He was used to seeing Chu Zhaozhao every day when he returned home.
For him, when he returns home every day, he can see the girl preparing a table of food and waiting for him. This is probably the only thing that Chu Qingxiao can look forward to after the eternal night wheel is broken.
Soon he walked to the front of his small courtyard.
After not seeing each other for a few days, the chickens in the fence had grown up again. When they saw Chu Qingxiao coming, they probably thought he was here to feed them. The little ones rushed to the fence and chirped at him.
None of them listened.
Chu Qingxiao was in a good mood, so he simply took out the unfinished steamed buns in his arms, broke them into small pieces, and threw some in.
After doing this, he opened the door and walked in excitedly.
"Zhaozhao..." At the same time, he said towards the house with a smile on his face.
"You...are back." Just as he started to speak, he was interrupted by a voice coming from the room.
The voice, low and ethereal, echoed gently in the room.
Chu Qingxiao was stunned for a moment, secretly feeling that Chu Zhaozhao's voice was a little strange. He raised his eyes and looked into the room. It was already evening, but there were no candles lit in the room. The door was dark, and a gust of night wind happened to blow by at this time. Chu Qingxiao
I shuddered, the room that used to be cozy now felt inexplicably a bit eerie.
Gulu.
He swallowed, suppressed the weird thoughts in his mind, and bravely stepped into the room.
Chu Zhaozhao was nowhere to be seen in the main room, but through the screen on the side, a figure could be vaguely seen sitting next to the bed, motionless.
"Zhao Zhao."
Chu Qingxiao called out tentatively, but the figure sitting on the bed did not move at all.
This scene is somewhat breathtaking.
Imagine that in the dark room of a quiet room, a woman is sitting on the edge of the bed, motionless.
It's very much like the ghost stories told by storytellers.
Chu Qingxiao plucked up the courage and stepped forward. He looked at the figure on the edge of the bed. Although the door was dim, he could still vaguely see through the moonlight outside the window that she was Chu Zhaozhao.
Chu Qingxiao's heart was mostly relieved.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, and at this moment, Chu Zhaozhao suddenly raised his head and stared at him coldly.
But she just stared at him without saying a word.
Chu Qingxiao felt a little nervous when she looked at her, and asked cautiously: "Zhaozhao, are you okay?"
Chu Zhaozhao slowly shook his head.
"It's okay, but..."
At this point, the girl paused. She slowly raised one hand, stared at Chu Qingxiao, and said seriously: "But you'd better be fine."
Chu Qingxiao was stunned for a moment, and then his face suddenly changed and his pupils dilated.
A look of fear surged onto his cheeks like a tide...
There is no other reason.
But at this moment, Chu Zhaozhao’s raised hand was holding something embroidered with peach blossoms...
Bellyband.
…
"Zhaozhao, calm down!"
"I can explain!"
"Things are not what you think!"
"Hit...just hit! Don't take out the rolling pin!"
"That's a kitchen knife! You'd better use a rolling pin!"
That night, the Goshawk Village was no longer peaceful. Most of the residents in the village could faintly hear the wails coming from the small courtyard on the west side of the village, which resounded throughout the forest until late at night.
…
at the same time.
Xiyuan Peak, in Ghost Crow Village.
It was dark at night, but things inside and outside Guiya Village were not peaceful.
Figures with crow slave marks branded on their foreheads are busy.
There are many huge rocks piled up around the Ghost Crow Village, and a group of crow slaves are beating them with hammers, knocking pieces of gravel off the rocks.
Under the rocks, there was already a large group of crow slaves waiting. Whenever a rock of suitable size was knocked down, they would rush to carry it to the wooden cart, and then a group of four or five crow slaves would carry it out with great difficulty.
Drag him to the Ghost Crow Village.
This kind of work is very hard.
Most of the crow slaves were in ragged clothes and had yellow faces and thin muscles. The hands of those who were beating rocks were covered with blood blisters while holding the hammers. The hands of those who were pulling wooden carts had blood marks on their naked upper bodies from the ropes tied to them.
But none of them dared to stop and rest for a moment, because once they did, the supervisor on the side would wave the long whip covered with barbs on them mercilessly.
From time to time someone would fall down from exhaustion, and the supervisors would step forward and give them a few severe beatings. If they woke up, they would be urged to continue working. If they were silent, they would be carried into the hospital.
In a dungeon on the east side of the village.
No one knows exactly what is there.
But what is certain is that anyone who is thrown into it will never be seen in the village again.
The stones that were transported into the village were all transported to the center of the village.
There, a huge circular building made of piled stones is slowly rising under the work of hundreds of crow slaves.
It was a round platform. There were five stone pillars standing around the round platform, and there was a high platform in the center. However, it was not completely completed yet, and its final appearance could not be seen clearly, but it faintly revealed a mysterious flavor. This thing looked like
It's a huge altar...
In the direction facing the altar, there is a five-story attic.
At this moment, in the attic, a man who was so fat and bloated that he was almost a ball of flesh was pushing away the scantily clad girl next to him, and then threw the wine glass in his hand heavily to the ground.
"How many days is this only!?"
"More than a dozen crow slaves are missing! A divine crow envoy died in Taixuan Mountain, but you can't find who the murderer is!?"
He yelled angrily, and seven or eight people in black clothes were kneeling down there. They all lowered their heads, not daring to detain the man.
"Speak! Aren't you pretty good at talking on weekdays?"
"Are you mute now?" But their silence was replaced by more surging anger in the man's chest, and he asked loudly.
Several people in the audience looked at me and I looked at you. After a while, one person finally had the courage to say: "This matter is strange. It's fine that Tang Hu and others were killed, but the crow slaves in those crow slaves
The seal was also erased."
"Li Guanshui's death was not simple. If he was killed in a simple vendetta, the Divine Crow Envoy should have a chance to get it back. However, the Divine Crow Envoy also died immediately. My subordinates thought that the same person might have done this.
And it is very likely that they are coming for my Ghost Crow Village!"
When these words came out, the bloated man did not show any satisfaction. He sneered: "Well said, the analysis is very clear..."
After saying that, he paused for a moment, then picked up the jug beside him and slammed it down again, angrily cursing: "But it's useless!"
The wine bottle fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and then split open. The wine inside poured out all over the audience, but no one dared to reach out to brush away the wine stains on their bodies and faces. Instead, they lowered their heads even further.
A little bit.
The person who had spoken just now was trembling even more, but the adult's anger had been aroused and he did not dare to remain silent.
At this moment, he could only grit his teeth and continue: "The person who did this evil thing is obviously well prepared. Whether it is the crow slave seal or the divine crow envoy, we have worked hard to investigate thoroughly for a long time, but the other party
The methods were sophisticated and left no trace."
"Now is the day when the Crow God Tower is about to be completed. My subordinates think that the other party is doing bad things..."
"Just in case, please report the matter to the Crow God and ask the Crow God to send an oracle!"
"Huh? Maybe it's such a small thing to bother the Crow God?" The bloated man on the stage looked unkind when he heard this and asked in a low voice.
After hearing this, the people in the audience broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads, and their bodies trembled more and more obviously.
He hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "If this subordinate is not deliberately shirking responsibility, something is really wrong!"
"If that person is really coming towards the Crow God Platform, once something goes wrong, it may delay the village master's important affairs. It is the lesser of the two evils. I hope the village master will learn from it!"
The man on the stage was silent for a while after hearing this, and this silence was undoubtedly a huge torture to everyone in the audience.
Every breath of scenery made them feel like they were passing through the day like a year.
Big beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and fell to the floor one after another.
Just when they were almost out of breath, the people on the stage finally spoke up again.
"There is some truth to that."
"Stand back, I will take care of this matter."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience felt as if they had been granted a general amnesty.
They didn't dare to stay, so they got up and retreated quickly.
As everyone left, the room became colder.
The man squinted his eyes and pressed one hand on the armrest of the wooden chair beside him. His fingers tapped the armrest rhythmically, and a low sound echoed in the room.
"These guys are becoming more and more useless."
"It's time to change a batch..."
He murmured.
But as soon as the words came out, there was a soft sound behind him.
He was slightly startled, and turned his head to look behind him, only to see the girl who had been pushed away by him just now, sitting on the ground with a pale face.
"Eh...you're still here..." the man said in surprise.
The girl obviously realized that she heard something she shouldn't have heard. She hurriedly knelt down on the ground and said with a panicked expression: "Master, I...I didn't hear anything..."
"I... won't tell anyone, I won't..."
But at this moment, the man shook his head with regret on his face: "What a pity, I haven't tasted you yet."
"It's just right, then you can be a sacrifice to ask the oracle."
After he said this, the plump body stood up from the wooden chair and walked towards the girl with slow but dull steps. The girl was frightened and for a while, she kept begging the man for mercy with tears on her face.
But the man didn't pay attention. He just reached out and grabbed the girl's skirt like a chicken, lifted it up, and then slowly walked to the top floor of the attic with dull steps.
The girl's plea for mercy turned into a hoarse cry...
After a few breaths, it turned into screams of fear and wails of pain.
Then, at a certain moment, these sounds suddenly stopped and fell into deathly silence...