Longhu Mountain!
What is that place?
The ancestral court of Taoism in the world, the head of the "three giants" of Taoism, the direct Taoist inheritance sect left by the ancestral master Zhang Daoling.
There may be some unlikable disciples among the Longhu Mountain disciples, but it is unlikely that there will be any "bad guys" in the true sense - even my master has said this.
What's more, it's an evil ghost?
And he is clearly a living person!
The Longhushan disciple in front of him looks like a young man in his thirties. Many parts of his robe are broken and his body is covered in scars. He must have suffered some torture.
His eyes were helpless, unwilling and angry as he glanced at the surrounding villagers.
Scanning around, he caught my eye!
Then, his helpless and slightly numb eyes suddenly changed - he also became stunned and shocked, as if he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.
He looked at me with the same expression as I looked at him.
His lips moved, but he made no sound, but I understood the shape of his lips. What he said was: living monk?
I didn't answer, just nodded slightly.
The originally gloomy eyes of this Longhu Mountain disciple immediately burst out with a ray of hope.
But the light of hope only flickered for a moment and immediately dimmed again.
He smiled bitterly, moved his lips quickly a few times, and was talking to me in the air.
"Fellow Taoist, you'd better go. Be careful and don't expose yourself as a living person in this weird and scary village. Otherwise, you will end up like me."
I guess that this unlucky Longhushan disciple should have all his magic power sealed by the black ropes tied to his body. Therefore, there is no way to communicate with my spiritual consciousness through sound transmission, and I have no power to resist at all.
Fortunately, I had nothing to do before and learned the skill of "lip reading" from Lao Cao. It can barely be considered proficient, otherwise it would be troublesome to communicate with the other party.
I quickly moved my lips and responded silently with my lips.
"See, you are a disciple of Longhu Mountain? We are both Taoist cultivators. I want to save you."
He smiled bitterly.
"That's right, my name is Zhang Hui, and I am indeed a disciple of the inner sect of Longhu Mountain. But it's useless... Fellow Taoist, you look young, and your cultivation level must not be too high. You should just fall into it by mistake. There is no need to Your life depends on it. It's better to leave quickly and don't stay any longer."
I also want to ask some more specific information, including what the hell is this village? Why are these villagers no different from "living people"? How was he defeated and captured?
But it's too late...
Those strong men holding black swords were escorting Zhang Hui. They had already passed where Li Miao and I were, and his face could no longer be seen.
The surrounding villagers cheered and cursed, but I didn't dare to push forward.
We could only anxiously move forward in the direction where Zhang Hui was being escorted from the outside of the crowd, while trying hard to see his face through the gaps in the crowd, so that we could use "lip language" to communicate.
Before we could catch up, Zhang Hui had already been escorted to the altar in the center of the village.
Looking from a distance, it is a round stone altar that is white and slightly yellowish, with mottled marks on it, full of time and ancient history.
However, this breath is inexplicably evil!
There are many black stains on the side of the altar, showing a state of solidification after liquid flow, which looks very eye-catching and abrupt against the white contrast.
My eyes widened, and I felt a very uncomfortable feeling of nausea.
Li Miao beside him also said very quietly.
"It should be human blood."
That's right!
After the person was killed on the altar, the blood flowed down around it, forming this sinuous shape on the side. Over time, it will turn dark red and eventually turn into a black-like stain.
Madoka’s voice also sounded in our minds.
"It's so evil! It's so evil! In this ghost village, Lian Ye always feels like there is a smell of madness and mental illness permeating the air."
At this time, the villagers who looked enthusiastic, cheerful, and kind began to shout loudly!
"Kill the evil spirits!"
"In the name of our ancestors, let the evil spirits fall apart."
"We cannot let evil spirits destroy the stable life of the village."
In the midst of the excitement, those who don't know may really think that Zhang Hui, an inner disciple of Longhu Mountain who is tied up with a black rope and placed on a blood-red template, is a heinous ghost!
And these people who are calling out are all simple and kind-hearted poor villagers who have been invaded by evil spirits.
However, it is very likely that the opposite is true - it is precisely because of this weird sense of "contrast" that Li Miao, Xiao Yuan and I all feel hairy and feel that this village is crazy and abnormal.
Ahem...
Following a few coughs, a thin old man wearing brocade clothes and holding a cane was supported by two young girls and walked out of the crowd with a stooped body.
"Hello, village chief!"
"The village chief is here? Let's start killing the evil spirits."
So this is the village chief?
I narrowed my eyes slightly and watched him from outside the crowd. However, I just wanted to focus my true energy on my eyes and use my "spiritual vision" to take a closer look.
He suddenly made a slight movement of turning his head this way!
I quickly dispersed my true energy and stopped peeking.
"Can this guy sense the true energy of my Revolving Dao Sect? It's scary! Did Zhang Hui fall into this guy's hands? But if you just observe it simply, he really looks like an ordinary village old man. .”
My heart became more and more awe-inspiring.
Unexpectedly, so many strange things happened before Lao Cao was found.
"Lao Cao... where is he in this village? Why did he come to this extremely weird place and what did he want to do? How did he find it here?"
There are countless questions in my mind.
Bang bang!
The thin old man tapped the ground hard twice with his cane.
"Quiet!"
There was sudden silence all around.
It seems that his prestige in this village is extremely high!
Ahem...
He coughed and hit Zhang Hui's head with the crutch in his hand, and a trace of blood immediately flowed down his forehead.
The blood actually spread on Zhang Hui's face, forming a strange rune that enveloped it.
ah! ! !
Zhang Hui immediately let out a cry of pain, which made me clenched my fists.
The village chief said in a hoarse voice.
"Put the evil ghost on the altar! This evil ghost is unusual and very scary, so it needs to be placed on the altar for one night and then destroyed at the right time tomorrow. Only in this way can the ancestors be satisfied."
The villagers cheered again.
So, those strong men holding black swords lifted Zhang Hui from the blood-colored wooden board and placed him on the white circular altar.
This seemingly sacred altar had countless living people placed on it to be killed.
Only when a large amount of blood flows will it turn into such a deep red almost black stain on the sides...
