The movement in Persimmon Pond quickly disappeared.
All the villagers were stunned. They never expected that the water in the Persimmon Pond had been drained, and even the knees could not be submerged. How could a person be drowned?
The villagers who were familiar with the person who had just fallen into the water stood up excitedly and jumped into the persimmon pond to save him.
"Stop!" Liu Ruxiang stopped, shouted at the people, and glanced at the dark coffin, her face full of anger.
He rushed to the fire in one stride and took out the dagger he had just thrown in from the fire.
At this time, the blade of the dagger had been burned all over and turned red. Liu Ruxiang was not afraid of the burn, so she took the hilt of the sword directly with her hand, put the blade directly into her mouth, and held it with her mouth closed.
ah!
My eyes widened and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Liu Ruxiang opened her mouth again and immediately spit out a mouthful of white smoke, spraying it on the dark coffin.
"If you dare to be presumptuous again, I will teach you not to enter reincarnation!"
The dark coffin suddenly calmed down.
Just when we thought that the evil spirit inside had been dealt with, another wave of unrest broke out, and the cry of a child suddenly came from the crowd nearby.
"Whoaaah——"
People immediately took Liu Ruxiang to look over.
Then he saw a thin old man beside the fire, holding a two or three-year-old boy in his arms.
The little boy kept crying and vaguely shouted: "I hurt, my back hurts..."
Immediately an aunt next to her knelt down, grabbed the child's clothes and opened them up. Everyone was shocked.
Several bright red marks suddenly appeared on the little boy's white and tender back, as if he had been scratched by something.
On the boy's back, the invisible hand seemed to be still exerting force, the skin was broken, and blood-red claw marks were spreading to the other end of the boy's body.
Heart-rending screams were heard endlessly. The aunt reached out to touch the blood-red wound, and saw a cold air coming out of the blood-red wound. Her body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and she immediately retracted her hand.
The child was rolling on the ground in pain, but the old man didn't care. He sat cross-legged on the ground alone, with chapped lips and only two yellowed front teeth left in his mouth. His eyes were slightly squinted and his mouth was grinning, smiling at everyone.
I stood on the edge and watched this scene, and I just felt a little weird. They said they were relatives from another generation. How could a grandfather not love his grandson? How could he not care?
I stared at the old man, feeling strange and strange.
I basically know all the old people in Mojia Village. Even if we don’t interact with them much, they look familiar. Why can’t I remember this person? Which family does he belong to?
I stared at the old man. Suddenly, his head turned towards me heavily, and then he opened his eyes slightly.
Because the skin on the old man's face was loose and sagging, he couldn't see his eyes. But who would have thought that after raising his eyelids, he still couldn't see his eyes. There were actually two black eye sockets under his eyelids.
Cold sweat broke out all over my body. I turned to look at Liu Ruxiang and immediately pointed at the old man: "Who is he? I don't know him. I have never seen him."
The villagers present were stunned when they heard what I said. They seemed to have remembered something and looked up at the old man: "Yes, who are you? You...you are not from our village. Isn't this child from the Da Qiangzi family?" , his father is dead, where is her mother?"
The old man was silent, his slack eyelids closed again, his head shook up and down, and there was a burst of creepy laughter: "He-he-hehe-"
Everyone felt that something was wrong, and they were all frightened and retreated one after another.
In an instant, the old man's head drooped, face down, water splashes and foam oozed out of his shriveled body, and a putrid smell spread from his body.
Liu Ruxiang was calm and composed, walked up with a dagger in hand, looked around the old man for a while and said, "It's evil spirits who have come ashore to harm people."
The villagers were panic-stricken and clutched their children tightly.
"What should we do? We can't let anything happen again."
Before they finished speaking, people were surprised to find that it was raining!
The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, strong winds invaded wantonly, cold raindrops fell on people's bodies, and there was a faint smell of blood. Everyone's eyes widened and they looked up at the sky in horror.
The rain that fell that day turned out to be as red as blood.
The rain of blood from the sky is an ominous sign.
No matter how courageous they were, they were now panicking and trying to escape around while crying.
A middle-aged woman staggered towards her home in the distance, but just a few steps away, when she passed by a bush, a cold and dry hand stretched out, grabbed the woman's foot and jerked her. Pull.
A chill swept through her whole body from her ankles, and she was startled, then fell face down to the ground, her consciousness quickly dissipating.
In the blink of an eye, several fleeing people fell down.
And I was almost scared to death, clinging tightly to Liu Ruxiang, urging Master to find a way.
Liu Ruxiang was also startled by the power of this thing. She snorted coldly, jumped up and stood on the dark coffin, and shouted to the villagers around her: "Don't leave, everyone, gather together."
The people in Mojia Village were frightened out of their wits, but knowing that Liu Ruxiang had real abilities and willing to believe in her as a female master, they all immediately gathered around the fire with shivers.
But the fire also became less intense as the blood rain fell.
Liu Ruxiang handed me a gong, and she changed into a black and white martial arts mask. She held a talisman in her left hand and a master's whip in her right hand. She flicked her sleeves and shouted loudly: "Everyone, follow me in unison. Singing the words to pray to the gods can help you stay safe and save your life!"
"Sing together: The cigarette smoke heads towards the upper world, the north, south, east and west come back to their senses."
After Liu Ruxiang finished speaking, I took a small mallet and knocked on the gong.
Then he sang it again.
The people in Mojia Village have never had access to textbooks, and most of them are not even literate. They can only pronounce a similar sound to what I say, which is not very accurate, but after all, there are more than 200 people, and they are already as powerful as a rainbow.
Liu Ruxiang waved the teacher's whip in her hand, whipped the ground under her feet, and continued to sing: "Tai Shang Laojun is the leader of the meeting, and the Patriarch of Sanyuan comes to the altar."
The villagers sang along.
"The founder of Shangyuan is Tang Jiazi, the founder of Zhongyuan is Ge Jiazi, the founder of Xiayuan is Zhou Jiazi, and the three generals of Tang Ge are Zhoushi."
"The three brothers went to study the Dharma, and together we went to Meishan to pay homage to Laojun. Laojun taught and taught the Dragon and Tiger Dharma, and returned to the mortal world to be our teacher."
Under the leadership of Liu Ruxiang, the sound of chanting lingered by the wild persimmon pond again and again.
The wind howled, and dark shadows flashed from time to time in the surrounding open space.
As if he had accidentally entered a mass grave, there were faint whimpering sounds.
The people in Mojia Village huddled together. Although their bodies were shivering, the fear in their hearts gradually faded away as they sang in unison.
