fun. The three of us climbed to the top of the mountain, and the crowd was shaking.
We were in a thatched house. The three of us squeezed in, but there were too many people. We only heard bursts of cheers, and our faces turned red and our necks thickened with anxiety.
I found an opening and stood on the window sill. It was clear now that the room was simply furnished, with a big kang bed, a few benches, fruit pastries on the Eight Immortals table, and many people sitting on both sides of the kang, both men and women.
, some old and some young, all blowing their beards and staring. If it is not illegal to hit someone, those tables and chairs would have been moved to the floor.
These are all the great fairies who are somewhat famous in the local area. When the Nine Gods gather together in September, no matter they are apprentices who have just started doing this or they are the most outstanding ones, they all have their heads sharpened, trying to look familiar even if they are not famous.
When you appear on the stage, you must first declare your family status, what kind of fairy you are offering, and what skills you have. There is no ranking. It is just a competition under the guise of exchanging ideas and exchanges.
At this time, a strong man stood up, bowed, and said: "My family is offering Niu Xian'er from Shiliupo in Huangshan Mountain. You can't get close with swords and guns, and can't be hurt by water or fire."
At this time, the immortals sitting on both sides of the kang curled their lips one by one.
The crowd also kept cheering. The man reached out and tore off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles. He reached out and turned around and took out a red-hot iron rod from the stove.
Everyone didn't know what he was going to do, so they took a step back unconsciously. The man yelled "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." and kept beating the red-hot iron rod on himself.
Sparks erupted from the stick hitting the body. Some timid people did not dare to look anymore. They were all dumbfounded. If it were an ordinary person, his skin and flesh would be torn to pieces. But after this person rubbed his chest with his hands, he could not even protect his heart hair.
Not one was broken.
There was a burst of cheers from the crowd. The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and retreated.
At this time, a young girl came up. She was very pretty and said: "My family is the pig fairy with molar teeth behind Zhong Nanshan. She can eat whatever she wants and can do anything."
The dance masters are divided into five categories: "fox yellow, white willow ash", which are the authentic ones. Of course, there are also some like pig fairies, donkey fairies, dog fairies, and some weird fairies, even for people like me who grew up in the town.
Unheard of.
After everyone listened to the girl's introduction, there was a commotion in the crowd. The old Taoist raised his eyebrows and asked me: "I have also heard about Snake Fairy and Ma Xian'er, but this is the first time I have heard of this Pig Fairy. This is strange.
Chapter completed!