The Taoist priest was silent for a long time in this dark sea, among the kneeling crowds.
Those women never made any other move, and seemed to dare not make any move.
The Taoist priest did not relax, his fingertips were still resting on the blood curse in his arms. The Taoist priest tensed his body, looked around, and asked with raised eyebrows, "You call me a prophet?"
"prophet!"
The women only answered with these two vague words.
"Why do you think I am your prophet?" the Taoist asked calmly.
The women kneeling on the ground turned their heads left and right and looked at their companions in fear.
After that, the woman closest to the Taoist priest, the one who appeared first and was beaten the hardest, knelt down and moved a few steps forward. She raised her right hand tremblingly and pointed at the man who was still struggling on the water.
woman.
"Blood!……"
The Taoist priest nodded slowly.
Sure enough, this answer was within his expectation.
The blood dried little by little on his hand, and the Taoist priest moved his hand to his nose and smelled it.
What came to mind was what I read in the second book at the village chief's house.
My feeling is right.
This immortal prophet is the same as him.
***
Luo Jiutian stood amidst the ashes of spells flying in the sky, dumbfounded.
Because he was so shocked, he didn't even think of that terrible conclusion for the first time.
The blood curse in the entire village has been broken.
Those suppressed innocent souls, those souls that have been dormant alone in the well for a long time, are now free.
Rustling, rustling...
There was a strange friction sound in the ancestral hall, and Luo Jiutian woke up from the shock, his eyes suddenly piercing the dark red back door of the ancestral hall.
The breeze passed through the hall, making the closed door creak.
Rustling, rustling...
The source of the sound was inside the door.
Luo Jiutian turned around and tried to open the iron door of the crematorium for the last time. After the last failure, he took a deep breath.
"Taoist Priest..."
He bit his lower lip, turned his head resolutely, and opened the back door of the ancestral hall.
Yellow-white daylight spilled in from the cracks between the main entrance of the ancestral hall and the roof. There were countless flying ashes and dust floating in the beam of light. Under the light, the statue did not seem so ferocious. Luo Jiutian stepped into the ancestral hall and looked around.
This desolate and desolate space.
Nothing new here.
Rustling, rustling...
The friction sound sounded again. It turned out that the sound came from outside the ancestral hall door.
Luo Jiutian walked over, and as he approached, a faint silver light appeared outside the crooked front door.
It's hidden thunder.
There are evil spirits.
When he was still a few meters away from the door, Luo Jiutian slowed down his pace. He cautiously walked aside and looked towards the left half door guided by Yin Lei.
Rustling, rustling...
On the stone steps outside the door, there was a white figure, with hidden thunder surrounding that figure. The figure was dressed in white and seemed to be squatting on the ground observing something. The intermittent friction sounds came from him.
Luo Jiutian walked a few more steps and caught a glimpse of the dry well in the courtyard of the ancestral hall. The weeds beside the dry well were crushed, and a road just spread out, leading directly to the gate of the ancestral hall.
His footsteps seemed to be heard by the man. Luo Jiutian clearly felt that the man's back stiffened and the movements of his hands stopped.
Luo Jiutian also stopped and stopped approaching.
After a while, the man slowly turned around.
Only then did Luo Jiutian see clearly that she was actually a young woman wearing a white robe. The woman's long hair was wrapped around her shoulders. Her dark pupils trembled uneasily for a few times, and then they focused on Luo Jiutian.
If it weren't for the hidden thunder, who would have thought that this was actually an evil spirit?
"You..." The woman slowly stood up, her rippling eyes shining with shyness, "Can you help me?"
Luo Jiutian took two steps back. He wanted to refuse, but then he thought that no matter how much this was an evil spirit, he still had to give her the respect she deserved. So he took another step forward and decided to study the evil spirit carefully.
What are you planning?
"What can I help you with?" Luo Jiutian cleared his throat, trying not to let nervousness appear in his voice.
When the woman heard Luo Jiutian agreed, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, "Help me..."
"Save you?" Luo Jiutian looked at the woman's body, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm scared..." The woman sobbed softly, taking small steps closer to Luo Jiutian.
Don't be like this, I'm scared too.
No, I'm more scared.
Luo Jiutian quietly moved back a little, trying to keep the distance between the two of them constant.
"What are you afraid of?"
"This village..." the woman stopped, lowered her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her long sleeves, "This world..."
I'm different, I'm afraid of you.
"Oh," Luo Jiutian nodded perfunctorily, "What is there to be afraid of in the village? This village is not very auspicious..." Luo Jiutian glanced at Lianshui Village, where ashes were flying everywhere and it was as dilapidated as a wasteland world, and he felt that it was better to seek truth from facts.
The better thing is, "It's very quiet."
After all, there are basically no people alive in the village.
The woman raised her red eyes and glared at Luo Jiutian with half resentment and half sadness.
"I don't ask for anything else," the woman said in a soft voice, "I just want a little protection, okay?"
"Me? Protect you?" Luo Jiutian pointed at himself in disbelief, and then at the woman.
Luo Jiutian's attitude seemed to annoy her, and the woman's eyes suddenly became sharp, but the dangerous look only appeared for half a second, and soon changed back to the shy look just now.
But Luo Jiutian did not ignore that look.
The identity of the evil spirit lies behind those eyes.
You've been exposed, hahahahaha.
Ahem.
Luo Jiutian put away the successful smile in his eyes and asked pretending to be confused, "How can I protect you?"
"As long as you let me follow you," the woman's eyes shone, "I just need to follow you... okay?"
The woman raised her eyes slightly, her pupils were affectionate, and her eyes could melt ice and snow. Luo Jiutian secretly admired in his heart, this skill of pretending to be pitiful was really superb. If he had done this, he wouldn't have been beaten so many times by his father.
Unfortunately, for this group of people, this kind of look is probably only useful to Xiaolan and Baomu.
Xiaolan is still a person who can only express sympathy verbally. She will say "Ah, you are so pitiful, little sister, I will definitely help you", and then she will really hit the bad guy harder than anyone else.
"Then... just follow me," Luo Jiutian shook his legs nonchalantly, "I didn't forbid you from following me."
"Then I can..." The woman walked towards him happily.
"Wait! Just be there!" Luo Jiutian stopped her movement loudly, "You can follow, but you still have to keep a distance. You must understand the principle of men and women not being intimate."