Chapter 132 Carrying Pole

At night, Li Ang opened his eyes, got up quietly, walked to the next bed, and slashed the back of the temporary roommate's neck with a hand knife.

The unlucky passenger passed out rather decisively without even a babble.

To be on the safe side, Li Ang opened his eyelids, and swung the flashlight over the eyeballs a few times,

After confirming that he fainted, he put on his raincoat, covered his face, pried open the window and turned out.

In Dusheng Village at night, only a few lights were still flickering. Li Ang rushed towards the valley, and with the beam of the flashlight, he found the grave of the village teacher Meng Qixi.

Perhaps the villagers were grateful for Meng Qixi's selfless dedication, and built a well-built tomb for him. Some words of praise were engraved on the tombstone, and some flowers were placed in front of the tombstone.

It was midnight now, and there was still heavy rain to cover his whereabouts. Li Ang directly blasted open the tomb with explosives and lifted the coffin boards.

The coffin was empty, not even a trace of blood or maggots.

Li Ang, who was biting the flashlight, frowned,

Meng Qixi's body was missing, or his body had never been put into the coffin.

What did the villagers of Dusheng Village do to Meng Qixi...

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At this time, in Dusheng Village, Lu Maocai led four young men in raincoats, holding hemp ropes, machetes, soil guns, and shoulder poles, groping in the dark, and quietly marched towards the home of Shi Kangjian, a villager.

Since Lu He's death was unknown, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen, and Wei Linglan, who originally stayed at Lu He's house, stayed at the villager Shi Kangjian's house tonight under the arrangement of the village chief.

The violent wind and rain that should be disturbing, in Lu Maocai's view, was a guarantee of peace of mind. He led a group of people to the door of Shi Kangjian's house, walked to the window, and knocked on the window lightly.

Behind the window of the living room on the first floor, Shi Kangjian's face was exposed,

After confirming that it was Lu Maocai, he opened the door of his house with the key and welcomed the six figures into the house.

Lu Maocai put down the hood of his raincoat, opened his mouth, pointed to the upstairs lying on his side, and said softly, "Have they all fallen asleep?"

Shi Kangjian nodded. This evening, he added a lot of sleeping pills to the drinking water of the three people to ensure that they could fall asleep steadily.

Lu Maocai took a deep breath, clenched the gun tightly in his hand, and walked up the stairs.

Dusheng Village, formerly known as Dushen Village,

According to legend, in ancient times, this place was attacked by plague ghosts, and the dead bodies filled the field, and the corpses were everywhere, and every family cried and mourned. Daoist people take pity on the common people, gather them together, and build villages in the ravines according to the principles of geomantic omen,

And pass down the formations and rituals, which can isolate ghosts and ghosts, make the weather smooth, the grains will be plentiful, and the six animals will prosper.

The only problem is that human sacrifices must be offered in the ceremony held every five years.

Communication was backward in ancient times, and the villagers of Dushen Village went out to abduct demented beggars and offered human sacrifices according to the rituals. Sure enough, they did not suffer any natural or man-made disasters.

The weather in the village is good, and the villagers live and work in peace and contentment, like a paradise.

It's a pity that with the passage of time, the effect of the ceremony is not as good as each year. In addition to the military disaster, the inheritance is interrupted.

Before July, people in the village began to die one by one. Village head Lu Gui found the formation ceremony in the ancient books of the ancestral temple, and rebuilt the altar on the attic of his house.

Together with the villagers, they tied up Meng Qixi, a country teacher who was sick in bed, and trapped him on the altar.

It was Lu Maocai who dug out his heart.

Meng Qixi never imagined that he, who devoted most of his life to Dusheng Village, would be murdered to death by the kind and familiar villagers in the past.

When he died, his small eyes were full of great doubts.

Lu Maocai did not regret killing Meng Qixi, anyway, the latter was already seriously ill and would die soon.

Anyway, since Meng Qixi had paid so much for the village, it was right for him to pay a little more before he died.

Sure enough, after sacrificing Meng Qixi, the deaths in the village subsided,

But perhaps because of the vicissitudes of life and the changes in the world, the Fengshui Kanyu array arranged by the Taoist has long been destroyed by various new buildings in the village.

The effect of the ritual lasted less than six months, and people began to die again in the village.

Village head Lu Gui modified the terrain of the village according to the ancient books, trying to restore the formation.

While asking the eldest son Lu Maodian, who is a little powerful in the city, to think of a way.

Just when Lu Maodian found a mule and hired Li Ang, Lu Gui's understanding of formation rituals improved again, and heavy rain fell to temporarily isolate the ghosts.

Afterwards, a landslide lands and the passengers are trapped, and the ghosts gradually break through the defensive line of the formation, and start killing again.

If the situation wasn't urgent, Lu Gui didn't want to attack these passengers. He would rather use some familiar channels to find suitable sacrifices that would not attract widespread attention.

The death of Lu He became the last straw that broke the camel's back. No one in the village could guarantee that he would survive the liquidation of Li Gui.

Tonight, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen, and Wei Linglan will become new sacrifices—their deaths are not worthless, and the villagers of Dusheng Village will live a peaceful and peaceful life with their dedication.

Thinking of this, Lu Maocai felt a little hot when he recalled Wei Linglan in a long white dress.

Maybe, before offering sacrifices, he can enjoy some time...

Lu Maocai touched the handrail and walked up the corner of the stairs. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the stairs, but was surprised to find that the number of people was wrong.

He brought four young and strong, plus Shi Kangjian, that is six people,

But a thunder flashed, and there were seven shadows on the wall of the stairs.

The light of thunder and lightning was fleeting, and the corridor returned to darkness.

Lu Maocai's figure froze for an instant, he felt his back was cold, his legs were trembling, and he couldn't even hold the gun securely in his hand.

The villagers standing behind him, seeing Lu Maocai standing still, felt a little puzzled, and asked softly, "Why not..."

Before he finished speaking, a palm pierced his chest silently,

The villager lowered his head, and the last scene he saw was his heart being held in his hand.

Paji.

The heart was crushed alive.

The slender ghost with disheveled hair pulled its arm out of the villager's chest, and the latter fell to the ground like a puppet whose thread had been pulled out.

Fear almost occupied all of Lu Maocai's sanity,

This is impossible, his father Lu Gui has consumed most of the mana obtained from sacrificing Meng Qixi today, and a thicker rain curtain can theoretically isolate all ghosts.

Or, it evolved again...

The ghostly figure leaned forward slightly, and Lu Maocai felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a pair of sharp claws that were neither human nor beast lightly touched his chest.

Sooner or later, a slender thunderbolt slanted down, shattered the window, and hit the slender ghost directly.

Lu Gui's blow that consumed most of the remaining mana in the altar did indeed cause huge damage to the slender ghost.

It backed away in a hurry, pushed aside the crowd crowded on the stairs, and after drawing a deep scar on the waist and abdomen of villager Shi Kangjian,

He limped out the door.

Lu Maocai, who was still in shock, hurried to the stairs, and saw the ghost rushing into the rain curtain, and bursts of blue smoke rose from the parts of his body that were splashed by the rain.

Seeing that he was about to rush into the forest, the ghost with disheveled hair suddenly stopped in his tracks.

It stood under the tree and turned its head silently, staring at them deeply, then turned and left, completely hidden in the darkness.

Lu Maocai took a deep breath, ignored his companions who were screaming in panic, ran straight up to the second floor, and kicked open the side door.

Inside the door, the three of Tian Yourong, who were supposed to be lying down, disappeared, leaving only the wide open windows swinging back and forth with the strong wind.

After losing the mana support, the rain gradually weakened.

Without a sacrifice, all would soon die.

Lu Maocai walked downstairs in a daze.

Shi Kangjian, who had a deep wound cut open on his abdomen, leaned against the wall of the stairs and panted heavily, while several companions were busy bandaging the wound for him.

"Step aside!"

Lu Maocai roughly pushed away his companion, and tightly bandaged Shi Kangjian's waist and abdomen, and sighed quietly amidst the latter's pleading voice of "help me".

With this sigh, Shi Kangjian immediately realized something, his eyes widened, and his eyes were about to burst, "What are you going to do, you can't do this!"

"This injury can't be saved. It's your turn to die for the village."

After all, Lu Maocai ignored Shi Kangjian's abuse and struggle,

He fetched hemp rope to tie his hands and feet, put a shoulder pole through the hemp rope, and called his companions to pick Shi Kangjian up like a pig, and the group ran towards the village chief Lu He's house.