Chapter 131 Sacrifice

In the early morning, Wei Linglan, who had regained control of her body, did not call for help immediately. Instead, she rummaged through the socks silently, put them on her ankles with blue handprints, and then lay down peacefully on the bed and fell asleep.

She calmly waited for Tian Yourong and Song Zhen to wake up, and heard them pass through the strong smell of blood and found the body outside the bedroom door.

Tian Yourong and Song Zhen were terrified, and Wei Linglan also woke up pretending to be woken up, and after seeing the corpse, he acted like an ordinary person should be terrified.

Compared with the "thing" that let her go last night, Wei Linglan is more vigilant about the secrets hidden in this village and another player who is not sure whether it exists.

Camouflage, concealment, lurking, and probing are always the best means for players to save their lives—especially in the real world.

Wei Linglan panicked and ran out of the house with Tian Yourong and his wife, calling for help.

The village head, Lu Gui, rushed over upon hearing the news, and when he learned that Lu He had died, his face darkened. Leaning on a wooden crutch, he rushed into the house with several young men.

Most of the villagers and passengers in Dusheng Village surrounded Lu He's house on the inner, third and outer floors, holding umbrellas, looking at the house with curiosity and fear.

Lu He is about the same age as the village head, his wife has long since passed away, and his children are all in other places.

The torrential rain has weakened slightly, but communication with the outside world has not been restored, and Lu He's relatives cannot be contacted.

The village head, Lu Gui, asked several young men to fetch an iron stretcher, put Lu He's body on the stretcher, covered it with a layer of white cloth, and sent it to the unused town hall of the village, where it was placed temporarily with Shi Derong's body. together.

Two people died in a row, and Lu He's death was so miserable and terrifying, it is absolutely impossible to use "suicide" or "accident" as an excuse...

The village head, Lu Gui, wanted to leave, but he was surrounded by an emotional crowd. He had to wave his hands to ask everyone to talk one by one.

The driver Tian Yourong squeezed in front of Lu Gui relying on his height and strength. His face was gloomy and his attitude was rather unfriendly.

He and his wife were separated by a thin wooden door from where Lu He died. When he woke up this morning, he was the first to find the body.

Lu He's death was extremely miserable, half of his head was smashed to pieces, even with the help of tools, it is impossible for ordinary people to do it without making any sound.

For the innocent passengers involved in the incident, it doesn't matter what "something" killed Lu He, the most urgent thing is to leave Dusheng Village as soon as possible.

Tian Yourong, with a gloomy face, didn't waste any more time asking the village chief what was going on, and said directly to Lu Gui: "Village chief, the rain is a little lighter today,

I want to borrow some tools from your village to dig out the blocked roads, rent a car and go to the county for help. "

Although Tian Yourong was begging, her tone was very strong, and the passengers standing behind her also expressed their attitude with silence.

Village head Lu Gui's face darkened, and he scanned the crowd.

Passengers were not the only ones who had the idea of ​​"leaving Dusheng Village". Many villagers bowed their heads under the threat of his gaze.

If the road is dug up, these villagers will probably follow the passengers immediately and escape from Dusheng Village together...

After all, all but a few have a share.

In Lu Gui's eyes, indifference and cruelty flashed past.

If you want to die, you have to die together.

He smiled, nodded kindly, and said to Tian Yourong: "Of course, you can go back and wait for a while, I will mobilize the masses, bring the tools, and I will dig the road with you later.

After all, there was a murder here, so it had to be reported as soon as possible. "

Tian Yourong nodded and said with a smile, "Then we'll wait at the entrance of the village first."

The driver played tricks and didn't let the passengers go back to their homes to shelter from the rain and wait for the news. Instead, they gathered together at the entrance of the village to prevent the villagers of Dusheng Village, including Lu Gui, from plotting to do anything wrong.

Everyone stays at the entrance of the village together, can exchange information, listen to the opinions of the masses, and run faster even if they run away.

"Ok."

Village head Lu Gui nodded, watching Tian Yourong lead a group of frightened passengers to the entrance of the village.

"Dad." Lu Maocai leaned over quietly, pointed at Tian Yourong and the others secretly, his eyes flickered, "Should we..."

"Don't act rashly."

Lu Gui shook his head, and said calmly, "Go and knock on doors, and just give them tools."

"Then didn't they just run away?" Lu Maocai gritted his teeth, "The ghost is getting more and more arrogant, so he can't use his own people to attack him?"

"Can't run."

Lu Gui smiled coldly, looked at the backs of those passengers, and said quietly: "They can't escape..."

While he was staring at the foreign passengers, Li Ang was also observing him through the reflection of the phone screen.

Lu Gui's legs and feet were still very flexible yesterday, but today he is using a cane for no reason.

Although the cat's eye's spiritual sense function cannot be used, Li Ang has a vague intuition that the seemingly brand-new wooden staff in Lu Gui's hand is full of decay and decay...

Li Ang didn't go out last night, but wanted to continue to search for the grave of rural teacher Meng Qixi on the other side of the ravine during the day.

If he had time, he would also like to inspect the bodies of Shi Derong and Lu He in the Great Hall.

But now that these passengers are eager to dig through the mountain road to leave, it is not necessarily a bad thing.

In the worst case, he would sneak back to Dusheng Village to hide. Without these witnesses, he would be free to take some more radical measures.

Li Ang followed a group of passengers to the village head,

On the other side of the village, Lu Gui asked his youngest son to take someone to collect tools such as shovels, bamboo baskets, etc., while he went back to the three-story villa on crutches and went up to the attic by himself.

The attic is in the shape of a low pyramid, with a glass window on each side, and white paint on the wooden floor, painted with many ghost characters and nested pattern symbols.

If Li Ang were here, he would be able to distinguish these text patterns, which were very similar to the talismans he had seen in the Longheng shopping mall back then.

In the center of these patterns, there is an artificial altar that occupies most of the attic area.

This round altar is completely made up of dead branches, bones, aquatic plants, rice, carrion and other debris, complicated and chaotic,

At the same time as disgusting, there is also a kind of ancient and distant, and it can even be said to be strangely magnificent.

Lu Gui stepped on the dead branches and bones, entered the center of the altar, and tapped the ground lightly with his long staff.

The air in front of him set off layers of ripples, and the light blue light condensed into dots, and the dots were connected into lines, weaving the projection of the topography of Dusheng Village.

Lu Gui, who was standing in the center of the altar, looked at the projection, moved his palm forward, and said faintly, "The wind is light and the rain is dark."

Those four simple words almost took away all of Lu Gui's strength,

His face was pale, and he had to lean on a long wooden staff so as not to fall to the ground.

suddenly,

The strong wind that was already on the verge of stopping was stirring again, and the torrential rain was pouring down more densely than before, leaving only a dense rain curtain that could not be separated or seen through.

At the head of the village, it is impossible for the passengers and villagers who have already got the tools to dig the mountain road in such a rainstorm. Everyone can only go back to their homes, trapped in the layers of rain.

On the attic, Lu Gui forced himself to straighten up, looked at the much dimmer projection, and said to himself: "According to the ancient books,

Digging the canals to flood the farmland and allowing Dusheng Village to restore the ancient Fengshui terrain really enhanced the magic power of the altar.

However, sacrifices, more sacrifices, are needed to repel it...."