Chapter 4 Try to understand the reason for the abnormal omens
The bamboo windows were open, allowing ventilation on all sides. Barei sat high on a beautiful tiger-skin chair, looking at himself, and had a panoramic view of the actions of the tribesmen outside the building.
He likes this feeling of condescension.
Barei glanced at the subordinate Zhiyou. The ninety-nine-year-old old witch priest was sitting at the edge of the banquet. He wore a thorn crown on his head and animal teeth on his neck. He was wearing the traditional black-edged red-bottomed sacrificial robe of the witch tribe, which was fully embroidered.
The ancient characters are in the shape of bird and fish. It has probably not been worn for a long time. The sacrificial robe is a little wrinkled and exudes a dusty and decaying smell.
This old guy is such an eyesore! Barre knocked on the armrest in disgust, turned his head away, and smiled, the dense wrinkles on his face getting tighter.
Barei suddenly frowned: "Master Ge, that melon boy is here to cause trouble again?" Far away, he could hear Zhi Shouzhen's eloquent talk.
"I must have heard that Master Wuwu is setting up a bar." Zhiyou looked at Barley's expression and said hesitantly, "Karry is not young anymore. Should these strange things that have happened in the village recently be explained to him?
Does he know?"
Barre's thick eyebrows raised: "What does he know? It's useless!" He leaned forward and stared at the source with a stern look, "It's enough to feed him good food and drink.
People, you have to be content! Isn’t that right, Master Wuji?”
The corner of Zhiyou's mouth twitched slightly and he lowered his gaze. In the past few years, Barre has been weakening the role of witch festivals. Even the routine ritual sacrifice to heaven every spring has been cancelled.
Ba Lang stepped up the bamboo ladder, Da La La passed by Zhi You, and whispered a few words into Ba Lei's ear.
Zhiyou silently tightened the hem of his robe, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes. Zhiye was not stupid, how could he pick up a white-eyed wolf?
"How wonderful! I didn't expect that the annual banquet in the Dajin Palace would last for ten days and ten nights, with thousands of people ringing bells and playing music together. If I have the chance, I must go and have a good time! By the way, I also heard the salesman say that Dajin
The cloud silk produced in Chu is light and soft, and will glow at night, is it true?" Zhi Shouzhen and Wang Ziqiao entered side by side, still chatting and laughing.
"The cloud silk shines because it is mixed with the silk of a luminous spider..." Prince Qiao was explaining. Zhikarizhen had already abandoned him, rushed to the table, grabbed the red-oiled pork knuckle on the plate, and started chewing.
Li said vaguely: "Uncle Lei, you are so mean. You have prepared so many food and drinks and you don't even call me. It's all for free."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Barre scolded Zhikarizhen, stepped down from the tiger leather chair, picked up the bamboo tube on the wine table, and paid respect to Prince Qiao Xiangan.
The table has been set out long ago. The wine is home-brewed rice wine, milky white in color, slightly turbid, and filled with green bamboo tubes. The dishes are mainly meat: Braised Bamboo Chicken with Bamboo Shoots, Spicy Fried Muntjac Legs, Steamed Leopard
Fetus, stewed bear paws with green onions... There is a pig hanging on the hanging stove in the middle. The skin is roasted to a golden color, sizzling with oil, and exuding a rich aroma.
"I am the shaman priest Zhiyu of my clan. I would like to propose a toast to you." Zhiyou straightened up and raised his bamboo tube to greet Wang Ziqiao. "I caught a cold yesterday and felt unwell, so I couldn't go to greet you. I hope you will forgive me, sir.
"
Zhikarizhen threw away the pork knuckle, licked the sauce on his fingers, and said casually: "Old uncle is sick? This is strange. You are a shaman. You are the best at treating diseases and medicine. A little cold can hardly stop you? Yesterday afternoon
, I also saw Widow Wang sneaking out of your room. Tsk tsk, don’t tell me, Widow Wang’s small waist is twisted quite well. “Weak willow supports the wind, swaying gracefully.” Wang Ziqiao, you are like this over there
That’s what you said?”
Zhiyou's old face twitched, and Barre felt quite unhappy. It would not look good if he and Zhiyou were fighting for power in the eyes of outsiders. "The Immortal is such a bastard!" they both cursed in their hearts.
"You're welcome to the witch priest." Wang Ziqiao raised a glass to greet him. His wide sleeves covered the bamboo tube. He quickly dipped the jade finger on his index finger into the rice wine. The finger was green and clear without changing color. He finished the drink slowly and turned it upside down to empty it.
bamboo tube to signal to everyone.
"Sir, you are so heroic!" Barei laughed, and Zhiyou also smiled with kind eyes. Zhi Shouzhen thought to himself, "The wind moves the thin waist and dances on the palms, and the autumn waves flow in the water." He caressed his palms and thought about it, enjoying himself.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, everyone was talking more and more. Zhi Shou was so drunk that his cheeks turned red and his clear eyes were a little dazed.
Wang Ziqiao's heart moved, he put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "How can such a wonderful banquet not be accompanied by beauty?"
Barei was stunned for a moment, then said: "Ba Lang, ask some women to come up and serve you sir."
"No need to go to such trouble." Prince Qiao Guang shook his sleeves, dropped a few pieces of talisman paper, and asked for a pair of scissors. With three strokes, he cut out the talisman paper to look like a woman. "Go!" He gently touched the paper cut.
Blowing, the thin paper expanded rapidly, turning into four lively beauties with red lips and white teeth, smiling coquettishly and shaking their sleeves, spinning around the crowd, singing and dancing.
"It's just a little trick to help people get drunk." Prince Qiao poured some wine and secretly observed everyone.
Ba Lei opened his mouth wide and screamed repeatedly, but his body sat as steady as a mountain. Ba Lang held the handle of the knife and stood behind him, like an alert wolf dog. Zhi You had a smile on his face and his eyes wandered. Zhi Qiu Zhenjiu was in high spirits.
In the sound, open the bamboo tubes one by one, hit the tube with chopsticks, the rice wine sways frequently, making a consistent "ding-dong" sound.
They don't look like oil-saving lamps. Wang Ziqiao turned his eyes and embraced a beauty with a smile: "I listened to the young patriarch's poem last night, and I was filled with emotions. Life is too short, so it's better to enjoy yourself in time. Come, come, come,
Everyone, there is a beauty by your side, don’t let this wonderful spring time live.”
The women giggled and threw themselves into the arms of Barre and the others. If Barre made a wrong step, he would stop him. Barre waved his hand, picked up the woman, pinched her towering breasts, and said curiously: "It's true.
Yes!"
"Lord Ji Wu is also a romantic figure!" Wang Ziqiao slapped the table and said with a smile. As long as the Fuhua woman comes into contact with people's skin, he will have a reaction. Barre's essence and blood are strong, and the turbid energy is vigorously released. This is the path of pure martial arts.
, there will be no lies.
Another talisman clung to Zhiyou. The old witch's Qi and blood were weak, and the turbidity in his meridians was pitiful. He should have practiced body refining, but it was far inferior to Barre. Huh? Prince Qiao felt a shiver in his heart, and he was thinking about Zhiyou.
There is actually an inexplicable breath hidden deep in the inner organs, quietly traveling around, circulating in the heart, exuding a strange vitality.
This breath... Wang Ziqiao's eyes turned to Zhiyou, could it be Zhuyou's forbidden spell?
"Beauty, come on, come and have a drink!" Zhikarizhen stood up on his own initiative, holding the bamboo tube precariously towards the talisman. Just as the two sides were about to touch, "poof" Zhikarizhen's hand shook, and the bamboo tube tilted.
The rice wine suddenly spilled out, splashing all over the talisman.
The beauty's limbs stiffened, like a deflated rubber ball, which slowly shrank and turned into a naked paper-cut.
"Beauty? Where's the beauty? Wang Ziqiao, what's going on?" Zhikarizhen looked around with a confused expression while holding half a bottle of wine.
Prince Qiao looked at him intently and suddenly smiled: "They were originally paper figures. How can they be used again after being soaked in water?" He shook his robe sleeves, and the other three beauties also fell into paper.
"I've had enough wine, and I'm in high spirits. Let's get down to business, Young Patriarch, Wu Wu, and Wu Ji. The nobles invited me here with great courtesy. What's the reason?" Wang Ziqiao asked.
"Business? What's the business? I'm not interested." Zhiqiu Zhenzhen sat down without interest, burped, and just immersed himself in eating and drinking.
Barre and Zhiyou looked at each other, and Barre put down the bottle of wine: "Zhiyou, the first thing that happened to you was you. You know best. Tell it to your husband yourself."
"That was a year ago." Zhiyou pondered for a moment and said slowly: "On the night of the first day of October, Uncle Zhibao in the village died. Uncle Bao was over one hundred and seventy years old, so he was considered dead.
It's not surprising that he died of his old age. According to the rules of the clan, the dead must be cremated. But when everyone piled up the firewood, Uncle Bao's body was gone and could not be found anywhere."
"There is such a thing, how come I don't know about it?" Zikari raised his head drunkenly.
Ba Lang snorted: "You were drunk and sleeping like a dead pig. What else could you know?"
"Such a thing has never happened in the clan. I felt a little uneasy, but I also thought that maybe some melon boy was deliberately playing tricks on people." Zhiyou paused and continued, "In the middle of the night, there was lightning and thunder, and it started to rain.
There was a heavy rain, and I was awakened by the thunder. Suddenly, suddenly——"
He widened his cloudy eyes and hissed: "I actually saw Uncle Bao! His face was pressed against the bamboo window, staring straight at me."
Zhiyou slowly turned his head and looked out the window, as if the face was still facing him. Everyone was silent, Barre's face was solemn, and his fists clenched.
Zhiyou calmed down and continued: "I screamed, 'Uncle Bao! Is it you!' He nodded to me and said nothing. I quickly got out of bed and just took the exorcism powder, but Uncle Bao disappeared.
I chased out and saw two rows of crooked footprints on the mud. They belonged to Uncle Bao. He was tall and his feet were much bigger than others. I called for help and followed the footprints until I reached the top of the slope.
The altar. I saw Uncle Bao lying with his limbs spread out on the altar, motionless."
A trace of panic flashed in Zhiyou's eyes: "The altar is full of blood, it's Uncle Bao's own blood! His body was deflated and all the blood was drained!"
A gust of autumn wind whimpered through the bamboo window, bringing waves of chill. Zhi Shou shivered: "It's a corpse!"
"If it was a fake corpse, how could all the blood be shed?" Zhiyou shook his head, "Since then, strange things have happened one after another in the village. At the end of the year, the pigs in Ba Meizi's family died suddenly overnight, and their skin and flesh were as dry as paper.
But there was not even a drop of blood. At the beginning of spring this year, a group of tribesmen went out hunting, but no news was heard. Later, their heads were accidentally dug up in the fields. In early August, a tribesman mysteriously drowned in a manure pit, and maggots continued to flow.
The ground crawled out of his nostrils..."
He spoke very slowly, and his voice was dry and hoarse, making people's spine feel hoarse.
"Last month, something strange happened to me." Ba Lang looked at Barre, who nodded. Ba Lang suddenly pulled off his short coat, revealing his furry chest.
Dense bright red blood bubbles are distributed on the chest, trembling slightly, forming a strange human head pattern. The human head has an old face, a sly smile, and long eyebrows that hang down to the corners of the mouth.
"This is Uncle Bao's face!" Ba Lang said sternly, "I squeezed out the blood blisters, and they grew back. If I squeeze them out again, they grow again! I've also seen the witch priest, and I've used all kinds of medicine, but it just doesn't work!"
"Possessed, this must be evil!" Zhikarizhen got up in panic and knocked over the table. "Plop!" An unopened bottle of rice wine fell down, the bamboo stopper slipped out, and the wine gurgled out.
Everyone was shocked. Wang Ziqiao stared at the flowing wine quietly. It was dark red in color and had a pungent smell. This was not rice wine, it was clearly scarlet blood!