"Aren't you afraid that I'm a monster?"
Wang Hu sneered and sat on the chair, looking at the man opposite with his head lowered.
I thought he would continue to look timid, but this time he was uncharacteristically different.
He exposed his neck, pointed there and said:
"Come on, anyway, I have too many debts to bear down. The worst I can do is owe another life."
"Aren't you a scoundrel?"
Looking at Lu Zeyu, who was completely different from before, Wang Hu felt incredible.
"I fell in love with a girl, but she suddenly disappeared and sent me an address a few days later."
Wang Hu was confused when faced with Lu Zeyu's sudden story.
"where?"
"here."
After hearing this, Wang Hu said thoughtfully:
"What about her?"
He picked up a book next to him, flipped through it, and threw it aside. Wang Hu's eyelids jumped.
"Disappeared."
"You must be tired from taking the bus on the road. How is the driver? I have a very good relationship with him."
"There was a car accident on the road, the car fell into the water, and the driver disappeared."
"Where did he go?"
After hearing these words, Wang Hu shouted loudly.
"Who knows? Maybe dead."
Lu Zeyu stared into Wang Hu's eyes and said seriously:
"You decide how he dies."
"He hated fire. Maybe he was burned to death by fire."
Touching his chin, Lu Zeyu continued:
"Maybe, then how can you be burned to death while you're wet?"
"He was drinking, and he drove drunk and got into a car accident. The wine spilled on him and it caught fire."
"But while I'm alive, I don't know if others can have such good luck."
Wang Hu wiped his face, looking a little disappointed.
"You don't have much luck like this. I'm afraid you are the only one left alive."
Seemingly thinking of something, Wang Hu continued:
"Cherish it, you have already died once and this is your second life."
"I can't die. After all, cats have nine lives. I'm afraid a dog like me also has several lives."
Seemingly thinking of something, Lu Zeyu took a book from the bookshelf, turned around and asked.
"Is the wine really good?"
The disgust he imagined did not appear, Wang Hu said with a strange look:
"It's true that wild boars can't eat fine chaff."
"roll!"
Lu Zeyu cursed expressionlessly.
"Don't forget that this is my house. I don't know who the hell is."
Seeing Wang Hu succeed, he clenched his hands unconsciously, wanting to slap that face that needed a beating next moment, and finally relaxed his hands and let out a breath.
"I'm looking forward to your performance tomorrow, and I hope tomorrow's drama won't disappoint me."
"I hope you don't disappoint me either."
Suddenly Lu Zeyu thought of something and asked Wang Hu:
"What do the temple fairs sell?"
"They are all related to the mountain god."
"Then take care of yourself."
After that, Lu Zeyu walked out without looking back. He was looking forward to what preparations everyone would make before tonight's temple fair.
Wang Hu's voice sounded from behind Lu Zeyu.
"This bullshit temple fair is not just amusement for a monster who doesn't understand humans."
In the village, everyone gathered in the square to chat as usual, but everyone was a little absent-minded.
"You said that there is no girl suitable for the Mountain God in our village. Didn't we all..."
The people sitting around quickly interrupted him.
"Shut up, don't tell anyone about anything. If it notices, you'll be dead."
"Yes Yes Yes."
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
What happened that year? Was it a celebration?
After arriving in this village, Lu Zeyu rarely saw young people, mostly middle-aged people like Wei Guo.
Maybe there will be an answer after tonight's temple fair.
After the meal, Lu Zeyu sat on the steps waiting for the temple fair to begin.
Scattered orange light spots emerged over the village and began to slowly converge.
The black flow of people Lu Zeyu saw that day appeared in front of him again.
Only this time he was in the crowd.
Wang Hu was wearing strange white clothes and was mumbling something, but it didn't sound like a human voice.
The sound kept repeating.
The strange murmurs made him drowsy, and his sister whispered in his ear:
"Wake up, don't sleep."
Lu Zeyu's absent-minded eyes began to focus. Looking at the villagers beside him who seemed to be walking corpses, Lu Zeyu felt doubtful.
"Sister, what happened to them?"
"I'm afraid what the man in front of me said was given to him by the so-called mountain god. It can make people temporarily lose their mind."
Lu Zeyu secretly remembered this voice in his heart, and at the same time kept marking the way he came from.
He didn't know how long he had been walking. Lu Zeyu felt his legs and feet were sore. He kept looking forward at the finish line and complaining.
"Is this mountain god sensible? Can't he stay closer?"
A simple building stood on the mountain. Wang Hu walked slowly onto the stage and shouted, and this farce called the temple fair began.
"Invite the mountain god!"
The loud voices of the white-clad sacrificers on the platform echoed in the valley. The crowds of people holding torches under the high platform converged into a long fiery red snake, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
Standing under the high platform, Lu Zeyu stared blankly at the drama called Inviting the Mountain God.
boom! boom! boom!
The mountain began to shake, and everyone present knelt down in the direction of the mountain.
Bright red liquid dripped from the roof, and blood surged on the ground.
A blood-red figure emerged from the blood, floating in the center of the altar and enjoying the kneeling of everyone.
The mountain god seemed to notice something.
The face wearing a golden mask moved slowly towards Lu Zeyu.
The moment Lu Zeyu noticed it, two beast-like eyes in the golden mask were staring at him.
He quickly lowered his head. What kind of mountain god was this? It was clearly the group of monsters floating in the sky.
The scarlet liquid was still dripping, and a graceful figure slowly emerged.
White deer!
That figure was none other than Bai Lu, who he missed day and night. Lu Zeyu couldn't wait to rush up and ask her why.
The mountain god looked at Wang Hu aside and seemed to be gesturing for him to continue.
"Next item, light incense."
Everyone present looked slightly moved, as they usually don't have this kind of thing.
The mountain god also seemed confused, but after thinking about it, Wang Hu had done nothing wrong in the past. This ritual was still his idea, so he let him continue.
The strong aroma of wine emanated from the mountain god's body, and a struck match was thrown onto the mountain god's body.
It was just one of them. As Lu Zeyu spoke, Wei Guo covered his newly opened mouth.
The mountain god was just like that day, and the flames ignited instantly, just like that day.
Looking at the ashes of the mountain god, Wang Hu happily shouted to the audience:
"The monster is dead, everyone!"
Looking at the tentacle at a close distance, Lu Zeyu could see clearly where the tentacle was.
It was a pipe made of flesh and blood, from which thin red threads flew out and wrapped around the bodies of everyone present.
