Hit ghost

Chapter 134: The Sacrifice Begins

"Of course, if he wishes, we will take him away." The moment his mouth opened and closed, his nose was filled with the sweet smell of yellow rice cakes, Wen Liang stuffed the last bite into his mouth, and agreed happily.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened, Zhuo Ketuoda got up and closed the window, her eyes swept over the faces of the four people in the room, "Although I really want to find brother Anian, I definitely can't act rashly, let alone the eve of the sacrifice." .”

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and finally said what she had thought about for a long time, "He left on his own initiative. He was like this before, whether he left the village or returned to the village, so I wonder if he will..."

"Are you trying to say that he will come back by himself?" Seeing Zhuo Ketuoda's difficulty in speaking, Wen Liang said the second half of the sentence for her, "There is indeed such a possibility, I personally think it is not very likely, but now There’s really nothing we can do in this situation.”

"I searched all the places where I might hide, but I can't find it. Where did Ah Nian go..."

No matter how urgent Xie Jin was in his heart, he had to accept the fact that He Nian left by himself, even if they knew there was a mystery behind his departure, there was nothing they could do.

Looking back at Ji Duan, who was also preoccupied, Xie Jin felt even heavier in his heart. Everything he had done before seemed to be useless, and now they could only wait.

Waiting for whether the curse on Ji Duan can be broken at once, and waiting for He Nian to return when he doesn't know.

Almost without sleep all night, Xie Jin huddled in Ji Duanhuiwen's arms until it was almost morning, and stayed in a daze for more than half an hour.

As a shaman, Zhuo Ketuo got up very early. She did not ask anyone to help, but helped her elderly grandmother to dress up at four o'clock in the morning and set off slowly towards the village.

She told several people last night that even if they live together temporarily for the past two days, they must take into account their different identities on the day of the sacrifice and cannot appear in the village at the same time.

There is no need for Xie Jin and the others to worry about the sacrificial utensils and offerings. At that time, the village will send people to pick them up. All they have to do is stay in the house and keep quiet until the person who picks up the things leaves.

Xie Jin huddled in Ji Duan's arms, listening to the heavy footsteps of Zhuo Ketuoda and Grandma Yang going farther and farther until they disappeared, then he closed his eyelids and fell into an unconscious sleep briefly.

At six o'clock in the morning, Xie Jin was awakened by the sound of chaotic footsteps outside the wooden building. He sat up from the bed and found that Ji Duan and Wen Liang were hiding in the gap beside the bed and looking out.

"Hush, keep your voice down, they are here." Seeing that Xie Jin woke up, Ji Duan waved for him to come over.Xie Jin did as he did, he restrained the weight of stepping on the wooden floor, so as not to make any strange noises from the old floor.

Cautiously looking out the window, Xie Jin found that the person who came was still wearing a copper mask and couldn't see his face clearly. He didn't know if this was a village custom, or if this group of people were actually the same thing as those masked youths of the Zhao family.

Xie Jin was thinking about it with a short body, when he suddenly felt a cold gaze, as if the coldness penetrated his celestial cap and went straight to his brain, making Xie Jin back subconsciously.

"Ho!" He covered his mouth and bumped his shoulder into Ji Duan's arms behind him. Ji Duan gave up his position to Xie Jin just now, so he didn't know what happened.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Ji Duan asked in a low voice, holding Xie Jin's shoulder.

"It's okay." Xie Jin shook his head, "Someone seemed to see me downstairs just now, please keep quiet and see what happens later."

The expected unexpected situation did not happen, and there was not even a sound of going upstairs. Those people just lingered on the first floor for a while, and left in a hurry after getting the things that Zhuo Ketuoda had put in advance.

"Let's go, let's follow." Wen Liang closed the window and motioned for the two to follow him downstairs, because Zhuo Ketuoda said that there was no need to lock the door, they just closed the door and ran towards the road when those people came.

But the strange thing is that the time difference between before and after was only 3 minutes, and those people carrying sacrificial utensils and offerings disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

"Maybe it's a fork in the road. The mountain road here is complicated, and it's easy to get lost." Wen Liang glanced in that direction, and then walked to another more hidden path, "It's okay, it's not stalking anyway, as long as you can enter the village."

"Is your health okay?" Xie Jin and Ji Duan walked side by side, he was still worried, for fear that Ji Duan would suddenly faint and fall down.

"I feel okay at the moment, don't worry." Warm palms wrapped his cold fingertips, Ji Duan proved his words with practical actions, and led Xie Jin to keep up with Wen Liang's pace, Ji Duan whispered, "Relax, you are now in good spirits It's too tight."

Xie Jin also just smiled at Ji Duan, he couldn't help but tense his nerves all the time, even if it was less than an hour before the start of the sacrifice, the variables would never be under control, and this was what Xie Jin was most worried about.

"If you come, you will be at ease. Too many worries will be counterproductive." Wen Liang who was walking in front said something, Xie Jin could only see his loose hair from behind, and the messy hair was swaying in the wind, like albino Grass.

"Don't worry, Lao Ji has lied to you so much, you have to get cured quickly before you can settle the score with him, right?"

Wen Liang raised his chin and tilted his head back, Xie Jin saw the gloating expression on his expression and the seriousness in his eyes, and nodded after a moment of silence.

"I... will explain to you after I get out." Ji Duan tightly held Xie Jin's hand, ignoring Wen Liang who "provoked trouble".

And Xie Jin had no objection to his remarks, nodded lightly again, and Xie Jin responded: "Yes, I see."

When they climbed over the hill and arrived at the sacrificial place, it was blocked by three layers of villagers and three layers outside. Fortunately, the innermost Zhuo Ketuoda saw the tallest Wen Liang with his sharp eyes, so he let Li Yougui, who was on the chair inside, go catch.

It was natural for Li Yougui to be too close to Xie Jin and the others in full view. He put on a look of disgust, and asked someone to let the three of them in with a foolish tone.

There were whispers among the villagers, but these voices were not enough to fear. Li Yougui didn't look here again after seeing them coming in, but turned his head and continued chatting with Gao Quan.

"Pay attention to the gap under your feet, avoid the middle position and find a place to stand." Zhuo Ketuoda was wearing a cumbersome headgear, and when she gave a quick order, there was another commotion outside the crowd.

"It's Zhao Dong, he's here." Wen Liang looked back, and found that the crowd had been divided into two, Zhao Guangsheng, who was still stupid, walked in behind Zhao Dong.

The wrinkled old face was very ugly at this moment, especially after seeing the three of them.

"Old Zhao." Wen Liangcai raised his hands in a respectful bow regardless of whether his face was blue or white, at least pretending to be serious enough on the surface, "Here we come."

Xie Jin and Ji Duan also followed suit, but Zhao Dong was obviously very dissatisfied. He sat on his exclusive mahogany chair and raised his wrinkled eyelids, "It doesn't matter if I come or not, but it's you, Do you really dare to come?"

Looking at Ji Duan with cloudy eyes, Zhao Dong snorted coldly, "Isn't he waking up? I don't think there is any need to trouble the True God anymore."

"Whether it's necessary or not, I'm afraid it's up to Lord Zhenshen to decide." Wen Liang replied neither humble nor overbearing, and he was not annoyed by Zhao Dong's attitude, "On the contrary, he is your only son, what's wrong?"

Zhao Dong's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't speak any more, but arranged Zhao Guangsheng to Gao Quan. He sat there with a wrinkled face and waited for the sacrifice to begin. He looked like a toad. Kind of alike.

A crisp bell sounded, and the drums were also mixed in at the right time. Zhuo Ketuoda's grandmother, an old lady in her eighties, was dressed in colorful cloth belts, and the god hat on her head almost covered her eyes. Cover most of her face.

But Grandma Yang was not affected in any way. She swayed the bell rack around her waist to the beat of the drums. With her shout, several other masked youths began to sing shamanic language that the three of them did not understand.

Zhuo Ke Tuo Da held a long and sharp bamboo pole beside him, on which was a bloody piece of meat, which had just been cut from under the black pig.

The girl spoke during the singing, even if she couldn't understand the language, Wen Liang could still guess something from her movements.

Without speaking, he gestured to the two people beside him in an imperceptible place, "It should be offering sacrifices to the heavens, and we are about to start inviting the gods."

Although Grandma Yang was old and her legs had fallen not long ago, she was able to follow the dance with the vocal music. She held a scratching drum in her hand, and with the cooperation of the masked youth beside her, several people formed a small encirclement circle. Zhuan kept beating the catch drum there.

Zhuo Ketuoda had already put down the pork and picked up pheasant feathers stained with pig blood and wiped it on the mouth of the statue. Then she gave an order, and another group of people carried something to the sacrificial altar.

It was a molted black pig, which had been simply boiled and cut into various parts, but kept spread out and placed on the wooden board.

Zhuo Ketuoda raised the grabbing drum, and the group of people who carried the pig began to beat the drums on the pig, and chanted while beating. The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes, and then she stopped and looked at herself Granny over there.

"It's time, raise the coffin and ask God!" Zhuo Ketuoda shouted, and as her words fell, the few people who had just stood there and formed an encirclement circle began to back up, and the circle was getting bigger and bigger, and finally became unsightly Reshape.

Raise the coffin?Xie Jin was wondering where the coffin was, but felt that there was a vibration under the white jade brick slab, and it seemed to be accompanied by the mechanical sound of the iron shaft turning.

Granny Yang and the others slowly opened from the middle to the two sides where they were standing just now, and the sound of the chains became clearer.

An almost deafening sound rang in his ears, Xie Jin watched a pitch-black coffin rise slowly under the opened white jade brick slab.

He suddenly discovered that it turned out that there was no ground there, but a hidden mechanism for lifting and lowering the coffin.