Jiang Yao asked him: "What do you think of the authenticity of the diary?"
Yinzhu is not stupid and does not believe everything written in the diary.
Lying is a perfectly normal thing for people. Research shows that people lie on average at least twenty times a day.
The former Laker didn't know whether he was alive or dead and only kept a diary. No one could verify whether his words were true or false.
He thought for a moment and said, "The man who guards the lake is quite greedy for life and afraid of death. The authenticity of the diary needs to be considered."
Jiang Yao asked again: "Did you encounter any danger these nights?"
Hearing this, Yinzhu remembered something funny and pointed at Wen Wushu.
"He always wasn't around in the middle of the night. I went to look for him and found him chopping down stone tablets."
Wen Wushu has a keen sense of inspiration, and if he relaxes even a little bit, he will be affected by powerful strange things.
This is consistent with the behavior of the owner of the diary, who sleepwalked to chop down stone tablets.
But all in all, they were not in life-threatening danger.
The scale in Jiang Yao's heart tilted in the other direction.
Thinking of this, she said: "I'm going back to Bury Dragon Village, do you want to come with me?"
Yinzhu shook his head in frustration.
"We are the defenders of the lake and we cannot leave here."
If he could leave, he would have gone out to find Sister Jiang long ago. How could he stay in this ungrateful place with Wen Wushu, the smoker.
Seeing this, Jiang Yao stopped saying anything, gave a few words of advice, and hurried away with Jiang Ji.
When passing by Round Lake, she vaguely saw a tall, broad and fuzzy figure like a black bear squatting in the center of the lake, wiping her tears and sobbing so hard.
When she got closer and looked again, the figure disappeared, like an illusion.
Jiang Yao walked to the shore, shook the rattle, and called the black dog several times.
The surroundings were silent, except for the wind and snow, there was no sound, not even the cry.
Jiang Ji suddenly spoke from the side.
"Want to see him?"
He kept talking for a while, as if he was stuck.
Jiang Yao nodded patiently: "Can I see you?"
Jiang Ji looked into the lake and then shook his head.
"He is timid and won't see you."
Jiang Yao: "?"
Could the vicious and cruel black dog in the diary be timid?
However, she did not doubt Jiang Ji's words. Although this kid was not smart, he would not fool people on this kind of thing.
Jiang Ji was silent for a few seconds and then continued.
"He's in trouble, please help."
Jiang Yao's heart skipped a beat and he asked excitedly: "What's going on?"
Jiang Jicheng was handed the microphone, and he enjoyed it. He listened for a moment with his ears raised, and then said it word for word.
"He begs you to give him the rattle back."
Jiang Yao: "…………"
She tried her best to adjust her emotions and said to the air.
"I can return it to you, but you have to tell me why you were suppressed here?"
She was answered by silence.
Until Jiang Ji said: "He is hiding."
Jiang Yao reached out and grasped his sleeve, and asked hurriedly: "Can you say a few more words to him?"
It was not easy for her to communicate with the weird people in Yuanhu. How could she let go of such a good opportunity?
Jiang Ji hurriedly glanced at the hand she extended, her eyes flickered unnaturally, she pursed her lips and stammered:
"He is in pain. Those few words just now exhausted all his reason. He can't, can't say anything anymore..."
When a person dies, he becomes a monster. He gradually loses his reason and turns into a monster who only knows how to kill.
Especially the black dog is still being suppressed by the four-sided stone tablets at this moment, as if he is being pressed down by four giant mountains. It is a great torture both physically and mentally.
Jiang Yao had no choice but to retract his hand and said, "Go back."
Knowing that greed for too much will result in loss, if Jiang Ji heard it right just now, this black dog's temperament is obviously contrary to what the female ghost Ye Xiaolan and the owner of the diary said.
As for which side is true and which side is false, only by returning to Dragon Burial Village can we completely distinguish.
As they were walking back and forth, a ray of light shone on the horizon, looming in the thick gray clouds. The falling snowflakes in the sky turned to rain as they left.
The chill in my bones has subsided slightly, my limbs have warmed up, and my walking speed has accelerated.
We arrived at Burial Dragon Village before noon.
Another inhumane ceremony was being held in the village. Pieces of steel knives were standing next to the altar. Around the steel knives was a circle of flames that could never be extinguished by rain. The two people with the sharp knives pressed against their backs and forced to step on the steel knives were Jiang Yao. People you know.
It is the inhabitants of the cave.
Their bodies were covered with scars, and they had obviously been kicked and beaten cruelly before. Their pale faces were soaked by the rain. They looked at the sharp steel knife in front of them with despair and fear, and they moved forward tremblingly.
"I, we don't know, what kind of treasure..."
"I really don't know, please let me go..."
Tima, who was standing on the altar, wore a ghost mask and stared at the two of them. She raised her hand and shook the bell, signaling the villagers to push them towards the steel knife.
Seeing this, Jiang Yao no longer sat still and waited for death. After all, the pancakes she ate last night were given by the cave dwellers. She couldn't watch them die.
The last time she was under an evil spell, it was difficult to deal with the villagers and she had no choice but to run away.
But this time it's different.
Jiang Yao was about to take action, but was stopped by Jiang Ji.
"I am Jiang Wu, let me do it."
After saying that, he raised his eyes and scanned every villager one by one until he stopped at Tima.
The next second, something surprising happened.
A hurricane suddenly blew up, and all the steel knives lined up on the stone ladder were blown down. With a clang, they fell on the villagers, cutting their bodies in half.
And that Tima was not much better. His body was shaken by the wind and fell into the fire pit outside the altar. He was burned by the fire and screamed miserably.
Jiang Yao had seen him display his talent, but he didn't expect it to be exaggerated to this extent.
There was no need to take action at all. The villagers who were targeted by him all suffered unexpected consequences.
Moreover, these villagers are all of terrifying strength, and they are obviously vulnerable to him.
Jiang Yao was amazed and at the same time felt a surge of fighting spirit.
She will work hard to grow and upgrade, and then she will become so average or even surpass him.
"You take care of the cave people, and I'll go to the village ancestral hall to read the genealogy."
There was one thing she had to be sure of soon.
Jiang Ji nodded and watched her leave quickly. After a long time, she looked back and walked towards the altar.
…
The Burial Dragon Village covers a large area, with many stilted buildings built with blue bricks. There is a main village hall in the center, which is spread out. The terrain is undulating, and the Black River flows down the mountain and passes through the village.
If the village is well built, no matter how strong the Heihe River rises, the gate of the village will not be submerged, and it is hidden in the mountains and forests. It is difficult for others to notice that there is a village here unless they stand at a high place nearby.
Jiang Yao had figured out the road before, and now he was walking with ease.
But she searched several times and never found the ancestral hall.
In this era, no matter whether it was a village or a village, there would be an ancestral hall built there. It was not only a place for ancestors’ memorial tablets, but also a place for praying, which was of great significance.
However.
Burial Dragon Village did not build an ancestral hall.
In other words, it was once built, but burned down.
