A large group of villagers have gathered by the river.
Wei Fuyuan was a little confused at first, but he was 1.87 meters tall, even among two or three hundred people.
The distance between the two was not too far, Wei Fuyuan took advantage of his height and physique to squeeze his boss and leaned over to his side.
"When do we start?"
He turned his head sideways and leaned close to Beiquan's ear, for fear that others would hear him, so he deliberately lowered his voice.
In fact, Wei Fuyuan's worries were unnecessary.
At this time, the river was rushing fast, and there was a lot of noise around, and no one noticed what they were talking about.
Beiquan turned his head to look at Wei Fuyuan, smiled at him, and said "don't be in a hurry" with his mouth.
Wei Fuyuan didn't know what Beiquan's plan was, and now he couldn't figure it out, so he could only suppress his anxiety and silently wait for the sacrifice to begin.
At this time, the noise suddenly doubled, and with the sound of gongs and drums coming from nowhere, a group of young and strong men came to the river with hundreds of paper makers.
The paper people were thrown into the river one by one.
Wei Fuyuan noticed that the water in the river was very turbulent, but the light and fluffy paper figures were not swept away. Covered with floating corpses, just looking at it makes people shudder.
And this scene, after the villagers poured a lot of foul-smelling blood into the river, became even more frightening.
The scarlet river water rolled over layer by layer, swallowing the densely packed paper figures on the river surface, really like the legendary blood pool hell.
It was the first time for Wei Fuyuan to smell such a strong bloody smell, which made him nauseous. He frowned deeply, and couldn't help covering his mouth and nose with his hands.
"It's now!"
Beiquan shouted without warning at this moment.
Wei Fuyuan has been an assistant for more than a month, and he has developed a conditioned reflex.
Beiquan had told him just now to throw the bamboo strips he wrote into the water—and now the closest water source to them is undoubtedly this river.
There were seven, seven and forty-nine bamboo strips in total, each of which was no more than one finger long and two fingers wide, with blood written on it that Wei Fuyuan could not understand.
The river was already dyed red with blood, and it was filled with all kinds of paper offerings. The small bamboo strips were thrown down, which should have been very inconspicuous.
But just when Wei Fuyuan took out the bamboo strips and was about to throw them away, the villagers who were like NPCs in the game plot actually noticed the things in his hands, and turned their heads one after another, their expressions quickly solidified, and then turned to horror .
Wei Fuyuan's heart is not good!
He made a quick decision, put his arms up, and smashed the person beside him with force, then broke away the hand that was stretched out from nowhere, crossed the shoal in two steps, raised his hand and threw the stack of bamboo strips out, while shouting:
"Let's go!!"
The thin bamboo strips had no weight, and even if Wei Fuyuan tried his best, he couldn't throw it very far.
But they did land in the river.
At the moment of contact with the blood in the river, the forty-nine bamboo strips glowed with golden-red light at the same time.
The villagers on the river bank suddenly let out hysterical screams.
Wei Fuyuan noticed that the forty-nine bamboo strips were clearly floating in the water, but they were connected to each other by red light, forming a faint shape of a rune.
Immediately afterwards, the blood-red river water suddenly seemed like boiling water, tumbling and rolling off the billowing waves.
The paper figurines floating in the river were torn apart by the surging water in an instant, and they were all involved in the bottom of the river in an instant, disappearing without a trace.
Wei Fuyuan was standing very close to the river at this moment, and was almost swept in by the blood. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to take a few steps back before leaving the dangerous area.
— No, wait!
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Young Master Wei turned his head and was shocked by the sight in front of him and broke out in a cold sweat.
I saw the hundreds of villagers who were supposed to be standing by the river, just like a videotape that had pressed the stop button, and they were frozen in place one by one.
Each of them maintained a posture for a certain moment, all of them were horrified and grim, with their mouths wide open and their hands stretched forward, as if they were about to pounce in the next second, tearing the uninvited guests who dared to destroy their memorial service to pieces.
But the villagers did not move.
Because in the next second, Beiquan had already revealed his natal magic weapon. The tip of the pen crossed an arc in the void. When the tip of the pen passed, the golden red light flashed like a meteor and fell into the boiling lake. It is integrated with the formation composed of forty-nine bamboo strips.
In an instant, the red light flourished.
Wei Fuyuan only felt an invisible pressure rising from the bottom up, and the world shook with it.
His feet were soft and he knelt down suddenly, uncontrollably.
At the same time as the pressure suddenly hit, the villagers behind him were like sand sculptures smashed by the waves, and they all turned into powder in an instant.
"north-"
Wei Fuyuan put one hand on the ground, wanting to see what Beiquan was doing.
At this time, Beiquan spoke.
"Aren't you going to show up yet?"
Beiquan asked coldly:
"If you don't show up again, the fragmented space you worked so hard to create will be crushed by me soon!"
When the words fell, Wei Fuyuan suddenly felt that the pressure on his body increased by another layer, and he quickly supported the trembling ground even harder, avoiding the dilemma of directly throwing his five bodies on the ground.
—Fuck!
He cursed in his heart:
- Beiquan, you are too careless!
- Don't this damn place is not broken, I will be crushed by you first!
Wei Fuyuan struggled to raise his head.
There were no more than two or three hundred villagers who were originally surrounded here, and they all disappeared. At this time, there were only four students lying on the beach in the same embarrassment as him.
He turned to look at Beiquan again with difficulty.
From Wei Fuyuan's current point of view, he can only see that Beiquan seems to be unaffected by pressure at all, with a straight back, a slender neck, and a slender but graceful jaw.
- How can you pretend!
Young Master Wei thought angrily:
- You should let us out first!
In fact, Beiquan is not as easy as he seems on the surface.
As soon as he came up, he put a big move, in fact, to frighten the "thing" that created this fragmented space, forcing the other party to show his true body.
It's just that even if he wrote the bamboo strips in advance, to maintain the current formation, it would be very expensive for Beiquan.
However, Xuanmen Village itself is a natural gathering Yin basin, and the special geographical environment makes this fragmented space gather Yin Qi far exceeding its own volume, and wants to destroy it from the inside by his own power...
Beiquan gritted his teeth secretly.
—It’s not impossible, I’m afraid I’m afraid… I won’t have the strength to fight again…
However, the "thing" that was hiding somewhere was far more tolerant than Beiquan thought.
Under the heavy pressure of the formation, the villagers in the fragmented space had all disappeared, and the scattered courtyards were like toy blocks that were torn down, one by one, collapsed one by one, collapsed, and finally turned into powder.
But Rao is so, the culprit who created all this still refuses to show up.
-no solution anymore!
Cold sweat dripped from Beiquan's forehead and wet his temples.
- In this case, it can only be forced to be more ruthless!
"Hey, Comrade Xiaowei!"
Beiquan opened his mouth and shouted:
"Do me a favor."
When Wei Fuyuan heard Beiquan calling him, he suddenly became angry:
"Do you think I can still move now!?"
Beiquan, who usually always greets people with a smile, has become unreasonable and embarrassed at this time.
"stand up!"
He involuntarily said:
"If you want to go back!"
—I #￥%#￥￥!
Wei Fuyuan scolded a series of mosaics in his heart, and his mind was full of "I will resign when I go back!"
But even if he is reluctant, now he has no choice.
Wei Fuyuan put his hands on the ground, clenched his teeth, and was under the heavy pressure that could almost crush his spine.
What even Young Master Wei didn't notice was that as he struggled to move inch by inch, a layer of golden light appeared all over his body, wrapping him like a protective shield to replace him. Offset some of the pressure brought by the formation.
Finally, Wei Fuyuan finally stood up.
"You, cough..."
He asked Beiquan:
"What do you want me to do?"
Beiquan didn't explain a word, and ordered directly:
"The ring finger is opened and the blood is dripping on the ground!"
Wei Fuyuan really had a blood clot in his throat, and he didn't dare to refuse.
He doesn't have any sharp weapons on his body, nor does Beiquan have the ability to draw a blood line by swiping his finger on the skin.
There was no other way, he had to use the trick he learned from the costume drama, put the ring finger of his left hand into his mouth, and bite hard—
The wound was deep, and the blood fell on the beach one by one, and soon a small pool of blood about the size of a coin was formed.
When Wei Fuyuan was about to ask Beiquan what he should do next, he was surprised to see that the blood drop that he had dropped on the ground seemed to have come to life, and a thin blood line extended in a certain direction. .
The blood thread is getting longer and longer, and it climbs farther and farther, like a slender spider thread, the direction it is facing is not the river where the blood waves are still rolling, but the cemetery at the end of the village where I don't know how many dead people are buried.
Beiquan smiled lightly:
"finally found you."
The next second, Wei Fuyuan felt the pressure around him suddenly eased.
He stood up straight and looked around blankly.
The formation composed of forty-nine bamboo strips in the river has disappeared, and the boiling water has returned to calm.
The other four students also got up one after another.
They were even more confused than Wei Fuyuan, and had no idea what happened just now.
"This… "
The squad leader Pan Xiaoyun said hesitantly:
"This is the end? Can we… get out?"
Beiquan turned to look at Pan Xiaoyun.
"Of course not, this is just the beginning."
He smiled slightly and said the answer that made several students almost faint:
"Now, let's go and see what the culprit is."
The author has something to say: Mr. Wei. I also want to resign today. Fu Yuan