Chi Jiao and Quan Jue follow Huo Shen, while Bei tanglie and Pei Yao follow them.

As Huo Chen said, Fengtong village is like a labyrinth. All the houses are carved out of a mold. They are all square cottage courtyards. The roads are very narrow and there are many forks.

Although it's only eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the village is like a giant animal that has entered deep sleep. It's hard to hear other sounds except the sound of the cold wind.

There are no street lamps on both sides of the road, but there is a white lantern hanging at the door of every house, and the pale light comes out from the white lantern, barely illuminating the road.

"Not afraid?" Quan Jue suddenly lowered his voice and asked the girl beside him.

Chi Jiaozheng looked around curiously and could not see any fear.

It was the first time she had seen such a clean village.

Although Fengtong village is famously poor, the road is clean and tidy, without any garbage.

Pei Yao also looks around curiously, but beitanglie, who is walking beside her, is not so calm.

Since stepping into this village, beitanglie has obviously felt what is called the wind gust.

The silence around him made his nerves tense to the extreme.

At this time, what reverberated in beitanglie's mind was the horror legend about Fengtong village.

Among them, Shouyi girl is the most terrible.

This horror legend was found in the materials of Fengtong village today.

Beitanglie sweeps Peiyao with the remaining light from the corner of his eye. Seeing Peiyao looking around curiously, he is not afraid at all. His mind moves a little.

"Yao Yao, have you ever heard of the horror legend about Fengtong village?" Beitanglie asked in a low voice.

"What terrible legend?" Pei Yao said casually.

"The story of the little girl in the shroud." North Hall strong endure the fear of heart say, he want to frighten Pei Yao, best is can frighten her hide in his arms.

Pei Yao shook her head and became interested: "tell me about it."

Pei Yao is not afraid at all. Beitanglie thinks she is still too young.

"It is said that Fengtong village has the custom of sacrificing the blood of living people to the evil God whom they admire. And the chosen one becomes a saint. Every time the saint is elected, people in the village will raise a sum of money to the saint's family as a subsidy. Because the saints can't survive in the end, generally speaking, no family is willing to contribute their daughters. However, there are no exceptions. It is said that a hundred years ago, there was a famine in the village. In order to seek the protection of the evil god and let the people in the village escape from the famine, the people in the village elected the saint again and offered the conditions that the family who was elected the saint would get three kilograms of rice. During the famine, three Jin rice was more expensive than gold. A family named Liu contributed their daughter. His daughter is only eight years old. Generally speaking, saints have to wait until they reach adulthood, but it's not impossible to be eight years old. However, the people in this village feel that the child is too young to do anything about it, but he insists on giving his daughter away, only for the three catties of rice. The girl's mother doesn't want to, but she can't do anything about men.

Because after the saint is chosen, she belongs to the God of Hella. Even if she doesn't become a saint in the future, she can't come back home, have any more contact with her parents, or even say a word. So the girl's mother prepared a shroud for her in advance. She knew that after she became a saint, she would not live for half a year. She wanted her daughter to have a decent dress on her body when she died. Although the girl is only eight years old, she knows everything. She doesn't want to leave her parents or be a saint. So she hanged herself in that red shroud. "Speaking of this, beitanglie pauses and looks at Peiyao.