Zhou Fan measured it and said that the giant knife was three feet three inches long and one foot wide, just in line with his requirements. He bounced the blade with his fingers, and a dull strange sound came, which didn't sound much like the sound of gold and iron.

"This knife has been abandoned for a long time, and I don't know which craftsman made it with a tide." Lu Kui smiled and shook his head.

Many warriors like to use heavy weapons in the strength section, but too many of them use copper hammers, long-handled big swords, etc. Such weapons with short-handled long swords, but few people use them because the length of the wheel is not as good as that of long spears, long-handled big swords, and the destructive power of the wheel point to the surface is not as good as that of blunt objects such as copper hammers.

So in Lu Kui's opinion, such weapons look good but few people use them.

"I think it's good." Zhou Fan waved the giant sword in his hand. The giant sword slashed it only brought out a very subtle sound of wind, but it gave people a sense of sharpness.

Obviously, although the giant sword is heavy, this weight has no effect on Zhou Fan now.

"I don't know how Luo Cunzheng is doing?" Zhou Fan's eyes froze slightly and he suddenly asked.

Luo Litian was jumping and cursing.

After he returned to the village from the camp with wrinkles, he asked someone to gather everyone in the village at the side of the round altar as much as possible.

After Luo Litian's notice, almost all the villagers gathered here.

Because the Wei Gu was already ringing, the village was already panicked. Now Luo Litian called them over, and many people guessed that it might be related to the Wei Gu beating.

Luo Litian raised his voice and told everyone about the ghost wedding.

After listening, after a little silence, a burst of noise broke out in the crowd under the round altar, and the villagers all started to talk. Most of the villagers had a look of horror on their faces. Is Sanqiu Village going to the end?

Luo Litian, standing on the round altar, let his fear ferment in the crowd for a while, then waved his hand and calmed down the people below him, and then shouted loudly: "Although the ghost wedding is terrible, it is not irresistible."

"Now there is a way. As long as thirty-two people sit in the black sedan, the ghost will carry their 'bride' away with him..."

Listening to Luo Litian's words, the villagers turned their heads and looked at each other with different expressions.

"So now we need to collect 32 people who voluntarily sacrifice for Sanqiu. Anyone who is willing to sacrifice will never treat it unfairly. The specific sacrifice is..." Luo Litian said while feeling distressed. This is already the most sacrifice money the village can afford after deducting all the expenses this year.

But even so, after Luo Litian finished speaking, the villagers below were silent, and some even looked alert on their faces, guarding against someone pushing him out. Everyone knew that this was equivalent to dying.

Luo Litian waited for a while before finally an old man with white hair and a crutch stood up tremblingly and said, "It is God's favor to be able to live to this age, and I guess I won't live long. Let me do my last part of my old bones for the village, and I'm just dead."

The old man's family looked sad, and the old man's attitude was quite firm before coming out, so it was useless for them to persuade them.

"Three Taigong Gaoyi, I will thank you for everyone in Sanqiu Village." Luo Litian bowed to the old man, and he shouted again, "Is there any?"

Soon three more elderly people stood up slowly, all of whom were young.

But this was far from enough. The rest of the people watched silently. Even the villagers who had not had many lifespans left did not come out for various reasons.

Luo Litian's voice was hoarse and it was useless. He looked at it deeply with a wrinkle behind him. He did not dare to threaten him, nor did he want to threaten him. In the end, he just asked the villagers to go back and think carefully. Those who are willing to go can come here to find him within two hours.

The villagers each left with their own worries.

Zhou Yimu and Guifeng returned home, and Guifeng said anxiously: "Why is this amazing ghost wedding? Will Afan be in danger in the patrol?"

Zhou Yimu comforted softly: "Afan is now the deputy captain, and he is very strong, so there will be no trouble."

Guifeng paced around the house, with deep sorrow on her face, which was a strange thing that could make Wei Gu make a sound, "Yi Mu, do you think the village can gather thirty-two people? If not, wouldn't the village be over?"

Zhou Yimu frowned and said, "The only people in the village are willing to stand up now, but there are not many elderly people in the village. As for other people who live a near life, they will have various concerns. It is probably unlikely to gather together the thirty-two people who voluntarily sacrifice."

Gui Feng said with a pale face: "If no one comes out voluntarily, will the village be forced to recruit? If it is forced to recruit, it must be the short-lived species in the village. Afan's life span is only four years, then Afan..."

Zhou Yimu interrupted: "Don't think too much. Afan is a warrior in the village and the deputy captain of the patrol team. How come he is not his turn?"

Gui Feng said anxiously, "But Afan's life span is too short after all. What if they think Afan is worthless and insist on pushing Afan out to sit in the sedan chair, what should we do?"

Zhou Yimu smiled bitterly and said, "Don't scare yourself. Nothing is clear now. Let's take a look first."

Guifeng became silent. After a while, she looked resolute and suddenly said, "If they want to push Afan to die, then I will come back for Afan. Nothing can happen to Afan."

"Nothing!" Zhou Yimu shouted softly, "It really has reached that point. I am the head of the family, and that's why I'm going to replace Afan, not you!"

Gui Feng's eyes were red and said, "Yi Mu, you can't do if you lack your home."

"If the family lacks no one, it's only me who really wants to sacrifice it." Zhou Yimu said in a serious tone, "If it really comes to that bad step, after I die, you can find a suitable opportunity to tell Afan about that."

Guifeng just remained silent.

Zhou Yimu said slowly: "Don't worry, things may not reach that point. The camp will definitely not be allowed to enter at this time. I'll go to the Yuantan to see the situation. You can stay at home so that Afan will not be able to find anyone when he comes back."

"At this time, if Afan goes home, it will definitely be something has changed. If he can't find us, he will definitely be very anxious."

Gui Feng agreed softly.

Zhou Yimu went out and walked to the vicinity of the Yuantan. There were only a dozen people as anxious as him to inquire about the news.

Zhou Yimu asked someone and asked, half an hour passed, and there were only five people willing to stand up and sacrifice.

Time passed slowly, Luo Litian on the round altar was so anxious that he jumped. Instead, he stood deeply like a piece of wood, without any worry because of the scarcity of people.
Chapter completed!