The sun is shining brightly today, but there is a dark cloud drifting towards us in the distance.
Further north from Beishan is a large forest.
There is a path in the woods.
Walk a few hundred meters along the path and you will find a large open space.
At the northernmost edge of the clearing is a windmill.
A windmill three hundred meters high.
The four huge fan blades on the windmill are not turning.
In the square in front of the windmill, hundreds of people were kneeling on the ground praying.
The leader was a white-haired woman who looked to be in her twenties.
If Wang Quan were here, he would find that she looks very similar to Feng Ajiu.
When the village chief and his companions came back, it happened to be in the middle of the three daily worship services.
Several people soon joined the worship procession.
When the service was over, everyone dispersed, and only four people remained.
In addition to the white-haired woman and the village chief, there was also a sturdy old man about two meters tall and an ordinary middle-aged man.
"High Priest." The village chief bowed and said, "Everything is normal in the village, but the outsiders are very vigilant. I was afraid of alerting others, so I didn't alert them."
The old man, the previous village chief Feng Sixi, frowned, "But one of them has already died..."
Sacrifice requires separate blood sacrifices for different people in accordance with regulations.
There are no such people in their village, so they need the lives of outsiders.
It failed sixteen years ago because of this.
According to the requirements, they must sacrifice blood to "students", "virgins", "virgins", "good people" and "elders" in order.
By following this sequence, the high priest can summon the god in his body, and then it can be possessed by the next high priest through his bloodline.
Originally, Cheng Weihua and his party were the sacrifices they chose, but now that the "elder" is dead, what should they do?
Feng Sixi scratched his head, "So who the hell did it?"
He looked at the village chief.
The village chief waved his hand, "Don't look at me, you know me, and I'm not responsible for the security department in the village."
Feng Sixi looked at his son Feng Shuangliu.
Feng Shuangliu glared, "Don't look at me! Dad knows how to press Xiaoliuzi, but I've been here at the altar and in the mountains these past few days. I don't know what's going on in the village!"
The high priest didn't look at them, he was already kneeling and praying silently with his eyes closed.
The three of them looked at each other.
After a while, Feng Sixi asked: "Has the old man's body been found?"
"Found it." Feng Shuangliu's eyes were a little frightened, "The scene was extremely cruel, and the old man was everywhere."
"..."
All over the floor...these four words make people feel bad.
The village chief scratched his head. He always felt itchy. "Could it be that those outsiders were fighting among themselves? I didn't see any reaction from them after the old man disappeared."
Feng Sixi asked: "What's going on with those foreigners? Are there people with such cruel methods?"
"Three young people, two boys and one girl. The girl is clean and has nothing to do with the other boys. One of the two boys is obviously a student, and the other looks lifeless.
"There is also a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looks ordinary. But except for lunch on the first day, he has never been out of the hut since then. Others have brought food back to him.
We didn't keep an eye on him for fear of alerting others."
Feng Shuangliu glared, "Isn't there a pretty boy in a dress? Why don't you say anything?"
"There is another person? Then there are still five people." Feng Sixi looked at the village chief, "What about the young man? If he didn't come with the others...could it be that he killed the old man?"
"It can't be him."
The village chief gave a thumbs up, "He has a beautiful temperament, a peerless appearance, a family-oriented personality, and is gentle and considerate. However, he has two shortcomings. One is that he is too handsome, and the other is that he has nothing but advantages."
Feng Sixi: "..."
Feng Shuangliu: "..."
What kind of person are you talking about?
No, how could there be such a person in this world?
"So you mean he didn't kill the person?"
"Absolutely impossible! He is kind-hearted and can't even bear to kill a chicken. How could he kill someone? And he also used such a cruel method of killing people."
Feng Sixi's eyes lit up, "Aren't the sacrifices gathered together again?
"You see, since the old man is dead, the middle-aged 'good man' with thick eyebrows and big eyes is the oldest, and he can become the 'elder'. The position of 'good man' is reserved for this...
The flawless kind stranger is well.
"You said he is so perfect, then God will definitely be happy after receiving this sacrifice."
As for the murderer...
A person who can't even bear to kill a chicken, could he be the person who treats people like dozens of dollars?
It must be impossible!
"I seem to hear someone saying I'm handsome?"
"who?!"
The three of them suddenly looked back.
I saw the wooden planks covering the tunnel not far away being lifted, and then...
White hair probe.
Then the white hair shrank back again.
The three of them looked at each other.
Feng Shuangliu was confused, "Is this Ajiu?"
Feng Sixi was puzzled, "But what I heard just now was a man's voice."
The village chief sighed, "He's here."
The Feng family father and son turned around at the same time, "Who is coming?"
"With such a magnetic and masculine voice, who else can there be besides him?" The village chief said, "It's the 'good man'."
"Okay, I heard you praise me so much. I won't blow your head off this time."
As the sound rang out, a figure jumped out from the tunnel entrance.
There were also the cart and two boxes he brought up.
A little white-haired village girl crawled out from behind.
The moment the two people climbed out, dozens of burly men walked out from the surrounding jungle, and then slowly surrounded the two people.
Feng Sixi glared at the village chief, "Is this what you call foolproof?"
The village chief was speechless and speechless.
Feng Shuangliu touched his chin, looked Wang Quan up and down, and murmured: "Yushu Linfeng, with extraordinary temperament, peerless appearance, family-oriented personality, gentle and considerate? I really didn't see it..."
"I asked Ajiu to bring him here."
The gentle voice of the high priest sounded.
She finally finished her prayer, turned around, and looked at Ajiu with very gentle eyes, "Ajiu, come here."
Ajiu didn't move, she just pulled Wang Quan's sleeve.
Wang Quan lowered his head and met Ajiu's calm eyes, "Brother, do you believe me?"
"You are not talking nonsense." Wang Quan rubbed his white hair angrily, "If I don't believe my own people, how can I still believe strangers?"
If you trust, trust 100%.
This is Wang Quan's life principle.
Even if you believe the wrong person, you can only blame yourself for not knowing the person well.
At worst, just hack the opponent to death.
He has absolute confidence in the power of the ghost bride who relies on him.
As long as their god has not been released, he will be invincible!
"Well, so I didn't lie to my brother to come here."
She took a step back and put her head on Wang Quan's back, "Brother, if you can...please use violence against them for my sake."
"Ha..." Wang Quan chuckled and took out his hand ax, "Isn't this already decided?"
His eyes were scarlet, his face was smiling, and he exuded a dangerous aura.
Feng Shuangliu swallowed and murmured: "Village chief, is this what you mean by being kind-hearted and not even having the heart to kill a chicken?"