"Brother, the mountains have been blocked by heavy snow this month, and there are almost no living people who have wandered into the ghost tunnel. We almost found a living person the day before the sacrifice. It is really not easy."
"In the twelfth lunar month, one less brother will die and one more family will be reunited. It's the best."
A deep sigh: "Brother is talking about... the one in the shrine recently... well, the frequency of soul requests is getting higher and higher, first for half a year, then for three months. Could it be that the world is about to change again?"
"Don't presume to speculate on God's will." After a pause, he added, "Go and guard outside first. The time for soul purification is a bit tight today, so don't let anyone disturb me."
Before Jing Che was half awake and half blurred, he heard the conversation between the two men. It was as if they were separated by time and space in the air, and the sound of footsteps was getting farther and farther, and his consciousness gradually returned to his original position.
She wanted to stand up, but as soon as she struggled, the iron chains binding her whole body made a loud noise, and her whole body seemed to be wrapped in an airtight cocoon.
Jing Che no longer wasted any effort, and his eyes quickly adapted to the darkness. A group of firelight on the far wall changed from blur to clear, and the flame's heart beat at the frequency of a human heart.
There was a clear ringing sound in his ears, and Jing Che realized that there was a man standing next to him. From this angle, he could only see the outline of his chin, which was clear and straight, as tall and firm as a distant mountain.
Something is indescribably familiar.
"If you have any last wishes, you can tell me." The man's voice had a charming magnetism.
Jing Che felt a little dizzy when he heard it, and quickly realized that it was a kind of sexual sound. He tensed up his nerves to prevent his consciousness from being invaded. As soon as he started asking about his last words, it was like a routine inquiry, it seemed to be a procedure.
Although Jing Che didn't know what the process was, he didn't need to think too much to know that he was in danger: "Oh, last wish? Not to mention whether I have one or not, even if I have it, why should I tell you?"
The man was concentrating on untying the knot on the bell. Hearing this, he glanced at Jing Che and said, "Then what is the past that you most want to go back to?"
Jing Che was slightly startled. The past that he most wanted to go back to?
Is it the three years of being a master and apprentice? Going back means that she still misses him, but she is already heartbroken and determined to make a clean break with the past.
"I didn't go there," Jing Che chuckled and replied nonchalantly, "What do you want to do, you don't have to beat around the bush with me."
The man simply stopped what he was doing and looked down at the girl in red on the ground with curiosity. Most of the other people who were caught here were crying and screaming to get out. There are not many such calm women anymore.
"You are such an interesting person, and your soul must also be very interesting."
Jing Che was startled, then laughed: "Do you think the mutilated soul is interesting?"
The man's eyebrows moved, obviously in disbelief, and his palm unexpectedly quickly pressed down on Jing Che's head. After a moment of exploration, he slowly moved his hand away and came to the conclusion: "Three souls are missing, but it doesn't matter. It was meant to be purified.
"
"What exactly do you want to do?"
The man knelt down and looked directly into Jing Che's eyes, as if he was showing respect. However, when Jing Che saw this face, he was so surprised that he immediately lost his words.
The man said seriously every word: "Sacrifice."
***
The small wine shop on the wide road outside the mountain faced the wind and snow, and the thatched roof seemed to be shaking.
The stove in the room was steaming hot, and the just-warm wine was half cold.
"Where is the Ghost Village?"
"On the first day of some months, strange bells and soul cries will appear in the mountains, and sometimes even the sky will be dyed crimson. Some people have seen a group of people walking out of thin air from the mountains, but they quickly disappear.
When I went in to investigate, I found a village embedded in the mountain. Later, when word spread, some people wanted to go and find out more, but they never came out again, so that place was called the Ghost Village. Most people did not dare to go around that mountain road.
But, even if you have to take a shortcut, you will find a guide here," Su Yue explained, her pretty eyebrows suddenly jumped, "Oh no! Isn't it thirty today? Tomorrow is the first day of junior high school."
Baili Fengjian said nothing, the usual careless smile at the corner of his mouth solidified, and the eyebrows that flew into the temples were slightly raised. The sound of bells and the cry of souls must be some kind of sacrifice, and the sky was dyed crimson,
This shows that this sacrifice is a blood sacrifice.
If Hong Yi was... no, A Che's whereabouts were still in her hands.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt confident and said: "I will go into the mountains to find her right away."
Su Yue was about to speak, but Gu Zhan gently pinched her sleeve. She understood what he meant, it was just to stay less involved in other people's affairs, but human life was at stake, how could she stand idly by.
Su Yue signaled Gu Zhan not to be nervous and said, "I'll take you in and go together. I'm familiar with the road here."
Baili Fengjian did not refuse. Although he and Su Yuezhong were separated by thousands of years, they were both disciples of the Sword Saint Sect. Needless to say, they were familiar with each other. Moreover, now that his spiritual power was restricted, one more person would also be an extra share.
Insurance.
It was mid-afternoon, and the snowy light flashed in my eyes, and there was a hint of unknown confusion.
Su Yue insisted on looking for Hongyi together, but Gu Zhan could only follow her wishes, and the three of them entered the mountains together.
The wind swept the dense snow towards our faces. The three of them were speechless all the way, searching everywhere with sharp eyes, but there was only the miserable whiteness all over the mountains and plains.
After walking for a long time, I saw a brown thing with most of its shape exposed in the snow. I walked over and took a look, and it turned out to be a dead horse.
It's the horse in red.
The footsteps around him were a little messy, and they were all covered by the snow, leaving only a faint mark. They looked a little messy, as if the person was walking in circles.
He couldn't tell which direction he was walking in. Baili Fengjian couldn't help but think, how far could that woman go on foot in the cold weather? He didn't know how much endurance she had, but it always exceeded his imagination.
, beyond one’s limits.
"There must be a legal barrier here, so the girl in red keeps ghosting against the wall here," Su Yue glanced around, "It is true that ghosts often break into the wall here, but usually just close your eyes and keep walking.
"
"How are you going to find someone with your eyes closed?" Baili Fengjian's mouth curved calmly, he stood on a dead branch that stretched out horizontally, and his dark eyes looked down at the surroundings keenly.
In the flash of lightning and fire, a sharp silvery thorn shot out of his sleeve, a sharp meow came into his ears, and a civet cat appeared, falling from mid-air into the snow.
"It is indeed a snow civet demon." Baili Fengjian picked up its tail and held it in his hand. The civet demon meowed at Gu Zhan, as if he wanted to ask his king for help.
But Gu Zhan turned a blind eye, but Su Yue said anxiously: "Don't kill it!"