Upon hearing Mrs. Gu's name, the silly smile on Uncle Cui's face suddenly changed slightly.
"This girl..."
Before he finished speaking, at this moment, two blood moons suddenly glowed red in the sky.
Countless blood-red light pillars fell from the sky and fell towards every corner of the Jueling Realm.
And one of them landed outside Sanhe Fort almost right in front of their horrified eyes!
Uncle Cui's body trembled violently, his expression suddenly changed, and he yelled anxiously.
"Go find the girl and hide her in the house. She is not allowed to come out until she hears my uncle's voice!"
Xu Luo had never seen Uncle Cui look so anxious before, and he even rarely yelled at himself.
Knowing that the matter was urgent, he jumped towards the room without saying a word.
When he was about to enter, he turned his head and glanced.
I saw the green ox cart that I had personally placed, its whole body glowing with green light, and it rushed out of the side room on its own.
The cart happened to catch Uncle Cui who was falling from the sky, and rushed towards the gate without stopping.
Xu Luo couldn't help shouting.
"Uncle, be careful!"
Uncle Cui stood on the bullock cart, his short and thin body against the backdrop of the blood moon, but he looked as steady and tall as a mountain.
He didn't answer, just raised his hand towards Xu Luoyang, and the cart disappeared into the night.
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A few miles outside the city, in the remaining mountains of Anmo Mountain, there is a mass grave at the foot of the mountain.
This is also where Sanhe Village handles the corpses of those who died unjustly and who according to the rules are not allowed to enter the ancestral land of each family.
The shadowy tomb is looming in the bloody moonlight.
There was a faint sharp sound of wind, as if mourning and crying.
Dots of green fireflies danced happily in the air, drawing mysterious trajectories.
A grave mound in the southeast corner is overgrown with weeds. No one has taken care of it for I don’t know how many years. Only a dirt bag can be seen vaguely.
There is no tombstone in front of the grave, only a broken white lantern stuck straight on the grave.
The white paper wrapping the lantern was mostly broken due to wind and rain. There seemed to be some ink stains on it, but it was hard to see clearly.
Spots of mildew are printed on the small gray-black candle inside, which shows that it has obviously aged a long time.
Most of the thin brackets under the skin were exposed, but at this moment, under the light of the blood moon, they actually glowed with a frightening white light.
With a roar, the fireflies were splashed everywhere by the air waves, and the blood-colored light pillar fell from the sky, landing just on the lantern.
It's like fire from heaven suddenly coming, and like spring thunder bursting out.
The green fire that had just been splashed was fierce.
Then, as if they heard the rally call, they rushed towards the lantern.
There was a soft chisping sound, and the rich red light shrank violently toward the lantern, condensing into half a cluster of candlesticks that were as red as blood.
Countless green flames rushed toward the candle core, and the short gray-black candle suddenly ignited.
Drops of tear-like red liquid flowed silently from the lantern handle and soaked into the grave below.
As time goes by, the red candles become shorter and shorter.
However, the earth-like grave below suddenly cracked open with cracks, as if some terrifying beast was about to emerge from the grave.
The sharp sound of wind in the air became lower and lower, and became faint, just like a woman sobbing softly in the ear.
The ubiquitous chirping of birds and insects gradually became distorted and distorted, as if they were coming from an extremely distant place.
There was a low pop sound, and the white lantern suddenly expanded outward like a living thing.
At this moment, the entire mass grave completely lost all sound.
After a few breaths, there was a loud bang and the entire tomb exploded.
Amidst the splashing of mud, the world returned to normal.
A white figure stood blankly on the grave like a ghost.
And the lantern that caused all this was placed on top of the figure's head in shock.
The red candle seemed to be blooming with its final brilliance, and drops of red liquid spread rapidly on the white shirt like living things.
It's like a black and white ink painting with a bucket of red dye poured on it...
There was a soft popping sound, and the red candle extinguished its last remaining light.
The white figure had already become as if it had been fished out of a pool of blood.
It pulled out the burned lantern on its head like weeds, and the scalp even made a crisp tearing sound.
Some corrupted scraps of paper drew strange trajectories in the air, twisted and rolled, quickly stretched and lengthened, and finally grew heads and limbs, turning into paper figures, standing in front of the figure.
Under the bloody moonlight, the figure slowly raised its head.
Black hair slid down from both sides like silk, revealing a pale face with no features, quietly looking at the blood moon above.
After a while, the figure's face turned to the looming Sanhe Fort in the night, with two vague bytes floating in the night wind.
"Mom...it's so cold..."
Looking down from the sky, the entire Sanhe Fort layout looks like a tic-tac-toe shape.
Thanks to Uncle Cui's status as a half-exorcist, Xu Luo's courtyard also happens to be in the middle of the sentence.
This is also where all the important buildings of the entire village are located.
It is the residence of important figures such as the bell tower, the school, the Li Zheng, the traveling party, and the hunting team.
The bell tower enshrining the village guardian was brightly lit at this time.
A circle of thick-armed pine oil candles burned cracklingly, illuminating the second floor of the bell tower as brightly as day.
The bell tower can be regarded as the tallest building in Three Rivers Fort.
The lower floor is the ancestral hall and the treasurer of the fort. The walls upstairs are empty, except for a bronze bell that is as tall as one person hanging in the middle.
Usually few people come to this floor, but now it is packed with people.
Standing in the middle is a majestic middle-aged man with features as sharp as a knife. He is Jin Heyu, the patriarch of this generation of the Jin family. He is also the only exorcist of Sanhe Fort recognized and registered by the Exorcism Department.
He was tall, with a huge sword half as tall as a man wrapped in black cloth on his back.
Under the firelight, his expression was no longer as friendly as before, and looked a little dark and uncertain.
Next to him was Uncle Cui, who was thin and short.
Surrounding the two of them were all the members of the hunting team in the fort, all of whom were strong and powerful men.
It's a pity that everyone's expressions are a little ugly at this time.
"My lord, may I be sure where the red light just landed and how far it is from us?"
Jinheyu finally spoke, but the strange thing was that he spoke to the bronze bell in the middle.
The others didn't show any surprise, but looked at the bronze bell with concern.
The bronze bell rang softly, and an old face appeared on it silently, lifelike.
The old man first glanced at Jinhe Island, and then sighed.
"Old man Tian is the guardian of the village and is symbiotic with the entire village and fort. Naturally, he has some whims for changes in the Qi of various places.
But it is only limited to the village and fort.
I can only guarantee that so far, the bloody light has not fallen into the village fortress.
However, the old man has become increasingly uneasy in recent days. If it was just an ordinary weird thing, it would never be this far.
I'm just afraid, I'm afraid, that red clothed guy is back again...
Heyu, has the request for help from Moshui County been sent out?"
"I used the message talisman sent back by Wu Lian. She must have received the message by this time. If nothing unexpected happens, she is probably on her way here!"
The old man's state was a bit strange. It seemed that even speaking was taking a lot of effort, and his voice became smaller and smaller. Until he saw Jinheyu nodding affirmatively, his wry smile finally couldn't hold on, and disappeared from the bronze bell.