The next day, the sixth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar.
The gloomy East Zhang Village finally had a hint of liveliness. The Zhang Family Smithy was going to hold a wedding.
East Zhang Village had already known about this so-called wedding half a month ago. Old Zhang was going to marry his daughter to a fool he picked up from the streets.
In the past, the villagers might have talked about it as a joke. However, under the dark clouds of war, no one had the mood to do so.
Many people were already hungry. Now that the Zhang Family was going to hold a wedding, they would definitely hold a banquet. Therefore, the villagers went to the Zhang Family to help.
They were busy until night time. There were a few red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the Zhang Family Smithy. Coupled with some laughter, it looked like a wedding.
Old Zhang's original plan was to hold three to five tables. However, when he thought that everyone's life was not easy, he gritted his teeth and held ten tables.
However, the food on each table was not very sumptuous. There were a few plates of wild vegetables and a bowl of soup with oil visible. Even so, many of the originally pale villagers ate their fill.
After the meal, some children formed groups to play, shouting that they wanted to make a scene in the bridal chamber.
The white-haired young man was wearing a clean green shirt with a red flower hanging on his chest. He was surrounded by many children and only cared about giggling.
The villagers wanted to tell him to treat the woman well in the future. However, when they thought of the former's IQ, they did not bother to say anything.
Old Zhang did not mind. After the crowd dispersed, he dragged the white-haired young man into the house and said with a complicated expression, "Do you know what to do when you go in?"
"Sleep …" The white-haired young man said happily.
Old Zhang wanted to say something, but in the end, he sighed softly, "Forget it, go in."
"I'm hungry …" The white-haired young man hurriedly shook his head.
"Get in. You can eat tomorrow."
Old Zhang was so angry that he directly pushed him into the newly decorated room. Then, ignoring the young man's resistance, he forcefully locked the door from the outside.
"Mother of the child, you can rest in peace …"
Old Zhang wiped his tears, picked up a blanket, and walked into the smithy. He took out the fruit wine that he brewed himself and drank it in one gulp.
Under such a hazy moonlight, the entire Lin 'an County set off a silent and silent bloody massacre.
The hundred-thousand-strong army was divided into many small teams and rushed to dozens of small villages under the county. The cold blades cut through the throats and pierced into the warm, innocent bodies …
Outside Lin 'an County, in the midst of the dense torches, a newly built huge altar could be vaguely seen. The altar was about a thousand square meters, and there were all kinds of strange runes drawn on it.
The area below the altar was filled with spiritual energy.
The Spiritual Qi was so dense that it was almost liquefied, and one could vaguely see streams of dragon-shaped airflow supporting the entire altar. In the middle of the altar, there were a dozen gloomy men in black robes, chanting something.
The black-robed old man in the lead of the altar pinched his fingers lightly, his expression constantly changing.
The person beside him asked, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
The black-robed old man frowned, "In order to complete this Thousand Spirit Devourer Formation, I'm afraid we need a ferocious spirit as the main spirit …"
"Ferocious spirit?"
One of the black-robed men replied, "The people we kill are at most souls of the dead. A ferocious spirit needs to have a great amount of resentment. It's best if it's a person with the eight characters of the horoscope and the weather tonight …"
"That's right, it's best if it's a woman! “
Someone else replied, "Women are of the Yin attribute, and they're dressed in red. If they were to undergo the concoction of the Fallen Spirits Sect, they would be able to give birth to a ferocious spirit …"
The black-robed old man pondered for a long time before giving his orders, "Pass down my orders, if any of the villages see any women dressed in red, bring them all here …"
…
Dong Zhang Village, in the dead of night.
Every household had their doors tightly shut. Apart from the red lanterns hanging outside Zhang Yuanwai and Zhang Ji's smithy, the entire Dong Zhang Village was in a state of silence.
Inside Zhang Yuanwai's Mansion
Dozens of black shadows appeared in the darkness of the night. All of them leaped up at the same time, climbing the walls and leaping into the mansion.
"Plop! Plop! Plop! "
The darkness of the night was filled with the glaring gleam of a blade. One by one, corpses fell to the ground, as the pungent smell of blood permeated the air.
Within a few breaths of time, the entire mansion, including the servants and the guards, were all dead.
"Old master, you've hurt me …"
"Old master's spirit is almost lost because of you …"
At this point, from the largest room, a faint sound of pain and numbness could be heard.
More than a dozen black shadows silently moved forward to meet them.
Within the huge room, the fat man, Zhang Yuanwai, was hugging a woman dressed in red, panting heavily, "Little Xiang 'er, if you can give old master a baby this time, old master will give you a title …"
"Old master still needs to buy you a lot of high quality rouge and face powder. Old master doesn't lack money …"
Just as this voice was about to reach its climax, a bright curved blade pierced through the curtains and sliced Zhang Yuanwai's neck.
Blood flowed like a fountain.
"Ah!!!"
The woman on the bed was scared out of her wits.
Another blade slashed towards her, but it was stopped by someone, "Don't kill her, bring her back …"
This scene seemed to be playing out in every house in Dong Zhang Village. The dark red color of blood rippled in the night.
In Zhang Ji Iron Shop, several men dressed in black approached like ghosts, their shining blades piercing through the darkness.
"Child's mother …"
In the simple wooden shed, the drunken Old Zhang had already fallen asleep, mumbling as if he was sleep-talking.
"What's that sound?"
One of the men in black stopped in his tracks, then turned around and walked step by step towards the wooden shed on the side.
At this moment, a black cat suddenly jumped out of the wooden shed, letting out an ear-piercing cry as it fled in panic.
"So it's a stray cat …"
The man let out a sigh of relief, then turned around to look at the brightly lit house, and said in a low voice, "There's only one left."
…
In the simple and crude bridal room, the oil lamp was bright.
Cui Hua, who had long since put on a red wedding dress, quietly looked at the white-haired youth who was eating a piece of cake in front of her. Her slightly delicate and pretty facial features had a touch of captivating red.
When the white-haired youth finished eating the cake in his hand, she couldn't help but reach out to wipe the corner of his mouth, and softly said, "Are you full?"
"Hungry …"
The white-haired youth looked at her anxiously.
Cui Hua was immediately annoyed, and unhappily said, "Eat, eat, eat. You only know how to eat. Don't you know what day it is tonight?"
"Hungry …"
The youth said in a low and muffled voice, then got up, obviously wanting to go out to find food.
"Don't move first."
Cui Hua immediately pressed him down, and fiercely said, "Listen to me for a few words, I'll find something for you to eat."
The white-haired youth obediently sat down, very obedient.
(End of this chapter)
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