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Chapter 32

At noon the next day, the door was pushed open. The old lady looked at He Qianlin who was huddled in Wang Chunhua's arms, her complexion was blue, she looked at the discarded rope, her brows were tightly knitted, and she said after a while: "You can tie it like that." Breaking free, you have some ability, come and take it out."

Perhaps it was because they felt that both of them were dying, but this time they were not tied up, but were directly guarded by a few strong men, forcing them to move forward.

When Wang Chunhua and He Qianlin came to the dead tree, they were surrounded by people, including men, women, and the elderly, but they couldn't see any of the young children.

The hot sun was shining directly down, and the sky was so hot that people could not breathe. Wang Chunhua smiled happily, and saw the old lady in a good mood and said hello: "Hi, village chief!"

The old lady grinned at her mouth with only a few crumbling teeth: "I didn't expect that even the gentlemen were crying and begging for mercy, but the two female dolls didn't take it seriously. Should I praise you for being brave, or should I say Are you heartless?"

Wang Chunhua smiled and said, "Where's Zhang Yang?"

"Hmph, you can go with peace of mind, it's just your bad luck!"

"Can I ask a question?" Wang Chunhua looked at the old lady innocently.

"Ask, so that you can be a sensible ghost!"

"I understand what you have to do. It's nothing more than that we go to sacrifice, but I want to ask you, are you sure you don't want to listen to what Zhang Yang wants to say?"

Seeing Wang Chunhua's playful expression, the old lady couldn't help being a little furious, frowning and said seriously: "If you think that Zhang Yang will save you, then stop thinking about it, Daniel, see if the time is up! Send her up the tree! "

Seeing the old lady giving orders, the man at the side quickly stepped forward and tied Wang Chunhua and He Qianlin tightly with a rope. There was also a long rope tied around his waist, and a round iron block was tied to the other end of the rope. High abandoned, over the branches of the dead tree and fell to the ground.

Another person stood by with a sharp knife in his hand, just waiting for Wang Chunhua to be pulled to the tree trunk, and to slash a sacrificial symbol on the sole of his foot.

A strange light suddenly flashed in Wang Chunhua's eyes, and she said with a smile, "Aren't you curious about how I broke free last night?"

As soon as the words fell, the body disappeared in an instant, and the bundle of strong ropes suddenly fell to the ground. The next moment, the leafy trees withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the green leaves quickly turned yellow. The water dries up, and finally breaks away from the branches and falls to the ground.

The old lady was taken aback and rubbed her eyes in disbelief, but she panicked and said, "Ghost, how could this happen? Where is the person? Where did he go?"

Seeing the backbone of the crowd, the surrounding crowd began to panic, their legs softened and they knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, begging for forgiveness.

The rope on He Qianlin's body also fell to the ground feebly. Her dark eyes couldn't hide her shock. She was pushed into a small dark room last night. As soon as the door was closed, the rope fell by itself. At that time, she thought it was because they didn't Unexpectedly, it was Wang Chunhua who did it.

She was indeed not an ordinary person. How could the wounds of ordinary people heal overnight? Moreover, Zhang Yang seemed to have asked himself strange questions when he was unconscious. Could it be that Wang Chunhua is a ghost?No, it's not a ghost. Obviously, when I touch Mr. Curator, I can feel the temperature from the skin.

And I have always thought that Peony is a ghost, but Peony can also transform into a body, the body still has a shadow under the scorching summer, and it also sweats like ordinary people.

It shouldn't be a monster. The master said when he was a child that if he was naughty, he would be caught and eaten by monsters, so monsters cannibalize people. So what is the curator?Well, if it’s not a human, a ghost, or a demon, then it can only be a fairy. My God, her Huahua is actually a fairy. He Qianlin suddenly opened her eyes wide. Yes, well, she got it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm wrong, please let the village go, please come to my old lady alone, please!" The old lady's miserable cry made He Qianlin break free from her own world.

He Qianlin looked at the weak old lady who was kneeling on the ground crying with some regret, her lips moved, but she didn't open her mouth to beg for mercy. After all, her Huahua is a fairy, how can a fairy do bad things, besides, this old lady From the very beginning, I wanted to use the lives of the two of them as sacrifices. If it wasn't for the curator's ability, he would have become a mummy long ago. When he thought that the curator was almost assassinated, He Qianlin's eyes became a little fierce.

In just one cup of tea, the old tree withered and fell, and the birds on the tree fluttered their wings from the bare trunk to the distance in panic. Wang Chunhua's figure suddenly appeared on the trunk of the dead tree. Looking at the lifeless but still able to grow dead tree, he slowly stretched out his long onion index finger.

The index finger was pressed against the icy tree trunk, and a gleam of light that was hard to see with the naked eye suddenly sank into the tree trunk, and the surrounding air suddenly became dark and cold. The strong wind blew up the withered yellow leaves and sand on the ground, fascinating people's eyes.

It was as if someone was crying, and then someone joined in. There were men and women, old and young, in the cries. This cry was like the harsh noise produced by two plastic plates rubbing against each other, which was unbearable.

Wang Chunhua's figure disappeared on the tree trunk, and appeared next to He Qianlin again. A gap suddenly appeared on the tree trunk where the index finger pointed. It rushed into the nasal cavity and spread to the internal organs, making people unstoppably nauseated and wanting to vomit.

The gap is getting bigger and bigger, the whole tree trunk is cracked, and a large stream of blood poured out endlessly from the tree trunk, turning into a sea of ​​blood in an instant, spreading over people's ankles, calves, and knees at a speed visible to the naked eye...

The people who were kneeling on the ground panicked and got up one after another trying to escape. They found that the blood was like a powerful coagulant, sticking to their feet and making them unable to move. They could only watch the blood spread more and more in horror. High, from knees to waist, to chest, to chin, and then the whole person was dragged into this endless blood, it seemed that the only thing left in the whole world was this endless red.

He Qianlin was a little panicked, but she didn't run away. She just squeezed Wang Chunhua's hand unconsciously and increased her strength, until a cool feeling suddenly fainted from her forehead, and the muddled state disappeared instantly, and she woke up after a cold war. , took a closer look, the previous sea of ​​blood had long since disappeared without a trace.

It was just the standing crowd, but their cheeks were swollen and blue, their conjunctiva were conjunctival bloodshot and filled with despair, and their hands were desperately waving towards the sky, like people who were drowning and desperately trying to survive, but couldn't grasp the straw.

He Qianlin watched these people dancing wildly out of thin air with lingering fear, she even saw someone's struggling hands slowly falling to her side, slowly, as if they were really in the water, her eyes burst open, as if she was a little unwilling, but more Uncontrollable fear.

"Mum...Mum..." Zhang Yang ran from a distance, his clothes were covered with dust and dirt, his hair was messed up, and he looked extremely embarrassed. Seeing that everyone in the village was in a strange state, he couldn't help rushing to Wang Chunhua Kneel down.

"Master curator, please, don't hurt them, I will bear their sins, please, save them, please!"

Zhang Yang was crying bitterly. What happened this day and night was really endless, but she didn't dare to touch it. She couldn't explain it. She didn't understand why all the people who disappeared in the village appeared. Seeing Wang Chunhua and He Qianlin being tied up, she vaguely understood But I couldn't believe the truth I had guessed.

Who is to blame for all this?Blame Wang Chunhua?But she was only invited by him out of good intentions, if it wasn't for her ability, she might have died here!

Blame Mom?But Mu Ma has devoted herself to the village for so many years, why did she use outsiders to sacrifice, Zhang Yang knows this well, people's hearts are crooked, it is better to kill others than to kill one's own!

Do you blame yourself?But if he knew the real situation earlier, would he be able to take the village and escape the rest of his life by killing people in exchange for his remaining life?

Blame ancestors?But they just wanted to find a place of blessing for their descendants. Didn't they all value these things in those days?

Maybe all of this is just a result of coincidences one after another, an unacceptable imperfect ending, who can be blamed?The only one who can blame it may be God, and then with my own hands, I will completely destroy this blessed place and cut off all the remnants and bad habits. If Wang Chunhua can let them go, maybe it will be a new beginning.

Wang Chunhua glanced at Zhang Yang who was prostrate at her feet, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, the sea of ​​blood in front of everyone disappeared in an instant, and the rest was gasping, and his eyes were full of the aftermath of the disaster. Fortunately.

The old lady hurriedly led the people in the village to kneel down towards Wang Chunhua. Seeing that she wanted to speak, Wang Chunhua quickly stretched out her hand and said coldly: "There are dozens of innocent souls in this tree. Don't tell me if you let her blood go." , I also carved a seal on the soles of the feet, let the soul be sent to the tree trunk, and will not be reborn forever, and I won’t let you go, I don’t care if I say it, but will you explain this matter to me from the beginning to the end?”

The old lady shivered, and felt that the air around her seemed to have cooled down again. Thinking of the previous phantom, the endless sea of ​​blood, she couldn't help shrinking her head, and with a sad face, told the secrets that had been hidden in the village for hundreds of years. out.

"This land is a yin house. The ancestors forcibly planted the tree of life and death, and set up formations around this terrain. In just 500 years, this land will become a dragon vein, and our village is at the throat. We only need you, only you, if you are ordinary people, our village can become a real dragon."

Wang Chunhua lowered her eyes and said softly: "If all kinds of sins are condensed into a dragon, it is also an evil dragon!"

The old lady stared at Wang Chunhua with a vicious gleam in her eyes: "Once the tree of life and death passes a hundred years, the descendants must abide by the agreement and offer sacrificial offerings every month for one year. The tree will continue to guard the village for 99 years, until 500 years, do you know? Tomorrow will be 95 hundred years, but you will destroy the tree of life and death!"

"Mum" Zhang Yang shook the old lady worriedly.

The old lady shivered, and suddenly remembered the strange scene of Wang Chunhua disappearing out of thin air. Suddenly, fear prevailed again. She almost forgot that this woman is not human at all. Zhang Yang, if she hadn't brought these two people back, the village would never have suffered such a blow, the tree of life and death would not have been destroyed, and the village would still be transformed into a dragon. Forever!

But all of this was destroyed by Zhang Yang, damn it, the old lady suddenly grabbed a small rock beside her and threw it at Zhang Yang's head, shouting as she threw it: "It's all you, it's all you, you ruined it!" The whole village, you ruined 500 years of painstaking efforts of our ancestors, you sinner!"

Zhang Yang didn't dodge, he was hit straight by a small stone, leaving blood from his forehead on the spot, maybe the old lady's memory of the endless blood sea before was still fresh, stimulated by the bright red, the whole person suddenly collapsed Foaming at the corner of the mouth on the ground, twitching endlessly.

The crowd couldn't hold back and flocked to the old lady, but they looked at Zhang Yang with hatred in their eyes. The hatred penetrated to the bone. If it wasn't for Wang Chunhua's deterrence, these people would tear Zhang Yang to pieces.

The rest of the people in the village looked at Wang Chunhua one after another, with fear, hostility, reluctance, and ready hatred in their eyes. It has been destroyed, and this place is not suitable for living, if there are still people alive after the trial tonight, then you should move out of here early tomorrow morning!"

Wang Chunhua squeezed He Qianlin's hand, turned around and left, walked a few steps, seemed to think of something, turned to a group of people looking at Zhang Yang with red eyes, and said, "Oh, by the way, whether you can survive the trial tonight depends on Zhang Yang After all, she has the greatest merit, if she can intercede for you, maybe the chance of surviving will be greater!"

"What trial?" Zhang Yang endured the pain on his forehead and asked in confusion, if she was willing to exchange her death for the continuation of the entire village.

"Of course it's the trial of these souls who cannot be saved, but for the sake of helping me find the tree of life and death, I notified King Yama that this will be a fair trial, and there will be a period later!" Wang Chunhua grinned and pulled He Qianlin strode out, but the moment her feet landed, she came to the van before entering the mountain.

He Qianlin couldn't close her mouth in surprise, she looked around excitedly and said, "Shrink the ground into a foot, isn't it?"

Wang Chunhua nodded with a smile, stared at He Qianlin's excited expression for a while, and then asked curiously, "You don't seem surprised at all?"

"Huahua is a fairy, isn't she?" He Qianlin grinned, showing her sharp little canine teeth.

Wang Chunhua looked at the deep dimples on He Qianlin's lips with a flash of eyes: "How do you know?"

"Huahua is so beautiful, it must not be a ghost. I can't think of anything else except being a fairy. But, Huahua, can you give me your bellyband?" He Qianlin blinked her eyes and asked sincerely.

"You asked what the bellyband is for, don't you have a sports bra?" Wang Chunhua's face darkened, and it happened again. The child had indirect convulsions. This is a disease that needs to be cured!

He Qianlin's pupils dilated slightly, and she said innocently, "I've never worn one. I see you wearing a bellyband, so I want it too!"

Crazy, it's none of your business if I wear a bellyband, Wang Chunhua rolled her eyes and refused without hesitation: "No!"

"You don't want to give it to me, don't you want to stay with me?" He Qianlin pursed her lips and stared straight at Wang Chunhua. The Cowherd also hid the Weaver Girl's bellyband, so the Weaver Girl gave up going back to the heaven and was willing to stay with the Cowherd By her side, she left Wang Chunhua's bellyband, so there's nothing wrong with letting Wang Chunhua stay by her side.

I don't know if it's dazzled or what, but Wang Chunhua actually saw a rare bleak look on He Qianlin's face, my God, this person's expression is getting richer and richer.

Wang Chunhua cleared her throat and said with a smile, "Why, if I didn't want to stay by your side, I would have left long ago!"

He Qianlin nodded, expressing her satisfaction. Are you kidding me? You can't sleep well without a bellyband, okay?Didn't the curator secretly lift his clothes while he was asleep over and over again?It's just a bellyband, so why can't I sneak it over, um, when I get over it, I must find a place to hide it, where should I hide it?