Seeing that the sun was about to set, with only a touch of sunset remaining in the sky, the villagers of Zuoer Village all gathered at the entrance of the village as if they had been given a shot of blood.

I secretly thought something was wrong, but now that Fatty and Wang Yuanchao were unconscious, how could I alone deal with the villagers in front of me? What's more, I didn't even have any problems with these guys.

I don’t know why, but at the critical moment, I suddenly thought of the fourth girl. He worked so hard to bring the three of us here, so how could he let us die at the hands of a group of ignorant villagers?

But I waited and waited, but I didn't see the fourth girl.

After the old village chief came over, he began to give orders to the villagers and picked a few strong villagers to lift us up.

"Village chief, as long as we offer them to the Stove Lord, the whole village can have a big meal. It's amazing!" a villager said with bright eyes.

"At that time, when the Kitchen God first appeared, everyone was eating comfortably. But within a year, everyone's ears were dedicated to the Kitchen God. We could only cut off the ears of those who entered the mountain to follow the Stove God.

The prince is giving you a feast, and now that the government has closed the mountains, it’s hard for us to get fresh ears. These babies are delivered to our door by themselves, don’t blame us..." When the old village chief said this, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Folks, remember that every household brings bowls and chopsticks. As the village chief, I will never eat alone. Everyone has a share!" the old village chief cheered.

The old village chief responded with a burst of cheerful cheers.

Old men and women in their 70s and 80s, as well as children as young as a few years old, all held a bowl with dirty hands. They didn't wipe their mouths full of drool, but just stared at us feverishly.

Just like the monster in "Journey to the West" saw Tang Monk's flesh.

Seeing this scene, I felt like I had become Monk Tang, Wang Yuanchao had become Monk Sha, the fat man had become Zhu Bajie, and the fourth girl was the Sun Wukong who had been waiting for a long time.

I don’t know what I was thinking about. Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that these villagers were a bunch of man-eating devils!

When a few strong men carried us through the crowd, the lazy man suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute! Village chief, doesn't the Stove Lord like to eat fresh and juicy ears the most? You can cut them off alive in front of his old man."

In exchange for more feasts.”

"But look at these guys, they are all hungry, with yellow faces and skinny muscles. I'm afraid the Stove Lord won't like them." The lazy man said in an embarrassed tone.

"That's right, what the lazy guy said makes sense."

"People who are lazy and educated are different." The villagers agreed one after another.

After hearing what the lazy man said, the old village chief walked up to us, checked me carefully, and touched my belly. I quickly closed my eyes and held my breath, trying not to let the old village chief notice that I was awake.

, but my stomach still growled unsatisfactorily from hunger.

"Yes, I'm hungry. Feed them rice with their ears cut off! Then let's go on the road. The time is coming. If we delay the time, the Kitchen God will be angry." The old village chief heard the growling of my stomach and nodded.

And now I have goosebumps listening to it.

Damn it, what is ear-cutting rice? Is it the same as the decapitation rice in prison? After eating it, you will be damned to the execution ground.

I couldn't help shivering, but the villagers opened our mouths without any explanation and stuffed a bowl of yellow brown rice in. Although I was extremely hungry, I couldn't take a bite.

Intense fear has taken over my whole body.

The villagers fed him a few random mouthfuls and drank some water, which was considered as the completion of the 'ear-cutting rice' ritual.

In a daze, I felt like I was being carried into a wooden frame. I quietly opened my eyes and took a look, and I was shocked to find that the so-called wooden frame turned out to be a big red coffin!

It was so dark all around that I couldn't see the true appearance of the coffin, but I could clearly smell the faint rotten smell emanating from the coffin.

The villagers of Zuo'er Village are frugal enough. I don't know how many dead people have been put in this coffin. Maybe every time they catch an outsider, they stuff it into this coffin and offer it to the Kitchen God.

After Fatty and Wang Yuanchao were put into the other two coffins, the villagers, led by the village chief, carried us back up the mountain.

Seeing that no one noticed me, I secretly sat up from the coffin and took the opportunity to observe the surrounding situation!

Behind the three coffins was a dense team, at least hundreds of people. It seemed that the whole village was mobilized.

These villagers were all wearing hemp and mourning, and their lips and eyes were painted with blood to make them look extremely scary. They also held longevity peaches, red tassel guns, erhus, gongs and drums and other accoutrements used in opera singing.

The twelve strong men who led the coffin were wearing bright red opera robes and a big red flower on their chests. The red and white colors of this team, one behind the other, gave me a strong visual impact.

The old village chief was alone in front holding a green lantern to lead the way.

The sun has already set now, and the whole team is walking on the dim mountain road, which looks very intrusive. It looks like a team of Yin soldiers entering the mountain.

And we, packed in three coffins, are like sacrifices to the underworld.

The villagers all had blazing eyes. Every time they passed a mountain pass, they sang folk songs that I didn't understand in a thick Henan accent. Then they continued to move forward, repeating this action.

This should be the custom of Zuoer Village, right? But no matter how you look at it, it feels awkward.

But these villagers did not feel awkward at all. Instead, they enjoyed it. They sang folk songs at the top of their lungs, even the children. The veins on their necks were bulging, and their eyeballs were swollen due to congestion.

, but the more they sang, the more energetic they became. In addition, they painted people who were neither humans nor ghosts, and one of their ears was missing. The more I watched, the more I felt that they were reincarnated as starving ghosts in hell.

Weird folk songs floated back and forth in the gloomy back mountain.

I was also flustered, and I didn’t know how the Stove Lord could be so greedy and turn a good village into a paradise for psychopaths. I had no choice but to close my eyes and not look at these villagers.

The mountain road was neither far nor near, and it probably only took two hours to walk. Then I heard the old village chief holding a lantern in front of the team shout: "Stop!"

The huge team immediately stopped. I was startled by the sudden movement. I picked up the coffin and looked outside. I didn’t know when we had arrived at the center of the dark mountains. There was a small river at the foot of the mountain.

Pass.
Chapter completed!