After a brief conversation with Chen Wenxing, Xu Lang didn't say a word again, and Wuming by his side helped him and walked forward quickly.
The people in Taohua Village didn't do too much brutality, but the dozens of black-robed men present surrounded the executors closely, leaving no chance of escape.
Of course, under Xu Lang's prior signal, everyone knew that this trip must go.
So there is no need for the people in Taohua Village to be tough, they just follow suit.
Wuming held Xu Lang's arm and looked at the body of a man in a black robe beside him from time to time.
This person, since he appeared, has always looked at the executors, and seems to be very interested in them.
With the nameless observation, the eyes on the face that were only exposed looked a little familiar, but he was certain that he had never seen him in his life.
But the sense of familiarity became stronger, especially the eyes that the person looked at him revealed many subtle emotions, which made Wuming very uncomfortable.
Wuming frowned, watching as he walked, and finally the man turned his head and stared at Wuming. This time, Wuming seemed to see a smile in his eyes...
It was this look that suddenly roared in Wuming's heart. This person turned out to be Chen Huanxi who had previously carried the coffin for him!
Maybe it was the change on Wuming's face that made the person understand. Remember URL
I saw the man in black robes, slowly stretched out his dry palm, took off the mask on his face, a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek with an old face, but his eyes were bright, and the energetic old man's face suddenly appeared.
After Wuming glanced at it, he secretly said in his heart that it was indeed him.
This black-robed man is the protagonist of the funeral, the deceased Chen Huanxi!
But now that the matter is over, Wuming has already understood the situation at the time. Chen Huanxi was dying just because of the power of curse, but he did not die.
After the nameless carrying the coffin and John dripping blood, Chen Huanxi's "medicine to cure disease" was rejuvenated.
Looking at Wuming, Chen Huanxi seemed to be extremely happy, with a hoarse voice but full of confidence, and said with some sarcasm: "I am able to participate in the sacrifice today with a healthy body. I have to thank you all for speaking of it."
Wuming glanced at him faintly, ignoring the meaning of his words.
On the contrary, it was the conversation here that caused Huang Hui, John and others in front of them to turn their heads with some confusion, and they happened to meet the face of Chen Huanxi!
John understands the ins and outs of the matter, except for some dark hatred, and doesn't have too many expressions, but Huang Hui has not figured out the whole thing until now. Seeing Chen Huanxi "resurrected from the dead", he thought that he was alive and was a little panicked.
After taking a look, she quickly retracted her head and held Gu Chunxia's arm tightly, never daring to look around again.
And the occurrence of all this made one of the dozens of black-robed men present see all of them.
Especially when he caught a glimpse of Wuming and Xu Lang, and when he saw Chen Huanxi again, he was not surprised at all. On the contrary, he felt that things should be like this, which made him feel puzzled.
"Could it be that my guess and the facts were the opposite?"
The man was located on the edge of the black robe man. His actions were not seen by anyone, and he was very concealed. He raised his sleeve slightly, and a metal watch was exposed. The time indicated on it has come to May 13. 11:45 on the evening of the day.
There are only 15 minutes left until the beginning of the sacrifice!
He was a little behind because of his thinking. The man in the black robe in Taohua Village in front of him turned his head a little weirdly, but the man swiftly lowered his sleeves without arousing suspicion, and continued to follow the team quickly.
Xu Lang couldn't see exactly where they were, but judging from the walking time, it should have been about 20 minutes at this time.
It stands to reason that the grave mountain should have arrived long ago, but the rest of the people didn't mean to stop.
Wuming looked at Xu Lang with some changes, glanced at the surrounding environment, and whispered in Xu Lang's ear: "We just passed by the tomb that we dug before, and the tomb has been dug up again. The scarecrow inside is gone. It should be. It was taken back by the people of Taohua Village.
Now that we have crossed the cemetery and started to go deeper into the cemetery mountain, maybe that is the place of worship! "
Xu Lang nodded when he heard the words, whether the scarecrow in the tomb was taken back, after all, they wanted to complete the task, they still wanted to bury the original scarecrow, which just saved time.
"When you arrive, please estimate the distance and time between the sacrifice site and our tomb, so that you know it well."
Wuming heard Xu Lang's words and nodded secretly without saying a word, as a response.
Time passed by like this one minute after another, and the road began to become more difficult to walk. It seemed that no one had set foot here for many years, and it started to be rugged. Xu Lang almost fell a few times.
Everyone present was also extremely serious and formal, and no longer whispered, as they were on the verge of the opening of the sacrifice, and everyone felt particularly nervous.
As for the person hiding in the black robe ranks, his expression was so nervous that he had begun to get a little bit angry. If it weren't for a black cloth to cover his face, an individual would be able to see the strangeness in his heart.
He never thought that one day as an ordinary person, he would step into layers of crisis and despair!
Looking at Xu Lang's straight and confident back in front of him, he meditated in his heart that the gap between people is so big.
At this moment, everyone stopped in unison.
Wuming raised his eyes, and the moonlight sprinkled like water on a weird building, completely exposing the place of worship.
They were on the back of a cliff at this time. In front of them was a stone stairway that was neither long nor short nor short. Above the stone stair, there was a towering and flat ground with a house similar to an ancient temple.
It is said to be a temple, but with the erosion of the years, it has long been torn apart and on the verge of collapse. It is just a wooden shelf with no statues of gods and Buddhas inside, and it looks like an empty space.
On that platform, there are many familiar faces. The village head, Uncle Chen, Lingyun Chen, and Linggu sitting in a four-wheeled vehicle are closing their eyes and waiting for the approach of zero.
And on the platform, there is still a long straw mat, on which is placed six dark and gloomy coffins, the coffin lid is open, as if waiting for the dead to lie in.
Obviously, these six coffins were prepared for the five executors plus Chen Wenxing.
However, the scarecrow who belonged to the executor was not seen.
Gu Chunxia and Huang Hui in front of them were the weakest. Looking at the coffins that had been prepared for them, they couldn't help but softened and almost fell to the ground.
John was also pale, his teeth were trembling, only Wuming and Xu Lang's complexion were as usual, and he was not too panicked.
The black-robed man next to Gu Chunxia suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed her body, which directly scared her into an exclamation.
"Get on stage!"
Gu Chunxia turned her head and glanced at Wuming and Xu Lang as if she asked for help, but all that responded to her was endless silence and cold stare.
She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth several times, but when she looked at the coffin above with blinking eyes, she raised her courage and vented all, leaving only endless fear!
He pushed away the black-robed man next to him, and crawled to the grave mountain to flee.
Xu Lang turned his ears slightly, listening to what was happening nearby, Wuming watched Gu Chunxia's movements without any expression on her face.
But Gu Chunxia just ran out, barely two steps before she was dragged back by the black robe man by her hair.
"No! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"
The black robe man doesn’t care about Gu Chunxia’s crying, her struggling strength is nothing under the man’s hand, pulling her hair and dragging her hair towards the stone steps, there are waves of flesh and blood colliding with the cold steps, and Gu Chunxia's wailing made everyone present a chill.
At this time, the rest of the black-robed men also took out long knives from their arms and put them on the executor's neck, forcibly intimidating everyone to go to the sacrifice.
Huang Hui and John looked at Gu Chunxia's fate, swallowed, hiding the fear in their eyes, and dared not to struggle anymore, they started walking towards the stone steps step by step.
As Xu Lang listened to everything that happened before, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In his opinion, the realization of Gu Chunxia and others is just like normal people's performance before death. They make a fuss just to dispel Linggu and others' suspicion and pave the way for the next plan.
Wuming and Xu Lang also went up the cliff one by one, and there was an altar in front of them. A large number of yellow paper ingots and paper men were placed on the ground quietly, with about thirty people standing around them.
This makes the not-so-large cliff seem a bit crowded.
Wuming waited for five executors, and Chen Wenxing with a look of longing came to the straw mat together, Wuming leaned over and looked at the coffin.
Suddenly, there was a scarecrow lying in the center of each coffin.
It's just that in Chen Wenxing's coffin, the scarecrow is about the same size as his height, and it is lifelike. In the executor's coffin, the palm-sized scarecrow is also lying quietly in the center of the coffin.
Wuming was overjoyed in his heart, but there was no change on his face. He pinched Xu Lang's arm without leaving a trace.
Xu Lang immediately gave instructions, nodded slightly towards Wuming, and had the right to respond.
Several people just stood in front of their respective coffins, but their emotions at this time were completely different.
Gu Chunxia still didn't give up struggling. At this time, she was tied up with a rope and gagged her mouth to prevent her from crying, but she still stood where she was and kept kicking and beating the coffin.
Huang Hui and John are in similar situations. They are both pale and trembling. Death comes so quickly, even if they understand that Xu Lang and others have a plan, they still can't resist the fear in their hearts.
Only Xu Lang and Wuming showed a little calmness, but after Xu Lang's prompt, they still put on a desperate expression.
However, Chen Wenxing at the far end was completely opposite to the performance of the executors. He looked at Linggu with enthusiasm, whispering like crazy in his mouth, and looked like he could not wait to kneel on the ground and wait for death.
The man in the black robe hidden on the edge of the cliff had his eyes flickering. If he could see through his costume, his legs under the black robe trembled slightly.
This was the urgency and panic before the war. He peeked under the cliff without leaving a trace, as if his tactics and tactics were hidden there.
But at this moment, a crisp copper bell rang through the entire mountain, faintly resonating everywhere, breaking the silence of the night. Uncle Chen is still the dress that melts into the night, holding a copper bell in one hand. Slowly approached the altar.
Listening to this sound, Xu Lang's heart shuddered, which means that the zero point has arrived, and the sacrifice is on! (End of this chapter)