He said he was leaving, but he didn't really leave.
After Song Ling and others followed Shuanzi out of Feiyu Valley, they turned around and cast another concealment technique, and quietly touched back. This time Dogwood was left outside, on the one hand, it gave Song Ling a break, and on the other hand, Song Ling
I'm worried that things will get bigger and I won't have time to take care of Dogwood by then.
At this time, the night was dark and windy, and the entire Feiyu Valley fell into an eerie silence. Only a few courtyards had light.
"My father, don't say that next time." Shuanzi's mother's voice was very low, as if she was afraid that someone would hear her, "And Shuanzi, what you brought back today was reported to the village.
Most people have seen it, how much criticism does it have to face?"
The tiles were lifted.
Song Ling saw Shuanzi squatting at the table with a look of grievance on his face, trying to defend himself. He opened his mouth several times, but could not say anything.
Shuanzi's father didn't say anything. He put one hand on the table and kept pouring wine into his mouth with the other.
"I know you don't want to follow the Nine-Headed God, but where can we go? You've been killing pigs for a year, and you can't even collect taxes once." Mother Shuanzi held a puppet in her arms and spoke to the two of them earnestly.
Said: "We have finally saved some money and can live a comfortable life here. Why do we have to travel here and there and live such a homeless life?"
It was a big bird with nine heads.
Carved wood, blue-grey.
The face on each head has a kind-hearted feeling.
But the more this happens, the more terrifying this big bird, which is as big as a human head, becomes.
Mother Shuanzi picked up the puppet and rubbed it against her face, squatted down next to Father Shuanzi, softened her voice and said, "I do it for the good of our family. There will be a festival soon. Even if you don't want to participate, then you can."
You have to go through the motions and don't let anyone find out the clues."
Seeing that Shuanzi was still aggrieved, Ms. Shuanzi quickly let go of the puppet and went to hug Shuanzi.
boom!
There was a loud noise.
The three people below, including Song Ling and Song Mo, were all shocked.
What made the sound were fireworks, and the place where the fireworks were lit was a large martial arts stage in the middle of the village.
The tranquility of the night was also broken at this time.
Countless villagers rushed out of their homes, either shouting loudly or praying with lowered eyebrows, with absolute fanaticism on their faces. Shuanzi's family also ran out. Although he was not happy, Shuanzi still managed to squeeze out a smile and followed
Beside your parents, push forward with all your strength.
"This nine-headed god is definitely not a good thing." Song Mo rolled up his sleeves, looked at the eloquent middle-aged man standing on the martial arts stage, and said, "Should we stand closer? We are so far apart, and we will wait for a while.
If I do it, I'm afraid someone will be hurt."
After following Song Ling for a long time, Song Mo certainly knew how Song Ling acted.
"Let's wait and see." Song Ling shook her head.
But soon, things developed and Song Ling could no longer stand by and watch.
The crazy villagers, led by the middle-aged man, actually started to scream and kneel on the ground, and pushed out a child, choosing it as a sacrifice to the Nine-Headed God. The selected child,
Surprisingly, it was A Niu who was with Shuan Zi during the day.
"Let him go!" Shuanzi suddenly roared.
Mother Shuan Zi panicked and covered her son's mouth, tears instantly streaming down her face, and she explained: "No, no, Shuan Zi doesn't want to disobey the Nine-Headed God, nor does he want to disobey you."
The so-called you are naturally the leader standing on the martial arts stage.
"Do you want to save that child?" Song Mo asked.
After a while, A Niu was tied up with a hemp rope and hung on a high shelf where firewood was piled. It seemed that the group of people wanted to light a fire and burn A Niu to death as a sacrifice for Na Laoshizi.
Song Ling hummed and was about to speak when she suddenly felt some pressure coming from above her head.
"Wait a minute -" She quickly grabbed Song Mo, formed a seal with one hand, held her palm up, then cast a layer of concealment technique, and said, "Something is coming. You and I should separate and wait and see what happens."
After finishing speaking, Song Ling let go of her hand and drifted into the crowd below like a fallen leaf.
Something is indeed coming.
Under the starless and moonless night sky, the black nine-headed Garuda almost blends into the night. When it spreads its wings, a faint golden light will appear under the dark feathers, and mortals will see it.
, usually be confused and tempted by this light.
"It's the Nine-Headed God!"
"The Nine-Headed God has arrived!"
The man on the stage shouted loudly and immediately fell to the ground.
Other villagers, led by the man, also began to shout the name of the nine-headed god and kowtow devoutly.
Is this the so-called Nine-Headed God?
Song Mo sneered, showing great disdain for that stupid bird. As for the group of mortals below who were kowtowing at the risk of their lives, they were even more stupid.
Thinking of this, he raised his eyelids and looked at Song Ling in the crowd, his eyes turning gentle.
There are also special beings among rotten people.
The nine-headed Garuda did not land, but circled around in the air. It was examining the ants under it, and at the same time, it was also exploring what kind of aura made it feel uneasy and unable to descend.
Enjoy the offerings.
Perhaps because the nine-headed golden-winged bird never fell, the middle-aged man shouted loudly: "The nine-headed gods think that we are not sincere. Quickly, take out the gold, silver and jewelry, and choose another virgin to calm us down."
The dissatisfaction of the nine-headed god."
The villagers all followed blindly. As soon as they heard that the Nine-Headed God was angry, they immediately went home, collected the belongings they had saved for several months from home, and returned to the martial arts stage with them.
And that virgin...
The middle-aged man looked at the little girl in Dad Shuanzi's arms.
"Let her be the one, she is smart, cute, well-behaved and sensible. She is suitable to be presented to the Nine-Headed God." The man said, turning to look at Shuanzi Niang, and motioned for her to carry the child on the stage.
"Don't even think about it!" Shuanzi's father suddenly shouted loudly, pulled out a butcher's knife from his waist, waved it and shouted: "Let's see who dares to touch my daughter! Shuanzi, take your mother with you, let's leave.
This damn place!"
Shuanzi responded and grabbed his mother.
Seeing Shuanzi's father resisting, the middle-aged man raised his hand and asked the men around him to pick him up.
"Mom, we have to get out of here." Shuanzi held her mother's hand tightly and whispered: "Today it's Niuniu, tomorrow it will be me, and the day after tomorrow it will be you! Dad said, as long as we stay here
, sooner or later you will be eaten by that monster."
As soon as the word monster was spoken, the nine-headed golden-winged bird in the air roared loudly, circled and swooped, as if to pick up the bolt.
Boom.
The sharp claws of the nine-headed Garuda struck the invisible barrier.
Song Ling showed up with a flick of his sleeves, raised his head to look at the nine-headed golden-winged bird, and said, "How dare you call yourself a god, just a mere beast?"
As soon as the words came out, two purple thunders hit the back of the nine-headed Garuda.
Maybe he didn't expect that someone would take action without following the rules. After the nine-headed Garuda was stunned for a while, it let out a sharp roar from its throat and pounced down with its sharp claws with murderous intent.
It's a pity that Song Mo didn't give it a chance to meet Song Ling.