Chapter 4 Three Pillars of Fragrance, Offering a Sacrifice to the God of Plague
The night is like splashing ink, everything is silent.
In less than half an hour, all the children who escaped from the dog hole were caught.
It's just that all of them were beaten with a whip by the acne man, and their skin was torn apart, which was horrible to look at.
In the absence of the village chief, this guy's cruelty has no restraint.
At this moment, they could only huddle in the corner of the courtyard, enduring the pain, even breathing cautiously...
As for the rest, they can't do anything.
"From now on, they will be all handed over to you. If anyone dares to disobey and wants to run away, use this to beat him to death!"
The acne man threw his whip to the dog boy.
Even though there was still flesh and blood left on it, Gouwa still held it in his hands like a treasure.
"This is a reward for you."
The acne man gave the dog boy another half bowl of porridge, but this time he didn't hand it to the dog boy directly, but placed it next to the dog's hole and looked at the dog boy with a strange smile on his face.
Gouwa is a "sensible" person. He quickly crawled to the ground on all fours, then stuck out his tongue to lick the porridge like a dog.
But even so, the sound of Gouwa licking rice soup still made some people jealous.
So hungry, really so hungry...
What's more, there are still a few pieces of porridge oil floating on the half bowl of white porridge!
Looking at the dog boy's appearance, the acne man laughed, and the sores on his face began to ooze pus again, "Hahaha, since you want to be a dog, you have to be a dog well, you know?"
Dog Boy: "I'm sure, I'm Uncle Gong's most loyal dog, woof woof woof!"
"The village chief has a kind heart, but I, Gong Shan, don't have one. Now that the plague is spreading across the country and we are hungry, it is imperative to offer sacrifices to the God of Plague! If you dare to run away again, don't blame me for killing you!" After leaving these words,
Gong Shan left.
Jiang Wuji, who was sitting in the corner, watched all this and felt more and more that his dream was outrageous.
It is said that dreams can reflect a person's psychology.
So what does my dream mean?
Could it be that I'm a pervert?
Impossible, I am at most an LSP.
"..."
After a while, the dog licked the porridge clean.
And for everything Gou Wa has done, no one dares to settle the score with him.
Now that Gouwa has a whip in his hand, and he is Gong Shan's dog, the truth of what happened at night is no longer important...
While patting the dust on his body, Gouwa said: "Don't blame me, people die for money and birds die for food. If you want to blame, you can only blame yourselves. Who makes you really want to run away?"
Gou Wa glanced at Jiang Wuji, then glanced at those people who had not entered the dog hole just now, and then stopped talking.
The small courtyard fell into dead silence again.
only……
The smell of blood is stronger.
The darkness of the night is also deeper.
…
At dawn, Jiang Zhiyu woke up, but his complexion was still very poor.
Those scabs on the body can tear if not careful.
Jiang Wuji, on the other hand, recovered much faster than his sister.
"Brother, you should also take a nap..."
Seeing Jiang Wuji's bloodshot eyes, Jiang Zhiyu endured the pain and moved his body, trying to make room.
"No, it's dawn, the sacrifices should start soon." Jiang Wuji glanced at the white fish belly on the horizon and said.
"correct."
Jiang Wuji glanced at the yard, then whispered in his sister's ear: "Where were you then?"
"At that time? What time?" Jiang Zhiyu didn't understand.
Jiang Wuji: "Didn't we encounter something red and white when we ran to the entrance of the village? I was put into a sedan, what about you?"
Jiang Zhiyu: "What, what's the matter?...Brother, you're not suffering from hysteria again, are you? Didn't we meet the village chief and others when we ran to the entrance of the village?"
"???"
Jiang Wuji's face was covered with question marks in big letters.
Is there a bug in this dream?
Why doesn't my sister know?
Just when Jiang Wuji was surprised, the courtyard door was kicked open with a "clang" sound.
Gong Shan strode in and shouted: "The sacrifice is about to begin, everyone, get up!"
"Get up, get up!"
Gouwa raised his whip and hit several people who had not yet woken up, making a harsh sound.
…
The sky is gray and there is little mist.
Like zombies, everyone followed the acne man to the outside of a small house in the back mountain.
The originally lush plants in the back mountain have long since died.
Looking around, one can see desolation and ruins.
At this time, in addition to Jiang Wuji and his dozen or so children, there were hundreds of villagers gathered.
Some of them have sores on their faces, some have sparse hair, some are drooling, and some are constantly scratching their skin...
There are very few normal ones.
However, two words can be clearly seen on their faces.
——Piety.
Even the eyes of his companions who were originally empty were flashing with strange light at this time.
Only then did Jiang Wuji understand that they just didn't want to be sacrifices, rather than objecting to sacrifices...
In other words, as long as the god of plague is sent away, their lives will get better again.
They all want to send the God of Plague away!
"Kneel down~"
A strange tone suddenly sounded.
Everyone knelt down one after another.
As the crowd subsided, Jiang Wuji saw the village chief standing outside the wooden house.
The skinny village chief was now wearing a dirty Taoist robe and a wooden mask on his face.
He held the sword in one hand, danced, and muttered words, but Jiang Wuji couldn't hear clearly.
Jiang Wuji's attention at this time was on the table outside the door of the hut.
On the table, there was a rotten bull head full of maggots and a horse head with only white bones left, which was very strange.
After a long while, the village chief suddenly raised his voice and made a sharp voice: "Send off to the gods~"
The two children who were selected last night were dragged out with their clothes tied, and the rags stuffed in their mouths made them choke.
Under the pious eyes, they were locked into the small room.
The village chief held three pillars of incense in his hand, knelt on the ground and shouted: "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, do not touch any evil~!"
The villagers lowered their heads and closed their eyes, looking pious.
Jiang Wuji wanted to see what would happen next, but somehow he lowered his head and closed his eyes like everyone else.
"Damn it! My body won't obey my control again!" Jiang Wuji cursed in his heart.
Not long after, a miserable sound suddenly came from the direction of the hut.
"Ghost! Ghost!"
"Don't! Don't come here!"
"Don't eat me! Don't eat me!!"
"Help!"
"ah!"
"ah!!!"
Screams, hysterically.
But soon, it was replaced by another voice.
It was a mouth-watering gnawing sound...
Ghost? Plague god? Cannibal?
Jiang Wuji's brows had furrowed into the character "Chuan".
He wanted to open his eyes and take a look, but he couldn't control his body.
And just then.
"Zhiqua——"
The door opened.
Immediately afterwards, a strong smell of blood began to spread.
Along with it, there is an indescribable aura...it seems like...despair? Darkness?
All in all, it was very uncomfortable and depressing.
Just when Jiang Wuji tried his best to open his eyes and see what was going on outside, suddenly two cold breaths fell on his face.
In an instant, my hair stood on end!
At this moment, Jiang Wuji felt as if there was someone squatting in front of him, with his face close to his! Staring at him!
This cold breath is just two breaths!
But, how could the breath of a living person be so cold?
And there is a pungent rancid smell!
Could it be...not a human being? But...a god of plague?!
I still can't open my eyes!
It's like having a nightmare!
Suddenly, Jiang Wuji thought of something.
From drawing lots, drilling a dog hole, to now...
Whenever you are unable to control your body, you seem to be helping yourself avoid some unknown dangers!
When he thought of this, Jiang Wuji no longer resisted his body and completely gave up the idea of opening his eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but the cold breath finally disappeared, but my legs also became numb.
After a while, the village chief shouted.
"Farewell to the God of Plague——"
With this sharp and harsh sound, Jiang Wuji could feel the control of his body returning.
And at this moment, something suddenly pressed on the shoulder!
It looks like a hand, but I can't feel the fingers.
Jiang Wuji subconsciously opened his eyes, but his mind suddenly fell into a trance.
Under the circles of light, there seemed to be a twisted black shadow.
But before he could see clearly, Jiang Wuji woke up from the bed again!
