I'll kill the male lead again

Chapter 222 The weird third space

Hearing the cry of Wang Laosan's collapse, everyone didn't know what to do.

The old man stepped forward and opened the kitchen door which was locked from the outside.

At this time, Wang Laosan was already awake, but the kitchen was in a mess, and the stench rushed straight to people's foreheads, which was very overwhelming.

Several people looked at each other, No. 2 went to the main room and took out a hemp rope, sneered and walked towards the boy.

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There is still a group of ethnic minorities living tens of kilometers east of the village.

They are self-sufficient and never go out. Most of the medicines they take are picked from the mountains, and the vegetables and grains they eat are also grown by themselves.

After walking out of the mountain village, it soon dawned.

No. 2 held the boy whose hands were tied with hemp rope to prevent him from running away.

Several people were physically exhausted and mentally exhausted.

But in this kind of place, no one wants to stay any longer.

The boy said that he and the 'ghost' brother had different telepathy, and could faintly feel his position.

He asked several people to follow him, and No. 2 walked in the front holding the rope that tied him.

Night fell again, and the day shortened to a thin line.

The time for several people is less than 24 hours.

Several people were squatting behind a rock on the mountainside. The black night covered their heads, perfectly hiding their figures in the darkness.

"Ah ah!"

At this moment, a huge fire flashed on the open space in front of the mountainside.

From here, you can see houses built on the hillside.

In front of the house is a large open space.

At this time, a dazzling bonfire was lit on the open space, and around the bonfire sat a circle of men and women in brightly colored clothes.

The only strange thing is that the men and women are about the same age, both young.

In such a lively environment, there are no old people or children.

There is a large iron basin in the middle of the campfire, and there is boiling hot oil in it.

A lot of cured bacon was hung next to the bonfire, and a woman in white was holding a delicate sickle to slice the meat on it.

There were also some people sitting on the ground wearing strange clothes. They were holding black drum-like things in their hands, and they were beating out a burst of desolate ancient music.

The men and women in the middle of the bonfire clasped their hands and closed their eyes, their pale faces flickering under the night shadow of the fire.

No. 2 hid behind the rocks, holding the hemp rope in her hand tightly.

The boy squatted beside No. 2, staring at the cauldron with absent-minded eyes.

Seeing his pensive appearance, No. 2 was about to ask something, but Jane Yi, who was pressing her head, held her shoulder.

"look."

She whispered into No. 2's ear, with some surprise in her voice.

No. 2 followed Jane Yi's gaze towards the bonfire, only to find that the men and women who were closest to the bonfire stood up slowly one by one, and slowly moved around the cauldron while clapping their hands.

Although their movements are slow, they are extremely regular and orderly, and it looks more like they are holding a strange ceremony.

"Aren't they having a party?"

No. 2 was a little confused.

Their costumes are colorful, but more blue and white. This color is very similar to the shrouds worn by the dead in some rural customs.

No. 2's face collapsed all of a sudden, the surrounding wind gusts, but ancient music comes from the rocks in front, and there are strange behaviors of strange men and women.

This makes people feel chills down their backs.

The boy was still very weak and scared before, and would be so scared that he would wet his pants when encountering something strange.

But at this time, he was very calm and calm, but his dark eyes were unpredictable under the light of the fire, and his expression was complicated.

The old man and the old woman stood aside and looked around, observing the goings on around them.

At this time, several people were standing on the edge of a cliff.

There is a huge open space halfway up the mountain, surrounded by mountains on the back.

This open space was divided into two parts by a boulder falling from the sky, and a small part was isolated on the cliff.

On the other side, the large location close to the mountain is occupied by these mysterious ethnic groups and built houses for themselves.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

At this time, a woman in a red dress with countless braids came out.

She had a strange makeup on her face, the lipstick was only half painted, and her eyebrows were very light, but her face was pale and pale, at first glance she looked like a paper-stitched figure in a funeral home.

The shadows at the ends of those eyes were very deep, and the eyelashes were several centimeters long, making it impossible for everyone to see clearly her pupils and guess the meaning behind them.

The woman is very tall, she looks more than 1.7 meters tall, taller than the average man.

She has a thin figure, but her proportions are good. At this time, she is wearing a red dress with off-the-shoulder, which has a special flavor.

She was also holding a red lantern in her slender fingers, on which were written a few large characters with a black pen.

But none of Jian Yi and the others could understand what those words read.

The woman's expression was mournful, and the dark circles around her eyes hid the emotions in her eyes. She looked solemn and solemn with a little more mystery.

"ah!"

Holding the lantern, she slowly approached the frying pan, whispering something in her mouth first, and then uttering a strange syllable loudly.

No. 2 waited a little impatiently, she stretched out her hand and rubbed her numb knee, and glanced at the boy impatiently.

"Are you sure it's here?"

She raised one eyebrow high, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was trying her best to suppress her dissatisfaction.

Yan Qing was standing behind a few people at this time, with his back to the cliff, his face was hidden in the depths of the shadows, unable to see through his emotions.

Jane Yi looked back at him, but could only see his slightly stiff figure.

She frowned, and slowly moved towards Yan Qing.

Just got close to him and wanted to stand up and look at him.

But I heard No. 2's suppressed exclamation.

She turned her head suddenly, but saw the boy whose hands were bound had a hazy red light in his eyes, looking at No. 2 viciously.

No. 2 was obviously taken aback by the boy's appearance, and the dagger in his hand appeared nervously, and quickly stabbed at the boy's neck.

Jane Yi hurried forward and held her hand.

Both No. 2 and the boy stopped, and the boy suddenly closed his eyes.

The atmosphere between the few people began to freeze, No. 2 looked at Jian Yi, and Jian Yi held her wrist more vigorously.

Several people all won and froze, "The voice is gone."

Jane Yi whispered a few words into No. 2's ear.

Number 2's attention was immediately attracted, and he listened with pricked ears.

Sure enough, the music and the woman's high-pitched babbling sound disappeared at the same time, as if they had never appeared.

The valley was eerily quiet. They slowly turned their heads and looked at the bonfire just now.

However, he discovered that the group of people who were sitting just now were at an extremely strange angle and posture, twisting their necks and rolling their eyes to look in the direction of the young man.

(End of this chapter)