Beiquan is now in a state of being separated from the body, and can only obtain more information through the girl's five senses.
It's a pity that the first time the girl encountered such a bizarre experience that could not be explained by common sense, she was already frightened, she burst into tears, and her vision became more and more blurred.
Beiquan could only try to use such a bad vision to see the situation in front of him as clearly as possible.
The surrounding villagers were laughing, shouting, and cheering. Just by looking at their expressions, they could tell that they were doing something very festive for them.
Beiquan remembered that in the hotline, "A Yun" once mentioned that he saw the villagers of Xuanmen Village holding a festival.
- So, is it now
Sure enough, soon, deafening cheers rang out in his ears.
The crowd automatically separated, and several sturdy youths came out more and more like Moses dividing the sea.
They carried a huge bamboo raft with many things stacked on top of it.
The girl Beiquan felt was only about 1.6 meters tall, and she was crying with tears in her eyes. Therefore, no matter how concentrated Beiquan was, it was difficult for a while to see what was on the bamboo raft.
The young people stopped by the river and, amid the cheers of the villagers, began to throw the things on the bamboo raft into the river one by one.
This time, Beiquan finally saw it clearly.
It was paper figurines, horses, old cows, and other offerings made of thin bamboo strips and oiled paper.
Nowadays, most areas of the city have banned burning paper, and younger children have never even seen these things used for worship.
And these paper figures and horses thrown into the river by the villagers are exquisite in workmanship and vivid in shape. At first glance, they look like real life.
Seeing the paper figurines wearing various shrouds rolling up and down between the waves, like floating corpses, almost filling the river for a while, the girl couldn't take it anymore.
Her feet were weak and shaky, and she held up so that she wouldn't fall to the ground.
At this time, a scene that made the girl even more horrified happened.
Some of the villagers picked up a tune, and everyone followed, singing a folk song with a strange tone.
While the crowd sang, they carried out large buckets one by one and poured all the contents into the river.
The bucket was full of red and black liquid, and instantly dyed the river water full of paper figures into a strange and eerie blood red.
— No, that is indeed blood!
Borrowing the girl's sense of smell, Beiquan quickly confirmed this.
The blood of some unknown animal poured into the river, which had apparently been stored for a long time, smelled extremely fishy and had an unpleasant stench of corruption.
Almost as soon as the poor girl smelled that pungent stench, her face turned from white to blue, and she couldn't bear it any longer.
She covered her mouth with her hands and resisted the urge to vomit. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she pushed away the villagers who were blocking her one by one and squeezed out with difficulty.
When the girl crossed the human wall, Beiquan observed from the corner of the girl's eyes that the villagers were beginning to pass knives to each other.
All men, women and children, cut their fingers with the edge of a knife and dripped their blood into the stinky river water that had been dyed red and black.
The girl finally ran out of the crowd.
Like a frightened little beast, she ran in a panic.
The girl was running and crying in the empty village, intermittently calling out the names of the classmates and teachers who came with her, then she began to call her father and mother, followed by blindly calling for help, but everyone was concentrated by the river , even though she broke her throat, she didn't hear a single answer.
Because they are in a state of empathy, Beiquan can roughly feel what the girl is thinking.
He knew that the girl only wanted to get out of this weird and terrifying village quickly.
Even plunging into the barren mountains is better than staying in this ghost place.
However, it is obviously only a small village with a population of less than 300 people, and it occupies such a long and narrow river valley. However, no matter how the girl runs, her throat hurts and her heart is bulged to the point of splitting, and there is no way to escape from the village. .
- Of course I can't get out.
Beiquan endured the burning pain in his chest after running wildly and thought so.
- Silly child, because you are now in a fragmented space.
However, thanks to the girl's life-threatening rush, Beiquan was able to determine that the fragmented space that devoured the eight teachers and students basically included the entire Xuanmen Village, and perhaps the surrounding villages. beach.
The girl finally stopped running.
She stumbled forward.
Beiquan didn't know whether it was because her eyes were swollen with tears from crying for too long, or for some other reason. When he looked at things with the girl's eyes, whether he looked far or near, everything he saw seemed to be enveloped in a thick layer. Uniform yarn, fuzzy and not very clear.
The girl circled the village and ran back to the river at some point.
The villagers surrounding the river have all dispersed, and the blood-red river water, which was still full of paper sacrifices just now, has returned to clarity.
Previously, the girl only wanted to escape from that weird sacrifice, but when she couldn't see anyone, she was even more afraid.
She staggered along the shoal covered with finely broken pebbles, trying to find anyone again.
Whether it was classmates or teachers, or the villagers who had only made her feel extremely frightened just now.
Finally, after she didn't know how long she had been gone, she saw "others".
There were five or six children in a shoal ahead.
The children are about six or seven years old, with pigtails or double pulls on the top of their heads, wearing brightly colored bellybands or short shorts, bending over to play with water, laughing and laughing.
After tossing all the way to the present, the girl's spirit has almost collapsed, and there is no "rationality" at all.
"It's good to have someone... It's good to have someone..."
Beiquan heard "myself" whimpering and whimpering, and at the same time walked towards several children with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
The water where the children played was shallow, just dipping their calves.
Even a child can stand there, and a girl is an adult.
So she went down the river without hesitation.
"Hey-"
The girl grabbed a child's shoulder from behind and cried out in a hoarse voice:
"What about you, your parents?"
The child turned back.
The girl saw a pale face.
The round and flat face, the eyes, the nose, the bright blushes, and the red grinning mouth—all drawn with a pen!
That's the face of a paper man! !
"Ahhhh!!!"
The girl screamed.
The next second, many hands grabbed her.
The girl fell uncontrollably and plunged into the water.
She struggled with all her strength, but just now she had only reached the depth of her ankles, and she was completely overwhelmed in one fell swoop.
-Help!
A pair of small hands made of bamboo strips pressed against the back of her head.
Water poured in from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, filling her throat instantly.
- Help! Help!
She instinctively stretched her hands forward, scratching, waving, and slapping desperately, trying to get back on her feet.
However, such efforts were all in vain.
The little paper people screamed and laughed loudly, pressing down on her, weighing as much as a thousand catties.
The pain of suffocation engulfs the girl's perception...
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"How is this going!?"
In the abandoned Xuanmen Village, among the dilapidated dwellings, Wei Fuyuan, who has been staring at Beiquan, discovered the abnormality of his own boss.
"Why does he look so uncomfortable!?"
In the lighting of oil lamps and candles, Wei Fuyuan saw that Beiquan, who had been lying on the ground quietly and slept peacefully and peacefully, suddenly frowned, his facial features were wrinkled together, and his expression was very painful.
Hearing the words of Tian Jiaxing, the whole person was shocked and immediately turned to look at the incense stick in the incense burner.
When Beiquan used the soul-releasing mantra, he used a special kind of Baozhuan agarwood to fix the soul and attract the soul.
It has been more than 30 minutes since he lit the incense sticks, and the three incense sticks are still about two knuckles' length.
But from the second Wei Fuyuan noticed that Beiquan's face was different, the thin green smoke swirling around the top of the incense suddenly doubled in size. The speed devoured the remaining incense body, and at the same time, the ashes fell rustling, and three steep hills were piled up in the incense burner.
"The big thing is bad!"
Tian Jiaxing's face suddenly turned, and a carp jumped upright and shouted sharply to Wei Fuyuan:
"Quick! Quickly wake him up!"
Without saying a word, Wei Fuyuan rushed to Beiquan's side, grabbed his shoulder and started shaking:
"North Spring! North Spring!"
He leaned close to the other person's ear and shouted loudly:
"Wake up! Get up! Get up!"
In Wei Fuyuan's rough shaking, Beiquan did move.
He frowned, his expression twisted, his feet kicked, and his hands were grabbing in the void, like a person who fell into the water, instinctively wanting to grab something in extreme pain.
But even so, Beiquan's eyes were still tightly closed, as if he was caught in a nightmare, and he had no intention of waking up.
The next second, Tian Jiaxing let out a scream:
"The fragrance is broken! The fragrance is broken!"
Wei Fuyuan looked back at the incense burner and saw that the incense stick on the right was suddenly folded in half at the root without warning, and the unfinished section was plunged into the incense ashes with billowing black smoke. , went out in an instant.
"Fuck!"
Young Master Wei broke out in a cold sweat.
Even if he didn't know what it meant when Xiang Zhe was folded, but looking at Tian Zai's horrified expression and Beiquan's extremely uncomfortable appearance, he knew with his heels, it must be a very bad omen!
"North Spring!!"
Wei Fuyuan grabbed Beiquan's shoulders, lifted him up, slapped his face hard, and shouted angrily:
"Wake up for Lao Tzu, do you hear me!?"