Xin Zihao said, "It says that when a hundred live animals are killed, blood rain will fall from the sky, and you will see the Wind Valley."
Wang Quan raised his eyebrows, "Kill a hundred people and then there will be blood rain? Isn't that already done? "
He raised his axe and chopped down, killing a hundred zombies was more than enough.
And there were the dozens of disciples with cerebral palsy behind the North Mountain.
Blood rain did fall from the sky.
Then the question was …
"Where is the Red River? It can't be the Red River that crossed the Red River four times. "
Xin Zihao scratched his head, "Err … I think it might be the red river."
The red river …
Wang Quan rubbed his chin, "Blood rain … If there is a river in this village, then that's it."
With that, he turned around to leave.
"Wait!" Cheng Weihua stopped him, "Listen to the sacrificial ceremony first, you can't just rush in like that."
Wang Quan stopped and looked back, his face calm, eyes scarlet, and he said nothing.
Xin Zihao's Adam's apple moved up and down, he quickly ran inside and picked up the third scroll.
Then the fourth, the fifth.
He basically skimmed through them.
Then he switched to the thread-bound ancient book.
It took him twenty minutes to read about two-thirds of the content.
Then he began to explain without waiting for the others to ask.
"I think I understand the situation, the crux of this village is the curse of the immortal god's bloodline.
"Wang Mang ate the immortal god's flesh and blood, so he got the immortal body. After he was dismembered, his head was kept by the royal family until the fire in Luoyang's arsenal during the Jin Hui Emperor's reign. If Wang Mang's head was really burned at that time, maybe the fire was the way to restrain the immortal body.
"After all, if the immortal god was really Da Feng, then the wind would help the fire, and the fire would restrain the wind.
"Anyway, Queen Xiaoping, who led people to build Fenggu Village, found that because of her father, she and her daughter were also cursed. Their hair was white.
"Then …"
He looked up at Wang Quan, not daring to say anything.
Wang Quan looked calm, "Then what?"
Xin Zihao couldn't bear it, but he still said,
"Later, she wanted to break the curse, so she sacrificed her daughter to the immortal god to atone for her sins. After that, she used the surname of her daughter's wet nurse to establish the Feng Family. At the same time, she founded the sect. Since then, she has been the head of the family for every generation until now. "
Wang Quan narrowed his eyes. "You mean she's lived for nearly two thousand years?"
"Strictly speaking, it's not written in the book. It's all the guesses of the previous village chiefs." Xin Zihao explained, "According to the book, the High Priest of every generation will indeed grow old. If they really don't age and die, it doesn't make sense.
"Also, since Wang Mang could use dismemberment and incineration to deal with it, there's no reason she wouldn't know. If he really wanted to break free from the curse, he could just burn himself to death.
"The reason why the previous village chiefs made such a guess was mainly because the Feng family's successive clan leaders were all female, and it just so happened that a white-haired girl was born every two generations, and they all looked very similar."
At this moment, Wang Quan's mind was incredibly clear.
Using his intuition to think for a moment, he nodded and said, "I have a rough idea of the situation. Then we can just use fire to deal with her, right?"
"Not necessarily. It's just a possibility."
"Alright, that's it then. Let's go."
Wang Quan took the lead and pulled the handcart while Cheng Weihua and the rest followed behind with their weapons. The five of them walked out of the village.
When they passed by the empty space where the cart was parked, Wang Quan glanced at the little sheep that was still chained beside the tree.
The little sheep was covered in blood rain, and it looked pitiful.
Wang Quan sighed. He walked over and placed the newspaper umbrella on the little sheep before he patted the seat.
When they arrived at the riverside, the river was indeed red.
After watching quietly for a while, Cheng Weihua asked, "You're an escapee, so logically speaking, you don't have to complete the mission. You can leave now, right? If I'm not mistaken, after the blood rain, the Phantom Hits the Wall should be gone."
Wang Quan smiled. He turned around and spread his hands. "That's about it. Give me all the bombs you've stored. I'll take care of the rest.
"You guys stay here and remember to kill a few more zombies. Otherwise, if the blood rain stops, I won't be able to come back."
Cheng Weihua took a step back. "I'll go too."
He looked up at Wang Quan. "Feng Ah Jiu should be very important to you and me, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't have carved her name on my arm."
Wang Quan did not say anything. He just watched quietly.
After a while, he smiled. "Not bad, Old Cheng. You didn't let me down."
He took out a cigarette and wanted to pass one to Cheng Weihua, but the rain was too heavy, so he put the cigarette away.
'Forget it, I'll talk about it after everything is over.'
Glancing at Xin Zihao and the rest, Wang Quan smiled. "Don't be so serious. Come on, smile. I'll leave these two boxes of gold to you guys. If I come back with any less, I'll make you pay. "
After that, he did not hesitate and walked into the river until the water covered his head.
Cheng Weihua ordered, "I'll leave this place to you guys. Remember, if the rain gets lighter, go into the village and kill a few zombies to maintain the situation. Then, keep watch by the river. Remember, don't split up and don't go into houses with poor visibility. "
Lin Yu nodded. "Don't worry, Leader. I'll keep an eye on them."
"Mm-hmm."
Cheng Weihua did not say anything else. He took a deep breath and dived into the river.
…
Blood-colored snowflakes fell from the gloomy sky.
The ground was also dyed in a thick layer of blood.
Countless zombies crawled out of the bloody river in a line and slowly moved towards the North Mountain.
Further north of the North Mountain was a forest that stretched as far as the eye could see.
In the middle of the forest, there was a huge empty field.
At the north of the empty field near the forest was a giant windmill that was 300 meters tall.
The four giant blades on the windmill were not moving at all.
Ninety-nine people stood in front of the windmill.
They were dressed in ancient Han dynasty ceremonial robes and stood in two rows. Their hands were crossed and their heads were lowered. They were silently chanting an incomprehensible incantation.
In front of them was a two-meter-tall stone altar.
There were two people standing on the altar as well.
Two white-haired women.
One of them looked like she was in her twenties while the other looked like she was not even 20 years old.
They were also dressed in the splendid attire of the Han dynasty.
Both of them had phoenix crowns on their heads.
The high priestess' smile was very gentle. "Ah Jiu, this day has finally come."
The well-dressed girl beside her was expressionless and did not say a word.
"Are you still waiting for him? You know that it's useless. " The high priestess' smile was still gentle and fanatical. "It's been almost 2,000 years. You've sought death so many times, but what was the result? Both you and I are cursed. No matter how many times we die, we will only be reincarnated again. "
Feng Ah Jiu finally reacted this time.
Her voice was cold. "What atonement? Mother, you just want to use me to end all of this. Then you can replace my body, get rid of the curse, and live a normal life."
"It's great that you can understand mother." The high priestess looked at Ah Jiu with even more gentle eyes.
She could not help but raise her hand to caress Ah Jiu's face. "That man is the man you chose, right? He is indeed a very strong and confident man.
"Don't worry. After you die, mother will use your body to accompany him, cook for his children, and live a normal and happy life. You don't have to be sad, because the girl who will enjoy the life of an ordinary person with him is Feng Ah Jiu. "
Feng Ah Jiu closed her eyes and said lightly, "Brother will come."
"He won't come, and it's useless even if he does."
"Brother is my hero. He promised me that he would come and save me. Brother will definitely fulfill his promise."
"What a cute child."
The high priestess was too lazy to talk nonsense.
She turned around and ordered, "The auspicious time has come. Let's begin."
Feng Sixi, who was below, nodded respectfully. He was about to speak when the sound of wind breaking came from afar!
A fire axe was embedded in Feng Sixi's head!
A voice rang out.
"So many of you are bullying a little girl here? As the messenger of justice, I can't just sit back and do nothing. "
Everyone turned around in shock!
They saw a young man in a navy blue suit walking over leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth.
His smile was refreshing.
His eyes were scarlet red.
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