Chapter 146

When the villagers woke up, they found that they were still in the same place, but banxian'er disappeared, leaving only a mess. The village head organized the villagers to return home orderly. Looking back at the blackened fields, he felt a chill in his heart.

After the first sacrifice, the village head followed banxian'er's advice and planted cypress trees at the entrance of the village. The tree was evil, but it grew luxuriantly in three years.

Then he built a mud house on the ridge of the field which had been cut by thunder. After years of wind and rain, it was still the original appearance, and it had not changed.

That field is strange enough, not only the blackened place has not faded for many years, but also there is no grass in a few miles.

The next year, near Guyu, the village head organized villagers to kill chickens and cattle to prepare sacrifices for the sacrifice activities on Guyu's day. The place of sacrifice was in the field. The custom that had been formed for a long time continued.

Many years later, the magic power of things in the field is getting stronger and stronger, and they can even dream of others. It doesn't hurt to ask for small things every year. The villagers try their best to satisfy them.

In this way, she spent a hundred years smoothly, until the old lady married and had two or three children. Something happened that made her deeply worried.

The appetite of things in the field is growing. Every year, he sacrificed more than a dozen pigs, cattle and sheep, and a hundred chickens, ducks and geese, but it was far from enough to satisfy his appetite. He began to dream to the current village head, saying that he wanted blood, fresh human blood. If he didn't give it, he would kill all the villagers.

The head of the village was entrusted with dreams every night, but he could not resist the threat. He took the lead in cutting his wrists and blood when he sacrificed in the new Valley rain, and several young people did the same.

In the third year, the monster was no longer satisfied with human blood. It began to put forward willful demands that the boy should be sacrificed alive, and no livestock was needed.

The village head has to discuss with the man in charge of each family. After discussion, the unanimous decision is to draw lots and catch which family is which one.

The old lady's husband got a bad hand. Fortunately, there were many children in her family, so she gave up her love and chose her second daughter. The village head's family also got a bad hand. She immediately chose her third son, who was not her favorite, and prepared to sacrifice to the animal in the field in a few days.

Hearing this story, I seem to see the two children abandoned by their families in the fields and engulfed by the monster. I can't bear to listen to them any more.

Zheng Nan stopped at the right time. Seeing that I was not very comfortable, she got up and poured me a cup of warm water. I held the cup in my hand. The steaming water mist smoked my eyes, and the sad look was superficial.

After a while, I motioned to Zheng nan to continue. He opened his mouth several times, but he didn't make a sound.

"You go on, I'm ok, don't care about me." I moved my eyes to Zheng Nan's face, looking a little complicated.

Zheng Nan leaned back on the single sofa and continued to speak.

The old lady witnessed the sacrificial activities year after year. After that, she was satisfied with the sacrifice and insisted on offering a couple of children to her every year.

The monster's ability is more and more powerful, and later it can even tamper with people's memory.

There are always two less children in the village every year, but the parents of the children will completely forget their children and be obliterated by the monster. Some people in the know will keep silent to the parents and even help the monster hide them.

Gradually, many people have forgotten why this custom has spread. They only know that it was handed down from the upper generation, but they don't know why.

Most of the old people in the village still don't know why.

Young people also think that it's troublesome to hold the annual sacrifice. They have protested many times and want to cancel it. Many young people who are influenced by atheism even scoff at the sacrifice. However, due to the discipline of the older generation, they still hold the sacrifice every year.

Said here, Zheng Nan just slowly stopped, then he looked at me and said: "boss, what do you think about this matter?"

After a long time, I recovered, slowly shook my head, looking at Zheng Nan waiting for my order, I reluctantly cheer up, waved: "I know, did not expect that there will be such a thing, wait for me to think, hard you, go to rest first."

Zheng Nan nodded back. When the door was closed, I collapsed on the sofa. It was not easy.

How can such absurd scenes appear in modern times.

I don't know how the town sacrificed, but I will never forget the scene I saw in my dream.

Hundreds of people, thousands of people shouting something, flames straight up into the sky, hot flame, scorched smell, countless people's whispers, with scared eyes, flashed in front of me one scene after another, like a lantern blinking, my brain began to prick like pain, biting lip, what's the matter?

There is no doubt about the things Zheng Nan has investigated, but the village is strange. After knowing the situation, my sweat and hair stand up. What's more, I have never told the things in my dream in such detail.Qin Li didn't know where he had gone. For a long time, there was no trace. It was quiet around him. His tense nerves didn't get a rest for several days. I went to sleep like this.

Thinking into a dark, began to ring around other people's whispers, a moment later, the noise like being strangled by the throat, no movement. I was standing here in the dark, suddenly someone sang, I finally had a down-to-earth feeling, but stepped on the round things.

When it was no longer dark in front of me, I was enveloped by a thick flame. Through the beating flame, I saw dense people, kneeling or lying down, with the same pious look. My face was covered with thick patterns, and I couldn't see the original face clearly. Maybe it was because of the flame that I couldn't see anything.

I only heard them singing together, but the voice was creepy. I began to struggle in pain and fear, but I couldn't get away from it. I also saw a shadow smiling at me, only to see his sharp teeth exposed, and the radian of the smile far exceeded the appearance of human beings.

A burst of cold wrapped me, very comfortable, I opened my eyes, is Qin Li, he gently smile to me, eyebrows hidden worry: "you have a nightmare."

I lay on the bed, did not respond, just that picture, is not what Zheng Nan and I described? What's more, those pictures coincide with the scene of my last dream.

Qin Li reached out to help me dry the cold sweat on my face. Then he hugged me and said in a low voice, "I'm by your side. Don't be afraid. What do you dream about?"