Approaching the bottom of the valley, the faces of the people in the valley gradually became clearer. Everyone was wearing black clothes with skulls embroidered on the back, and they were holding something that seemed to be a soul-calling flag, but the flag was not.
White, but black.
Those people were not standing in a pile, but were standing in different directions, motionless, with extremely solemn faces. One person in the middle wore a silver mask on his head, looking extremely ferocious.
Yuwen Zhouyuan counted and found that there were six people standing at the edge. Counting the one in the middle, there were seven in total.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't know what they were doing, he intuitively knew that they must be doing something shameful.
Suddenly, he saw the man with the silver mask in the middle raising his hand and opening his mouth as if to say something. Because he was far away, Yuwen Zhouyuan did not hear clearly what he was saying, but what happened next made him stunned.
I saw the bronze masked man throwing up the soul-calling flag in his hand. The soul-calling flag immediately flew into the air and hung there as if someone had caught it. Then, the six people around him also threw up the soul-calling flag, and followed it.
The person in the middle has a different soul-calling flag, and the other soul-calling flags automatically rotate around the middle one.
As the soul-calling flag rotated, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and a dark wind suddenly picked up, causing Yuwen Zhouyuan to feel goosebumps all over his body.
Not only that, the red liquid continued to flow from the seven soul-calling flags, falling around the seven people, and gradually formed many red lines on the ground. But the strange thing is that the red liquid did not penetrate into the soil after falling to the ground, nor did it spread.
, instead it flows like a stream on the ground, gradually becoming intricate and complex, forming a pattern that Yuwen Zhouyuan cannot understand.
The fishy smell in the air became stronger and stronger. As the cold wind blew, Yuwen Zhouyuan finally understood that the fishy smell was the smell of blood, and the red liquid turned out to be blood!
Suddenly, a crow flew up from the branches of the old locust tree and let out a shrill "croak" cry. It flapped its wings upwards in panic, preparing to fly out of the valley, but before it flew a few feet, it suddenly fell upside down on a green onion.
He fell to the ground with a "snap" and died.
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A faint black gas floated out from the valley not far away and slowly moved towards Dongliukouzi Village.
The black gas reached the entrance of Dongliukouzi Village and suddenly stopped. Then it split into two streams and spread in opposite directions, gradually surrounding the entire village.
Then, the black air became more and more intense, mixed with blood, and suddenly swarmed into the village like wild horses running wild.
The black skin at the door of the village urchin Yuan Zhengang's house raised its head from the ground alertly, but before it could open its mouth to bark, it was immediately drowned by the black air. Then, blood oozed from its eyes, ears, mouth and nose at the same time, and its limbs twitched.
, his head drooped and he died silently.
Luo Zhengdao, the only god in Dongliukouzi Village, suddenly woke up from a nightmare. He opened his eyes in horror and saw a thick black air in front of him rushing towards him with claws and teeth. He was so frightened that even the dead were scared.
As fast as he could in his life, he took out the three Taoist talismans that were pressed under his pillow, and stuck them on his body regardless of anything.
More than ten years ago, he rescued a Taoist priest who was covered in blood and served him carefully for three days. The Taoist priest gave it to him before leaving, saying that these three talismans could save his life, so Luo Zhengdao always kept them
Keep it by your side in case of emergencies.
But he was still a step too late, black energy suddenly enveloped his body, and he screamed and fell to the ground.
The black energy continued to spread toward his head, but at this moment, the three Taoist symbols attached to Luo Zhengdao's body suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, and then burned all of a sudden.
The black energy seemed to have seen its nemesis and rushed out of Luo Zhengdao's house. Then, Luo Zhengdao's house became clear again.
The black air also spread toward the hut where Yuan Zhengang lived, but when it came to a place three feet in front of Yuan Zhengang, it suddenly seemed as if it encountered some obstacle and could no longer move forward.
Yuan Zhengang, who was sleeping deeply, knew nothing. He was still dreaming of a sweet dream. He dreamed that when he helped his grandfather collect medicine, he actually picked a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, so he burst out laughing happily.
Yuan Zhengang smiled foolishly in his dream, and his smile lasted until dawn.
When he got up from the bed, the sky was still overcast and the rain was still pouring down, with no intention of stopping.
Vaguely, he felt that the air had a peculiar smell today, but he didn't think much about it, thinking it might be caused by the rain.
The first thing he did after getting up was to tell his grandpa about the beautiful things in his sleep, "Grandpa, grandpa, I had a dream!" Yuan Zhengang shouted, jumped up from the bed, and rushed towards grandpa's room.
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Grandpa is still sleeping with his head covered.
"Grandpa, grandpa, don't sleep. I have a dream and I want to tell you about it!" Yuan Zhengang opened his grandfather's quilt, but the scene in front of him could not help but make him feel frightened.
Black blood oozed from Grandpa's orifices and was stained all over the quilt and sheets.
"Grandpa!" Yuan Zhengang screamed. He felt his eyes darkening. He touched the tip of his grandfather's nose with trembling hands. When he looked around, he found that his grandfather had long since lost his breath.
"No, Grandpa, you can't leave me!" Yuan Zhengang screamed, tears welled up from his eyes, and he grabbed Grandpa's arm.
Grandpa's arms were cold, and he had obviously been dead for a long time.
"Grandpa! Grandpa, don't die, don't leave me, you haven't seen me take the exam for meritorious service! Grandpa, grandpa, I will definitely listen to you in the future, study hard, take exams well, and never disobey you again.
I’m sorry, you don’t want to die!” Yuan Zhengang burst into tears.
His parents died when he was six years old, and he has been living with his grandfather for six or seven years. When his parents died, because he was still young, he didn't feel much grief. He cried and cried for a few days and then gradually forgot about it, but by now he was sensible.
He lost his grandfather again, and the grief of losing a loved one hit his unprepared heart like an overwhelming force, making him cry to death.
But after crying for a long time, there was no movement in the village, and no one came into the house to ask.
Yuan Zhen just wiped away his tears and forced himself to calm down, thinking that this would not work. Crying alone was not the solution. He must inform others to take care of his grandfather's future. As a child, he could not handle such a big thing.
He first thought of Uncle Qian, Dongliukou Zhongluo, Qian and Wang are the common surnames. The Yuan family is a single family in Dongliukou, with no branches or relatives. On weekdays, these neighbors take care of each other and have a close relationship.
Relatives need to be closer.
Thinking of Uncle Qian, Yuan Zhengang immediately stood up, opened the door and walked out. When he passed the dilapidated doorway, he suddenly stumbled, as if he had tripped over something.
He looked down at his feet through the hazy skylight and couldn't help but jump up.
Heipi was lying on his hands and knees in the doorway, with black blood oozing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. His death condition was exactly the same as his grandfather's.
"Black skin!" Yuan Zhengang couldn't help but screamed and took several steps back.
"Did Grandpa and Hei Pi eat something and be poisoned?" Yuan Zhengang's mind raced, "But how is this possible? There isn't even a pack of rat poison in the house. How could Hei Pi and Grandpa be poisoned?"
"Uncle Qian, come on, something happened to our family!" Yuan Zhen was even more panicked when he thought of this. He hurriedly opened the courtyard door, ran to Uncle Qian's door, and banged the door hard.
But after smashing it for a long time, there was no movement inside.
The panic in Yuan Zhengang's heart became more and more intense, and he vaguely felt that the matter was more serious than what he saw, but he did not dare to think about it anymore, and continued to smash the door while crying.
There was still no movement at all inside.
There was no movement not only at Uncle Qian's house, but also at other houses in the village. I had been crying here for so long and smashing the door for so long, but no one in the village even came out to see what was going on.
The village was too quiet. At first, Yuan Zhengang was immersed in grief and did not feel it. Slowly, he discovered this fact, and the grief in his heart slowly disappeared, replaced by a heartfelt panic.
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A dark wind blew over, and Yuan Zhengang shivered involuntarily. He was too frightened to cry at this time.
"Uncle Qian! Uncle Qian! Come out!" He could only shout in a low voice now, but the more he shouted, the more fear in his heart grew and the goosebumps on his body grew more and more.
An unpleasant premonition gradually arose in my heart: Could it be that Uncle Qian and the people in the village were also dead like Grandpa and Heipi?
This thought hit him so hard that he almost fell to the ground.
"No, no, how could such a thing happen? I must be thinking wildly!" Yuan Zhengang shook his head hurriedly, trying to squeeze this terrifying thought out of his head.
Taking courage in his heart, he stopped knocking on Uncle Qian's door, and came to a low place in the wall of Qian's courtyard. He grabbed the top of the wall, jumped up with all his strength, and then jumped up from the wall that was as high as one person.
He jumped up and down, and arrived under Uncle Qian's window sill in three or two steps.
"Uncle Qian, Uncle Qian, don't sleep, my grandfather is dead!" Yuan Zhengang shouted as loudly as possible.
But there was no sound at all in the room.
The bad thoughts in Yuan Zhengang's mind rose again. At this time, he stopped being afraid and hurriedly grabbed the window lattice of Uncle Qian's house and pulled it down with all his strength.
The scene inside the house made Yuan Zhengang heartbroken. Uncle Qian, Aunt Qian, and the two sons of the Zhao family, Dazhu and Erqiang, were all lying on the bed bleeding from their orifices. Their faces were pale, and they had obviously been dead for a long time.
"Uncle Qian!" Yuan Zhengang couldn't help but screamed and cried again.
But this time he didn't cry for long. He hurriedly opened the door of Qian's house and ran towards Uncle Luo's house.
The situation of the Luo family was the same. The whole family died on the bed bleeding from their orifices. What made Yuan Zhengang especially sad was that even sister Jiaqi, whom he secretly liked, died in this way. The originally crystal clear face was now covered with a mask.
The layers are gray and white, and the fragrance has disappeared.