Xin Zihao said: "It says there were hundreds of live animals, blood rain fell from the sky, and it entered the Chishui River. You can see the Valley of the Wind."
Wang Quan raised his eyebrows and said: "Kill a hundred people and then rain blood from the sky? Isn't that already done?"
He picked up the ax in one hand and dropped it with the other. A hundred corpses had already chopped enough.
And there were also the dozens of cerebral palsy believers who were slaughtered behind Beishan.
It was indeed raining blood from the sky.
So here comes the question...
"Where is Chishui? It can't be the Chishui River that crosses Chishui four times."
Xin Zihao scratched his head, "Well... I think it may refer to the red river."
red river...
Wang Quan rubbed his chin, "It's raining blood from the sky... If this village can talk about rivers, let's just have that one."
After that, he turned around and left.
"Wait a minute!" Cheng Weihua stopped him, "Let's hear about the sacrifice first. You can't just rush in like that."
Wang Quan stopped, turned around, his face was calm, his eyes were scarlet, and he said nothing.
Xin Zihao's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he quickly ran inside, picked up the third volume of letters, and started reading.
Then there are volumes four and five.
He basically brushed it off.
Later, it was changed to thread-bound ancient books.
It took a total of twenty minutes, and he had probably read two-thirds of the content.
Without waiting for anyone else to ask questions, he immediately began to explain:
"I have roughly figured out the matter. The crux of this village is the curse of the immortal bloodline.
"Wang Mang ate the flesh and blood of immortals and thus became immortal. Later, after he was cut into pieces, his head was collected by the royal family of all generations until the Luoyang arsenal was burned in a fire during the reign of Emperor Hui of Jin Dynasty, and then it was burned. If Wang Mang really had his head at that time,
If it is burned, maybe flame is the way to restrain this immortal body.
"After all, if that immortal god is really the wind, and the wind helps the fire, then it doesn't sound like there is any problem if the fire restrains the wind.
"Anyway, the Queen of Xiaoping and Wang Yan who led the people to establish Fenggu Village later found that she and her daughter were also cursed because of their father, and their hair was white.
"later......"
He looked up at Wang Quan and didn't dare to say anything.
Wang Quan looked calm, "What happened next?"
Xin Zihao’s eyes couldn’t bear it, but he still said:
"Later, she wanted to break the curse, so she sacrificed her daughter to the gods to atone for her sins. After that, she established the Feng family according to the surname of her daughter's wet nurse, and at the same time founded a sect. From then on, she became the head of each generation of families until now."
Wang Quan narrowed his eyes, "You mean she lived for more than two thousand years?"
"Strictly speaking, it's not written in the book. It's all the guesses of village chiefs in the past." Xin Zihao explained, "Because according to the book, the high priests of each generation will indeed grow old. If they are really immortal, then
It doesn't make sense.
"And since Wang Mang can solve the problem by quartering and burning, there's no reason why she doesn't know about it. If she really wants to get rid of the curse, she can just burn herself to death.
"The reason why the village chiefs of all generations made such speculations is mainly because all the heads of the Feng family are female, and a white-haired girl happens to be born every two generations, and they all look very similar."
Wang Quan's mind was incredibly clear at this moment.
He thought intuitively for a moment, nodded and said: "I roughly understand the situation, so just use fire to deal with her, right?"
"Not necessarily, I'm just saying it's possible."
"Okay, that's it, let's go."
Wang Quan took the lead in pulling the cart, and Cheng Weihua and others followed behind with weapons in hand. The group of five people walked towards the outside of the village.
Passing by the open space where the car was parked, Wang Quan glanced at the little sheep still locked next to the tree.
The little sheep was covered in blood and looked pitiful.
Wang Quan sighed, walked over, put the newspaper umbrella on the little sheep, and then patted the cushion.
When we came to the river, the river fruit was indeed a red color.
After watching silently for a while, Cheng Weihua asked: "You are a dropout, and there is no requirement to complete the mission at all. You should be able to leave now. If nothing else happens, after the bloody rain, the ghost wall should be gone."
"
Wang Quan smiled, turned around and spread his hands, "That's enough here, just give me all the bombs you have stored, and I will handle the rest.
"You guys stay here and remember to kill a few more corpses, otherwise I won't be able to come back if the blood rain stops."
Cheng Weihua took a step back and said, "I'll go too."
He raised his head and looked at Wang Quan, "Feng Ajiu must be a very important person to you and me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to carve her name on my arm."
Wang Quan didn't speak, just watched quietly.
After a while, he smiled and said, "Okay, Lao Cheng, you didn't disappoint me."
He took out his cigarette and wanted to pass one to Cheng Weihua, but the rain was too heavy, so he finally took the cigarette back.
Forget it, let's wait until everything is over.
Looking at Xin Zihao and the others, Wang Quan said with a smile: "Don't be so serious. Come on, smile. I'm relying on you to look after these two boxes of gold. If I come back with less, I won't be done with you."
After that, without any hesitation, he walked directly into the river until the water covered his head.
Cheng Weihua ordered: "I'll leave it to you to guard this place. Remember to watch if the rain eases, then go into the village and kill a few corpses to maintain it, and then guard it by the river. Remember, don't scatter, and don't go
Inside a house with poor visibility.”
Lin Yu nodded, "Don't worry, captain, I will keep an eye on them both."
"Um."
Cheng Weihua didn't say anything more. He took a deep breath and plunged into the river.
............
Bloody snowflakes fell from the gray sky.
The ground was also stained with a thick layer of blood.
Countless corpses lined up and crawled out of the bloody river, slowly moving towards the north mountain.
Further north of Beishan is a forest that stretches as far as the eye can see.
In the forest, there is a large open space.
To the north of the clearing, close to the forest, is a huge windmill three hundred meters high.
The four huge fan blades on the windmill were motionless.
In front of the windmill, ninety-nine people stood.
They stood in two rows wearing ancient Han Dynasty-style dress, with their hands crossed and their heads lowered, silently reciting incantations that ordinary people could not understand.
In front of them, there was a two-meter-high stone altar.
There are also two people standing on the altar.
Two white-haired women.
One of them looked to be in his twenties, and the other looked to be under his twenties.
They also wore Han Dynasty court attire.
And both of them wore phoenix crowns.
The smile on the high priest's face was very gentle, "Ajiu, this day has finally arrived."
The girl in costume next to her had no expression on her face and didn't say a word.
"Are you still waiting for him? You know in your heart that it is useless." The high priest still smiled gently and enthusiastically, "For more than two thousand years, you have sought death so many times, but what is the result? You and I, mother and daughter,
They are all cursed people. No matter how many times they die, they will only be reincarnated again."
Feng Ajiu finally reacted this time.
Her voice was cold, "What about atonement, mother, you just want to use me to end all this, and then you can replace my body to get rid of the curse and live a normal life."
"It's great that you can understand my mother." The high priest's eyes looked at Ajiu more and more tenderly.
She couldn't help raising her hand and caressing Ajiu's face, "That man must be the man you chose. Indeed, he is a very strong and confident good man.
"Don't worry, after you die, mother will use your body to stay with him, give birth to and cook for him, and live an ordinary and happy life. You don't have to be sad, because then you will enjoy ordinary life with him.
The girl who lives is Feng Ajiu."
Feng Ajiu closed her eyes and said calmly: "Brother will come."
"He won't come, and it will be useless if he comes."
"Brother is my hero. He promised me that he would come to save me. What he promised will definitely come true."
"What a cute kid."
The high priest was too lazy to talk nonsense.
She turned around and ordered: "The auspicious time has come, let's get started."
Feng Sixi below nodded respectfully, and just as he was about to speak, suddenly the sound of wind suddenly sounded from far away to nearer!
A fire ax was embedded in Feng Sixi's forehead!
Only one voice was heard.
"So many of you are bullying a little girl here? Then as a messenger of justice, I can't just sit back and watch."
Everyone turned around in shock!
I saw a young man in a navy suit walking over leisurely with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.