It's impossible to expose He Naizi, so Mr. Long just listens to it seriously and doesn't take it to heart anyway.
Looking up, they had already entered the village. Several black figures were standing in the middle of the road, blocking He Naizi's way.
"He Naizi, send us back."
What is this?
It's so dark, doesn't it look like a human being?
All of them looked fierce, could they be He Naizi’s enemies?
So if He Naizi is blocked here, will Cai Gen and the others be able to come over and save him?
Just when he wanted to have fun, He Naizi didn't slow down and just knocked away the few black figures blocking the road.
"What a useless snack, why do you want to go back without doing any work?"
"He Naizi, are you being unreasonable? The things on Taiqing Ditch are much more ferocious than us. If we hadn't run fast, we would have been thrown on them.
Are you calling us to help, or are you trying to harm us?"
Damn it, it turned out to be He Naizi's group.
Young Master Long suddenly remembered that He Naizi had indeed summoned some evil spirit to sacrifice the villagers just now. With these guys here, would the villagers feel cold?
He Naizi remained unmoved, as if they were not worthy of stopping.
"You are a waste, why should you blame me?
I don't have time to pay attention to you. I'll go if I want to, but I'll die if I don't.
Then follow me and take you back to your hometown."
Here is the key point. What He Naizi said about going back to his hometown and Heiying and the others wanted to go back are probably different. So Heiying was afraid and did not continue to pester. Instead, he stood in the middle of the road, looking helpless and aggrieved.
He is a child abandoned by his parents.
After leaving the village, we arrived at the edge of Taiqing Valley. At this time, Taiqing Valley was shrouded in a cloud of black air, and we couldn't see anything above it.
He Naizi stood still, put down Young Master Long, picked up the black leather drum, combined the two drums into one, and beat them gently. A layer of transparent bubbles suddenly appeared, covering He Naizi and the others.
After being fully prepared, He Naizi pulled Mr. Long onto the ice of Taiqinggou and entered the black air.
Seeing that the bubbles blocked the black air, Mr. Long was very curious and wanted to reach out to touch the black air outside the bubbles, but He Naizi pulled him back.
"Don't touch it, it's death energy.
We, mortal bodies, are in great trouble."
Deadly?
Although Young Master Long didn't understand, he could tell that it was definitely not a good thing. He cuddled up tightly to He Naizi and almost let her carry him away.
After walking not far, I saw a villager bending down to tie his shoelaces.
What's so damning?
Nonsense, right?
Is He Naizi trying to scare herself?
Why are the villagers okay?
Mr. Long did not say anything in a hurry, but carefully followed He Naizi through the villagers. He found that the villagers were silent and turned a blind eye to him?
This was a bit strange. Mr. Long turned around and took a photo with his mobile phone. When he looked carefully, he was shocked.
The squatting villager was tying his shoelaces, and his face was looking in the direction of the center of Taiqing ditch, as if that was the direction from which the black air was coming.
When Young Master Long saw his appearance, he looked familiar. He seemed to be a neighbor of his uncle and grandpa's family, but he didn't know his name.
The man was in his forties, very strong, and the skin on his face was rough and already had some traces of time. These were relatively normal, but when he saw the villager's eyes, it brought back a memory of Mr. Long.
That was the look in Zhao Erniu's eyes. After he was extubated and died in the hospital, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling with unwillingness, a white void without any life.
This is the second time that Mr. Long has seen such a look. Since the first time was so profound, there is no mistaking that it is the look of a dead person.
Young Master Long unconsciously grabbed He Naizi's arm and did not dare to stop. He just asked in a low voice.
"He Naizi, what happened to that person? Why is he motionless?"
He Naizi didn't even look at it. He seemed to be thinking about something and was a little absent-minded.
"The breath of death has entered the body"
"So is he dead?"
This is the issue that Mr. Long is most concerned about. These villagers came here to work for the red tickets they gave them. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be nice to drink at home on the second day of the new year?
Before He Naizi could answer, the second wave of villagers appeared. More than a dozen people, doing various things, were setting up a stage and hanging banners.
However, all the body shapes were fixed at the moment when the death energy entered the body. It seemed that the death energy was moving very fast. No one showed any signs of running away, and the top of the head made an expression of surprise and fear.
He Naizi walked around the crowd and seemed to be taking time to answer Mr. Long, as he was also very busy.
"I'm not dead yet. If I can survive until dawn and the sun shines, I will most likely survive."
Looking at the villagers beside him who looked like ice sculptures, Mr. Long bit his lip unconsciously.
Can you survive until dawn with a high probability of not dying?
How long is it until dawn?
Ten hours?
Seven or eight hours is enough, right?
Even if the life force is gone, if you stand motionless on this ice for seven or eight hours, you will be finished, right?
As Mr. Long continued to go deeper, the number of sparse villagers gradually increased, and Mr. Long felt like he had entered a wax museum in the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
Everyone is very lively and has their own actions.
Everyone is fake because they all keep the last action.
As he approached the ice cave where fishes were kept, Mr. Long finally couldn't bear it anymore because he saw his great-uncle and cousin sitting in a circle on a horse and smoking.
They all kept smoking, and there was only one cigarette butt in their hands.
By the way, they all stared at the ice cave with lifeless eyes, as if something strange had happened there.
It seems that the black death energy spreads from here, and they are the first victims.
People die for money, and birds die for food. Even though Mr. Long wanted to take responsibility for the villagers' affairs, his willingness was not very strong. When it comes to the root cause, he couldn't control the matter. It was pointless to insist on adding value to himself.
The villagers are here for the money, not for nothing.
It was He Naiko and Baqi who harmed the villagers. It is far-fetched to say that they are accomplices. After all, they are just fish and meat, and they have no choice.
Although Mr. Long could rely on these two points to convince himself not to suffer any conscience rebuke, his uncle and cousin were right in front of him, so it was really difficult not to lose his mind.
"He Naizi, these people, and"
"If it's not troublesome, they are all irrelevant people, otherwise"
"God has the virtue of good life, especially the karmic retribution, I still"
Mr. Long changed his angles several times, but he couldn't speak anymore. For these reasons, would He Naizi care?
Originally, she wanted to kill these villagers for sacrifice, but now that they are still alive, it is considered that her execution ability is not up to the mark.
Seeing that He Naizi remained silent, Mr. Long finally thought of a breakthrough point.
"By the way, we have to build up virtue for our children. So many people died at once. If we don't think about ourselves, we also have to think about our children."
This chapter has been completed!