It turns out that Langtou Village was originally a wealthy village.
There is a Lingshi mine buried here. Xuandan Mansion has already taken over this place and built a mining farm here. Miners are widely recruited and the remuneration is very generous. In order to make a living, the strong men in the surrounding area all came here to work. After making money, they took their families over. Over time, a village was formed here.
For mortals, it would be best if they could do something related to the world of immortality. Xuandan Mansion is not only responsible for the three meals a day for the miners, but also has those shrewd workers who can rack their brains from the mine to bring out the best. A few crushed spirit stones can buy an ordinary person half a year's worth of food. The most important thing is that with Xuandan Mansion's thigh in his arms, no bad guy dares to bully him.
Therefore, this mining job was a benefit that many people could not get even if they asked their grandfather or grandma!
Just over ten years ago, earth-shaking changes took place here.
Originally, Xuan Dan Mansion ordered the digging of spiritual stones. Although it was hard work, it did not prevent the workers from resting. But one day, the superiors suddenly issued an order requiring the mining volume of spiritual stones to be increased five times in the same period of time. The workers were forced to work every day and night, and two of them died of exhaustion after a month.
Even if human lives were lost, Xuandan Mansion continued to order frantic mining, and even blocked the entrances and exits of Langtou Village, requiring everyone to join the mining team. At first, young women were called, and later the elderly and children were not spared. Those who can walk have to carry a basket to pick up ore...
Zhao Yisu: "There are so many people in the Western Continent, why didn't we recruit one more miner?"
"Girl, that's because you didn't know the situation at that time. Xuandan Mansion is a big sect after all. We all thought they would spend some money to recruit workers. Who knew that Xuandan Mansion stopped giving out money more than ten years ago? In the first few months, the neighbors helped each other, and they kept insisting. Maybe the wages would not be paid until the Chinese New Year, but at the end of the year, every household was unable to open the door, and the Xuandan Mansion still refused to pay the wages... Oh!"
The old lady patted her thigh and said with hatred: "They say that the dead are moved by the trees, and the dead are moved by the living. Seeing that there was no rice in the jar and they had to work every day, the villagers decided to flee Langtou Village with their families, but Xuandan Mansion actually ignored it. Our fate was to kill half of the people on the spot! My miserable son and daughter-in-law died at that time..."
Zhao Yisu murmured to himself: "How could this happen? What happened in Xuandan Mansion ten years ago..."
Jiang Yunchen continued to ask: "What happened next?"
"Later, Langtou Village was sealed off. The people in the village no longer dared to flee, and they kept mining. In just a few years, most of them died... In the end, only the disabled, the elderly, and some children were left. . Maybe the spirit mine has been dug out, so the blockade of Langtou Village has been lifted, and those who were guarding us have disappeared, and everyone has regained their freedom overnight."
There was no joy in regaining freedom in the words of the old woman: "Many people ran out of Langtou Village to make a living outside, but they all came back within a few days. It turns out that wherever there are spirit stone mines outside, most of them suffered the same fate. Our Langtou Village is similar. Where there are no spiritual stone mines, we are required to plant a large amount of spiritual grass and provide it every month... There are actually more people starving to death outside than in our Langtou Village. If you go out and starve to death, you will still starve when you come back. Death, so everyone who ran away came back."
"The people of the Western Continent are actually being oppressed by the Xuandan Palace. Are the foreign monks traveling here just ignored?"
Zhao Yisu was indignant for a moment and didn't realize that he had said the wrong thing.
Fortunately, the old lady was immersed in sadness and did not notice her flaw for a moment, and continued: "We old and young, we were originally going to stay and wait to die, but we didn't expect that a few years ago, a mountain god came to Langtou Village. Alas. Hey, Lord Mountain God brought food and saved many people. Our Langtou Village has become popular again, and many people are fleeing from the outside. But it hasn’t been good for two years, and it’s no longer possible.”
"This mountain god said that he protected us, so he asked us to pay tribute to him, otherwise the villagers would be massacred. In order to save their lives, everyone had no choice but to pay tribute as required. Alas, many people later paid tribute, but still Something happened, just like my Si Mao, who is fine at home, how could he get lost..."
The old woman cried for a while, and both Zhao Yisu and Jiang Yunchen realized that something was wrong with her words.
After the old woman finished crying, Zhao Yisu asked, "I wonder what this mountain god asked for?"
The old woman lowered her voice: "It's a girl. I heard that if the mountain god wants to plant a medicinal herb, it must be watered with the blood of a girl, so every household with a girl must offer it as an offering."
Zhao Yisu felt a chill in his heart. When he thought about the old lady's words, he couldn't help but want to stay away from her.
"My Si Mao has three sisters, and they all came to the altar. The neighbors are still envious, saying that my fourth child is blessed and will definitely live to adulthood under the protection of the mountain god! But how could this happen? Si Mao is lost, Si Mao is lost ...My beloved grandson Si Mao!"
Zhao Yisu's face turned completely dark.
The old woman cried for a while and then said: "If you are a couple, then I will definitely advise you to leave early, so as not to get pregnant and be targeted by the mountain gods here. But since you are brother and sister, there is still a little hope. The mountain gods won’t hurt you, even we in Langtou Village don’t have extra food rations, so we have to go to the mountains to plant spiritual grass.”
The two of them took out a lot of words from the old woman's mouth, and then followed the old woman into the village.
The village was filled with a strong air of decay, and everyone alive was filled with the air of death. Under the skinny skin, everyone's eyes appeared to be surprisingly big. Being stared directly at by pairs of such eyes, Zhao Yisu felt Creepy.
Fortunately, the two of them were dressed in shabby and shabby clothes, fitting the image of a perfect escape, and did not arouse any further vigilance among the villagers.
The two stayed at the grandmother's house that night.
As the moon rose, Jiang Yunchen climbed onto the roof and found Zhao Yisu already here.
The old woman's crying could be heard from time to time in the house at her feet. Other than that, the surrounding area was completely silent, not even a bark of dogs or insects.
"This place is weird everywhere..." Zhao Yisu said in a suppressed voice: "That so-called mountain god is probably some kind of monster or evil cultivator. By the way, do you know what happened in Xuandan Mansion ten years ago? Take a good look. How could your sect change suddenly overnight?"
Jiang Yunchen shook his head: "I was in retreat at that time."
"That's right, Ninth Grade, you have long been deaf to the world." Zhao Yisu stabbed him neither softly nor hard.
Jiang Yunchen rarely refuted.
The two were quiet for a moment, and under the moonlight, the whole village took on a strange atmosphere.
Jiang Yunchen looked at the mountains in the distance: "Go and meet the mountain god for a while?"
"That's what I meant." Zhao Yisu exchanged a tacit look with him, and the two took off at the same time, leaving quietly in the night.
