Rong Xian looked at this barren tomb for a long time without saying a word. The stars in the sky were brilliant. For the first time, she found that looking at the stars from such a distance with the attitude of a mortal, she felt a sense of bleakness.
"What about you?" Rong Xian's tone couldn't be heard of joy and anger: "Where's your corpse?"
Rong Chan's hair was disheveled, and the flesh and blood on her body fell off piece by piece, quickly turning into a bloody skeleton, and then the skeleton turned into powder inch by inch from the toes.
A gust of gloomy wind blew, and Rong Chan, who had only the skull left, sobbed and said: "They want to sacrifice to the gods temple in the village, so they dug my heart, cut off my flesh, and crushed my bones with wine. Drink it. I'm sore, sister, I'm sore..."
Rong Xian walked to Rong Chan gently, she raised her arm to hug Rong Chan, but her hand passed through the air.
Rong Xian lowered her eyes, hiding the emotions in her eyes.
She spoke softly and judo: "Don't worry, they will hurt more than you."
In the village chief's yard, the village chief and a few others were surrounded by the old locust tree, each with a solemn expression and a strange atmosphere.
The village chief is in his 60s this year and looks extremely old, but his eyes are very bright, without the turbidity that an old man should have.
Beside him were Li Yang, Wang Daniu, Zhang Laizi, butcher Zhao and Duan Li in the village.
The three of Li Yang asked the village chief to talk about what happened today. Butcher Zhao was a good helper to the village chief, and he was involved in many things. Duan Li was the only father of a scholar in the village. Said to be taller than the village chief.
The village chief shook his cigarettes, and said rather dignifiedly, "Li Yang has already said the matter, what do you two think?"
Butcher Zhao said grimly, "If all this is just a coincidence, then if that person came to the village on purpose to investigate something, don't blame my butcher's knife."
Duan Li said without hesitation: "I'd rather kill the mistake and let it go. Who knows what that person has in mind. If this matter makes my son stained, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless."
The village chiefs trembled in their hearts, and quickly responded: "This matter will be done as Master Duan said."
After instructing the matter, Duan Li got up and said, "My son will be taking the exam next year. There are still many things to manage in the old man's house, so I won't chat."
The village chiefs got up and said goodbye to each other. When Duan Li was walking away, the village chief said to Li Yang, "Let's leave this to you and Lao Zhao, don't go wrong."
Li Yang hesitated and asked, "Is it the same as the one a year ago?"
The village chief nodded and said, "Just follow the practice of a year ago."
After having the charter, Li Yang also has a spectrum in his heart.
Mass Burial Mound, at this time Rong Xian didn't know that the people in the village were ready to attack her.
She looked at the miserable soul in front of her and sighed, "Let's go, I will move the grave for my eldest brother."
A gleam of light flickered in front of her, and Rong Chan realized that her sister had brought a white lantern from somewhere, with a big 'Ben' written on it.
Carrying a lantern to pay homage to the deceased, she walked slowly in the dark, walked out of the deep mountain, and headed towards the village, ready to spend the night.
The first family living at the foot of the mountain was the house of Butcher Zhao. This was the only road leading to the mass graves. People in the village were somewhat taboo, but Butcher Zhao was the only one who was very daring and lived there. here.
Butcher Zhao, who had just returned, was enjoying the shade in the courtyard with his wife, when he suddenly noticed that his wife's complexion changed drastically.
"Niang Yun, what's wrong?" Butcher Zhao asked quickly.
With trembling hands, Yun Niang pointed to his back, and screamed, "Lantern, lantern..."
Butcher Zhao immediately looked back, his heart trembled, and his legs were a little weak.
This is, this is the lantern coming out from the direction of the mass grave.
The couple were so frightened that they couldn't say a word.
As the lantern approached, they realized that it was someone holding the lantern, not running out of it.
The two were a little embarrassed, and Butcher Zhao was even more annoyed.
He was just about to scold, but he might as well gently raise the lantern in front of him, and the dim light reflected her face clearly.
what!
Yun Niang screamed and fainted from fright.
Butcher Zhao was so frightened that his soul flew out. His mind went blank as he watched the dead person reappear in front of his eyes. The kind of fear and terror almost drove him crazy.
Rong Xian smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid."
This smile even made Butcher Zhao's scalp numb, the hairs all over his body stood on end, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word.
He wanted to run away, but the fear from his body and soul made him unable to move, as if he knew nothing but fear.
He flayed her alive and plucked her flesh and blood, but now this person appeared in front of him intact, not a ghost or anything.
Suddenly, Rong Xian turned her head slightly, as if she was listening carefully.
Then the smile on her face disappeared.
Rong Xian put the lantern down again, unable to see her face in the haze, her voice had a ghostly air that sent chills down the spine, and she spoke very slowly, with a strange rhythm, as long as she heard There is only one thought in the human mind - that is not a human voice.
She said: "Where is the head you took, I have never found it."
As she asked her words, the atmosphere in this world suddenly became lifeless and ghostly. There seems to be a powerful resentment rising into the sky, turning this world into a ghost.
Although Butcher Zhao was known to be courageous in the village, but that was for people and animals. Facing the unknown 'ghosts', Butcher Zhao was directly frightened.
His pupils dilated, his mouth opened wide, and he fell to the ground, frightened to death.
Rong Xian: ! !
Rong Xian's expression was subtle for a moment. Is this the most terrifying and vicious person in Chan'er's mouth
It's too simple to die.
Courage too small.
Rong Xian lowered her eyes to look at the corpse on the ground and smiled softly, where there is no ghostly air, but a softness like the wind: "The first one."
She glanced at Yunniang casually, stepped over Butcher Zhao's body, and continued to walk forward with the lantern in hand.
Rong Chan floated beside her sister, and the man who made her fear to the bottom of her bones died so simply.
So simple, so easy, but she was tortured by this person to death.
Rong Chan burst into tears, crying to the point of death and resentment.
"It turns out that killing them is so easy, it's as easy as squeezing an ant." Rong Chan wept.
But she kept these people alive for so long because of fear and cowardice, and she didn't dare to get close.
How ridiculous, how sad!
She moved and disappeared.
Rong Xian blinked, not interfering with Rong Chan's behavior.
She carried the lantern and walked towards another villager. It was late at night, and she was more exposed. She still needed to stay overnight.
Rong Xian: The first time I scared people to death, I felt a little complicated (ノ°ο°)ノ High-energy warning ahead
(End of this chapter)