Chapter 1 Miasma and epidemics, red and white tricks
In a secluded corner, miasma and epidemics flow across the place, and the dead servants are invincible.
Nothing was seen, and the bones were covered with bones. Those who survived sacrificed their children to the gods.
Hope and pray for peace.
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"Brother, why are you standing still! Run!" The girl's anxious voice came to my ears.
The dusk is vast and lonely.
The road paved with bluestones was cracked everywhere, and the weeds growing out of the cracks in the stones were withered and black.
There was no one on the street, and there was an eerie silence.
Jiang Wuji looked at everything around him in disbelief, "Am I... traveling through time?!"
"Brother, don't get hysterical now! Run quickly, or they will catch up!"
A haggard-looking girl in ragged clothes was looking at him, her eyes red with urgency.
"Who? Who are they?"
As soon as Jiang Wuji asked this question, a bunch of memories forced their way into his mind.
Dali Dynasty, Dejing thirteenth year.
The imperial court is corrupt, the country's fortunes are sluggish, natural and man-made disasters have occurred, and the people are in dire straits.
An epidemic broke out in Qingyu Village, and the river was filled with corpses. Those who survived were starved, and their lives were hanging by a thread.
Until not long ago, the village chief, who was a Taoist priest and returned to secular life, thought of a way - to offer sacrifices to the God of Plague!
There is a sacrifice every seven days, and the sacrifice is full at the end of the fourth and ninth days. When the sacrifice is full, it is sent to the gods, and the filth is removed and the new is made.
The village chief said that a living sacrifice must be made to send the plague god away, but now that all the livestock in the village are dead, there is no living thing to sacrifice.
Therefore, these children who lost the protection of their parents naturally became sacrifices...
"Good guy, thank you for the invitation. In ancient times, people were treated as sacrifices at the beginning?" Jiang Wuji couldn't help but complain.
"Feudal superstition kills people..."
Seeing Jiang Wuji talking crazy words for no reason, the girl shouted anxiously: "Jiang Wuji! Run!!!"
The girl's name is Jiang Zhiyu, and she is Jiang Wuji's cousin.
Jiang Wuji reacted and immediately grabbed his sister's hand and shouted: "Run!"
The brother and sister shuttled through the dead Qingyu Village, getting closer and closer to the village entrance.
Although this start is a bit like a nightmare mode, Jiang Wuji is not very panic now.
As we all know, it is not easy for people who have both parents died, let alone a younger sister!
As a time traveler, it’s not too much to wake up a cheat at once, right?
However, when the two of them arrived at the entrance of the village, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.
It's dusk, and the wind is blowing from the plains.
I don’t know when the fog has settled outside the village.
In the mist, there is a faint hint of bright red.
After a while, a group of people walked out of the fog.
Wearing top hats and red robes, they walked toward the village carrying a large sedan chair.
On the sign held high, there are two large gilt characters, with dragons and phoenixes dancing.
——Welcome!
"Everyone in the village is almost dead, but there are still people holding weddings? Who can be so elegant..." Jiang Wuji was a little confused.
The gongs and drums are noisy, and the suona is piercing.
The whirling figures were getting closer and closer, and the hysterical cries mixed with the sound of gongs and drums became increasingly clear!
Jiang Wuji looked more and more confused.
It was obviously a happy event covered in red and colorful colors, but everyone was crying and wailing.
"Why do you cry like your parents died during a wedding?" Jiang Wuji was about to complain, but he took a closer look!
These people have sharp mouths and monkey cheeks, ugly facial features, and their every step is trembling, which is very weird.
And each one of them... actually walked on tiptoes!
Jiang Wuji suddenly woke up!
"Something's wrong! Go back and hide first!"
Jiang Wuji made a quick decision, pulled his sister and walked back.
However, after turning his head for only three or two steps, Jiang Wuji suddenly stopped!
Because there is also a group of people behind!
They pulled cloth and hemp, dressed in plain clothes, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the village.
Someone at the front was holding a soul-calling banner with a line of words embroidered on it.
——Catch the soul and lead the spirit to become an immortal!
White paper money was flying all over the sky, and the bright red coffin in the queue was particularly dazzling.
What is outrageous is that the group of mourners were whispering to each other, smiling happily, and even burst out laughing from time to time!
Suddenly, Jiang Wuji felt an indescribable feeling of horror!
Crying at a wedding? Laughing at a funeral?
Grandma Li Ke opened the door for Li Bu, Li Bu was home!
Accompanied by gusts of cold wind, the cries of welcoming brides and the laughter of mourning blend together, making people feel numb!
When things go wrong, there must be monsters. They say that the country's fortunes are sluggish and evil spirits are rampant...
Could it be possible that this clear sky and white sun have really seen a ghost?
"System, Goldfinger, Grandpa... come out quickly!"
"If you don't come out, I'll take you away!" Jiang Wuji shouted anxiously.
However, there was no movement.
There is no system, I have no system!
Just when Jiang Wuji was surprised, the wedding team and the funeral team shrank to an inch, and they arrived in the blink of an eye!
"Brother! Run!"
At this moment, the thin Jiang Zhiyu actually rushed forward to stop the wedding team!
Without waiting for a reaction, the red sedan chair and the bright red coffin crashed into the two of them at the same time!
"Bang!"
The world was spinning for a while, and when Jiang Wuji opened his eyes again, he found that he had actually appeared in the sedan chair!
The inside of the sedan was as red as blood, and the narrow space was filled with the disgusting smell of blood!
There were cries and laughter outside, which was strange and permeating.
The "squeaking" sound of the sedan being carried is like an impermanent ghost, seducing people and threatening their lives!
As for my sister Jiang Zhiyu, she has disappeared!
"Little fish! Little fish!"
Jiang Wuji screamed twice and pulled hard on the sedan curtain, but to no avail.
But at this moment, there was a strange sound suddenly coming from underneath him.
"Dong dong dong!"
When I looked down, I saw the big red coffin underneath me!
For a moment, Jiang Wuji felt his scalp was numb and his hands and feet were cold!
The sedan chair was actually stacked on top of the coffin?!
"Dong dong dong!" The dull knocking sound came from the coffin again.
Jiang Wuji, who had regained his composure, suddenly thought: "I'm in a sedan chair, and what's in the coffin...could it be a small fish?!"
Although it was freezing, there was no time to hesitate.
Jiang Wuji took out the dagger from his waist and struck at the coffin lid!
Sawdust was flying around, accompanied by brown liquid.
Fortunately, the coffin lid was very thin and it was cut through in just a few strokes!
"Little fish!"
"Little fish!" Jiang Wuji's eyes were about to burst.
There is indeed a person lying in the coffin.
A woman with a phoenix crown and a beautiful woman!
The wedding dress is exquisite and surrounded by green beads, which makes people think of Shili Hongzhuang.
But for some reason, Jiang Wuji always felt that she would sit up suddenly.
"Xiaoyu? Yes, is it you?"
Jiang Wuji shouted several times, but received no response.
“I can’t control that much anymore!”
Jiang Wuji was distraught and stretched out his hand, preparing to lift the red hijab to see if it was a small fish.
However, the moment it touched the red hijab, the sedan chair suddenly started to bleed!
When he came back to his senses, a pair of hands had already pinched him!
"Ugh!" An indescribable coldness spread across his neck.
As the loose sleeves of the robe slipped down, Jiang Wuji saw pale skin and patches of corpse spots!
At the same time, dark red and black nails pierced the neck and penetrated into the flesh.
"Well!……"
His eyes rolled white, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more serious.
Jiang Wuji struggled desperately, scratched and tore off the red hijab on the woman's head!
But before he could see the woman's appearance clearly, his mind went blank.
With a strong falling feeling, Jiang Wuji suddenly woke up from the bed!
"Huhuhu..."
The old electric fan on the ceiling was spinning rapidly.
Computer, wardrobe...the cramped room comes into view.
The TV is playing a news.
"This afternoon, a sudden red light appeared in the sky in our city, sparking heated discussions on the Internet. According to expert investigation and analysis, it is a natural phenomenon caused by the red light on the fishing boat, refracted and scattered by water vapor..."
Jiang Wuji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
