son?
Listening to the old man's words, Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng looked surprised.
The ghost that formed the ghost...is this old man's son?
"You are a mortal, how dare you raise ghosts? You are not afraid of backlash, are you!" Zhang Feixuan said with wide eyes.
Wang Qizheng was shouting: "This is an evil way. No wonder they feed us human flesh. Seeing as we are Qi Practitioners, the human flesh must be poisoned so that we can be swallowed by this ghost, right? No wonder this village looks strange, I guess. They are all evil, senior brother, kill them!"
That's okay.
Can such things as ghosts be raised?
Even if it can be raised, if a mortal raises a ghost, it would be so bold that it would take the world by storm.
The most important thing is that he is still alive. It is incredible that this village can still exist.
Song Yin shook his head, punched the ghosts away again, and said, "They are not evil."
Not an evil way?
what is that?
"Xianjia, please be kind and let it go. My son is just a poor man, and it can't do anything about it!"
The old man grabbed the ground with his head, feeling so sad that he couldn't help but shed tears.
…
Ten years ago, this place was not as desolate as it is now. The wide plains can grow food, and from time to time, small animals can be caught for meat.
If the year is good, there might be a good harvest.
It’s not a bustling place, but it’s definitely filling.
All people want is three meals a day.
Everyone lives with hope.
Until one day, a person came and brought a batch of seeds.
This kind of seed has great power. It can be harvested four times a year and the yield is high. It can be said that the land has a bumper harvest.
The only requirement is that people should be hardworking and keep plowing the fields.
But this matter couldn't be simpler for farmers.
The village that planted the land first had a good harvest, so the surrounding villages continued to introduce this kind of seed, worshiped the monk as a god, and every household enshrined the spiritual tablet.
They thought that they could no longer worry about food and that as long as they worked hard, they would be able to get a good harvest.
The same thing happened. They had a good harvest for three years, and every household had enough food. They even started a side business, raising silkworms, weaving cloth, and raising livestock. They were about to embark on a prosperous road with no worries about food and clothing.
But in the fourth year, the four crops of grain began to grow less. Each crop was much less than the previous one. No one cared about it at the time, they just felt that the situation was different.
In the fifth year, when grain production dropped again, everyone still didn't notice it. They just felt that the year was bad and they just had to endure it.
In the sixth year, there was almost no food production, and everyone began to beg God and worship the spiritual statue, hoping for a better year.
In the seventh year, there was no harvest, and the cultivated land could no longer produce food. No matter how they cultivated the land or developed new land, they would not produce food.
Whether it was the food seeds left by the Taoist or the seeds they planted before, they no longer produced food. The small animals in the surrounding land were also wiped out, and the livestock and silkworms they raised had long since disappeared.
The entire land seemed to have lost its vitality. To people, it was a place of death.
In the eighth year, famine began, and the land gradually became chaotic. Some people died of starvation and some fled.
But more importantly, bandits are rampant, and this land is looted all the time, in order to compete for that full mouthful of food.
And that year, a group of bandits happened to enter their village...
…
"My eldest son is naturally strong, filial, and very strong at work. Who wouldn't praise him as a good man? But when the bandit entered the village, there were so many people that no matter how powerful he was, he was no match for the bandit. The boss liked my son's bravery, so he made a condition..."
At this point, the old man burst into tears: "He wanted my son to get a certificate of submission, and then he would let my village go. But where can I get this certificate of submission? My son, my son..."
The old man's eyes narrowed and his tone was fierce: "He killed my daughter-in-law who just passed by, took the head as a token of surrender, and followed them away!"
As he spoke, his body softened and he almost collapsed to the ground: "My wife is kind, gentle, reasonable, and has a deep relationship with my son. How did he manage to do this!"
"But I know that if I don't accept it, let alone my daughter-in-law, I'm afraid all the women in this village will be kidnapped. There's nothing we can do, there's nothing we can do!"
"Later I heard that the group of bandits disappeared, but a monster came out. It killed everyone it met and devoured flesh and blood alive... I thought it was just a rumor, but one day, the monster appeared at the door of the village and put down a pile of meat. Just leave, and I will know that that is my son, that must be my son!"
He sniffed, glanced at the ghost that had condensed into a human form, and choked out: "No one wanted to eat it, and no one knew what the dried meat was made of, but I couldn't bear the hunger... I'm old and old. If you are hungry, you will be hungry, but even wild vegetable roots are hard to find. No one in the village wants a bite of food, and the children are so hungry that they are naked. The old man has nothing to do, so he accepts the dried meat and lets them eat it. "
"I'm starving..."
Wang Qizheng raised his head and said complexly: "I know what it feels like."
Zhang Feixuan was about to say why he didn't leave, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he shut up angrily and just waved the folding fan.
But he didn't say it, but the old man said it himself, "It's not that we haven't thought about leaving, but the world is so big that we don't have a clue where we can go. Even if we can't bear it and want to leave, we can't After getting rid of the dried meat, we won’t be able to leave this village.”
"Those who eat dried meat and leave the village will be surrounded by a dark wind as soon as they leave the village. My son will come out to kill them and then make new dried meat, so no one dares to go out, just here. Stay alive."
After the old man finished speaking, he knocked hard again, "Xianjia, we mortals are really helpless! Xianjia, just let me go. It doesn't matter if you kill my son. My son deserves it, but what about the people in this village? Do it!”
"What about the people outside?"
Suddenly, Song Yin made a sound, surprising the old man.
He punched away the condensed ghost again, and said to the old man: "It's understandable that you will do anything to survive, but I can only understand. Those dried meats are just like you, indifferent to the world. Peaceful and calm, everyone is the same... If I let it live today, it will harm more people like you."
The old man was almost absent-minded and said in a desperate tone: "Then there will be no hope for me if I wait?"
"Brother, why don't you take them back to the mountain? It's not impossible to feed more people." Zhang Feixuan suggested at this time.
"I agree." Wang Qizheng agreed.
It would be nice to return to the Sumeru Channel. Anyway, senior brother has already raised a group of mortals, and it is not impossible to raise another group.
With Song Yin now able to control the wind and fly, it would come and go very quickly.
And looking at this old man, he seems to be a perfect person, and has never been sucked by anyone. If this old man is like this, then all the people in this village should be perfect.
But Song Yin didn't seem to hear what they said. He just stared at the old man and said, "Actually, you already know, if you kill this ghost, no one in this village will survive."
The old man slowly lowered his head and said no more words.
Bear!
A ball of white flame ignited from the heart of Song Yin's hand. He looked up at the sky and said lightly: "Do you think you can pretend not to know that the village is dark and you can't see it? Take a look!"
He waved the fire into the sky, and the white flame flew directly into the sky and exploded, exploding like a firework into bright white light, illuminating everything in the village.
It's not that there's no one in the village, and those people aren't hiding in either.
Those children were now in the center of the village, crawling like wild beasts, with disheveled hair and unclear faces, leaving only a pair of red eyes, and their exposed skin looked like those ghosts.
Inside the house, on the doors and windows, the mortals who originally poked their heads in the same posture still had their hair disheveled and their postures were like ghosts.
What's even more frightening is that these beings are all staring at them.
That kind of gaze made Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng's hair stand on end.
They are obviously still in human form today...
Did it change at night? !
They walked all the way in the dark, were they being stared at by these things? !
"As soon as I opened my Dharma Eyes, I knew that they were surrounded by ghost energy. They were neither humans nor ghosts. If you continue to support them like this, sooner or later, you will not be able to support this village."
Song Yin shouted: "They are no longer human!"
