Demon Resurrection: Start as a Headless Horseman

In spiritual illusions.

Banging gongs and drums, dancing dragons and lions, it is simply crowded.

Ye Zhiqiu followed the flow and waited for things to develop.

Suddenly.

The noisy crowd abruptly parted from it.

In an instant, the gongs and drums sounded, and a group of people walked out, cheering and praying, singing the praises of the king of the Yellow River.

These people also held a lot of incense candle paper money in their hands, and carried a stack of gold ingots made of piles of paper.

Everywhere he passed, the smoke was foggy, and he did not forget to chant “The blessing of the king of the Yellow River” in his mouth, walking all the way and praying all the way.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly understood: “This is a sacrifice? ”

He was shocked by the scene.

This spiritual illusion is boundless, whether it is the number of people or the scene, it is the most he has seen in his life.

He thought to himself, stepped forward, followed the flow of people, and rushed towards the river.

On the way, he scanned the perimeter.

The black pressure is full of human heads, and the noise is so loud that it is as if a pot of boiling water has been boiled, and the roof can be lifted.

By the river, a high platform was erected, more than ten meters high.

On the platform is a huge millstone, around which iron cables are tied to it, each railway lock is connected to a bamboo raft, and below the raft is the rushing river.

Ye Zhiqiu understood that this was the Yellow River Altar, specially used to sacrifice the King of the Yellow River and pray for smooth weather and rain…

On the altar rests an incense burner, in which three huge sticks of incense as thick as the wrist are inserted, burning wisps of white smoke.

The Taotao River is roaring, the yellow-edged drums are constantly beating, and the “seven, six, three” is playing with the sound of the waves.

“Open the festival!”

A strong voice sounded.

Then a gong and drum sounded.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the sound and saw a group of landlords in luxurious clothes sitting at the front of the crowd.

In front of the landlord’s old wealth, a group of divine sticks and witches scattered their heads, their hands were raised, and their mouths were strange, shouting up to the sky, trembling all over, like a demon.

The drums became more and more urgent, and the sounds of these witch sticks became faster and faster, and finally the babbling was inaudible.

Everyone was chanting the King of the Yellow River.

Ye Zhiqiu lined up everyone and squeezed forward, wanting to see what happened, this scene reminded him of an old movie “Red River Valley”.

“Hurry up, hurry up and get the offerings!”

“Great King, please enjoy eh!”

An old man presiding over the sacrifice in front of the landlords and rich people roared.

As Ye Zhiqiu walked, he saw a group of people pulling a cow and sheep to appear and tie it to a bamboo raft.

“Open the festival!”

The old man shouted again.

A few shirtless young men stepped forward and drove the cattle and sheep onto a bamboo raft, and then cut off the chains of the raft.

“Bang!”

The iron locks were broken, and the bamboo raft fell into the rushing river to the cheers of everyone.

The cattle and sheep on the raft screamed miserably, and then a wave hit, the bamboo raft flipped on its side, and the cattle and sheep were all sucked into it by the whirlpool, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

“Sacrifice again!”

The old man shouted again.

When Ye Zhiqiu heard the sound, he was immediately stunned.

Then a tragic murderous intent appeared in his eyes, red eyes, and a pair of hands clucked.

It turned out to be a human sacrifice…

A few housekeeper-like people, holding twenty children, all dressed cleanly, white and fat, ten men and ten women, immature, looking no more than seven or eight years old.

I am afraid that this is the landlord and the old rich, bought from the poor people’s families, and raised early on with big fish and meat, just for today.

Behind the children, a group of people wearing felt hats, dressed in short clothes, and dressed as servants of the household, appeared, carrying a cage.

Inside the cage was a woman dressed in red and covered in a white cloth.

The woman’s appearance was delicate, her nose was beautiful, and her eyebrows were picturesque, but the woman’s face was numb, and her eyes were looking around.

Ye Zhiqiu tightened his knife and felt a chill.

Not because he sensed the resentment in the depths of the woman’s eyes, but because of the cheering crowd around him.

The women and children were sent to the ancient altar of the Yellow River and placed on a bamboo raft next to the altar.

A group of children stood there obediently, ignorant, not knowing what they were going to face, and not knowing how the adults explained to them when they came, even if a few children were worried, they did not dare to move.

Ye Zhiqiu’s eyes were torn and he squeezed forward, he already understood the situation, and this was probably where the spiritual scene was.

Everything comes from human sacrifice. He stops it, even though it’s just a reproduction of the situation, and whatever he does is useless, but he also wants to stop it. Even if it is a trap set, he will not hesitate to die, so that if the child dies in front of him, his heart is difficult to calm and his thoughts are not accessible.

Ye Zhiqiu was a little far away from the ancient altar, and he went on a rampage all the way, trying to get close to the altar.

In the face of human sacrifice, the statues of people on the riverside have long been commonplace, and instead of being stopped, they bow more religiously and burn incense and pray.

They looked at the children and women on the altar, even if occasionally some people showed hesitation, but when they saw the people around them, they could only force themselves and did not dare to say more.

“Wait, Master Huang, didn’t you say before that you wanted to adopt them as bookboys, why do you want to send my children to the King of the Yellow River now?”

“Master Huang, you said okay, buy my daughter to be a child bride, why did you send her to the king of the Yellow River?”

“Master Huang, didn’t my son sell your family as an apprentice? ……”

……

The crowd surged out, and out came a few swarthy rough men and a few thin women.

With panic in their eyes and tears in their eyes, they rushed over to take the child off the raft.

These were the parents of children to be sacrificed.

This year, the Yellow River flooded, the fields were flooded, the crops were not harvested, and the family could not feed their children, so they tried to send them to the big families in order to find a way for them to survive.

Pity the hearts of parents in the world, but they don’t want to exchange it for this kind of end, and they pushed their children to a dead end with their own hands.

“Is this your child?”

A robed landlord got up and shouted, “You received my money in the beginning, and now these children have nothing to do with you.” ”

“Huh… Moreover, this is a great creation, and being able to serve the king of the Yellow River is a blessing that they can’t cultivate in eight lifetimes! ”

With a wave of his hand without smiling, a bunch of thugs rushed out and escorted the parents of these children down.

“Sir, I will return the money to you, and you will return the child to me!”

“I pay back the money, pay back the money…”

A group of people begged, their lips biting bloodied, their eyes pleading, struggling in front of thugs.

The landlord Lao Cai glanced at it lightly and waved his hand: “Don’t delay the hour, fork them down!” ”

The poor people still wanted to struggle, but they were punched and kicked by a group of big men and dragged away from the sacrificial grounds.

In the prayer of the witch god stick, the landlord Lao Cai, surnamed Huang, stepped forward, poured a bowl of wine into the Yellow River, and said in a loud voice:

“King of the Yellow River, please enjoy, you can bless our village with a good harvest in the coming year, and bless my Huang family for generations to rise…”

After speaking, he looked at the woman in red who was wrapped in a white cloth: “It’s about to leave, what else do you have to say?” ”

The scorching sun burned, and the woman looked at him and said word by word: “I curse your Huang family for generations not to die well, and all of you must not die well for generations…”

“You’ll all become just like me… You clothed fowl, your will eventually twist like maggots…”

The woman cursed hysterically, and the landlord Lao Cai, surnamed Huang, changed his face and quickly broke the iron cable, so that the bamboo raft where the boy and girl and the woman were located fell into the Yellow River.

Everyone watched this scene, and there was another burst of gongs and drums.

The moment of truth…

The white rainbow swept into the sky, and one person flew out, holding up the bamboo raft, and treading on the water, to stay away from the Yellow River.

Suddenly.

The noisy voices suddenly fell silent.

Heaven and earth seemed to come to a sudden halt, the river was silent, and everything lost its voice.

The hustle and bustle is like a pause that has been pressed……….

Everyone on the shore looked at Ye Zhiqiu directly, with a sly smile on their faces, and the atmosphere was grotesque and weird.

As far as the eye can see… Under the water of the Yellow River, a cloud of evil and strange demon atmosphere appeared, like pouring a basin of red ink into the river, rolling like a cloud of blood, gathering but not dispersing, tumbling like smoke.

The next moment.

The gushing river turned into angry waves of blood water, resentment rose up in the sky, red waves tumbled, and rushed towards Ye Zhiqiu like mountains and seas.

Ye Zhiqiu did not dare to turn back, and with all his might, the ghost head knife in his hand was slashed, and the hot and hot true qi swept out, smashing the blood wave.

“Tick!”

Suddenly.

Ye Zhiqiu felt that the tip of his nose was a little moist.

When I looked up, a drop of blood fell into my eye socket, staining my eyes red, and the sky and the earth were red.

He instantly realized that something was wrong on the raft.

But he didn’t want to look.

No matter what the problem, even the ghost, he has to carry it ashore.

Anyway……

This bamboo raft just can’t fall into the Yellow River in his eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu also didn’t know where this emotion came from, and he couldn’t explain it, probably a kind of indignation, just like some people will cry because of a certain plot of the movie.

Some things, just by listening to it, already make people feel like a dragon, and now that the plot has reappeared, he is immersed, how can he not be touched by it.

This kind of primitive and barbaric belief and modern concepts collide with modern concepts, which touches the heartstrings the most.

Ye Zhiqiu was either indignant at the ignorance of that era, or angry at the ugly faces of the people around him…

In the end, after all, it is just difficult to calm down, and it is easy to be at ease.

The most important thing to be a person is to leave no regrets, to understand thoughts, even if he is incompetent and angry, he must be angry once.

Ye Zhiqiu’s yang qi rolled in his body, turning into Zhengang, holding up a bamboo raft with one hand and raising a ghost head knife in the other, like a surfer in extreme sports, galloping on the bloody Yellow River.

He was a bamboo raft held up under a high platform by the river, and it stands to reason that one jump can return to the ancient altar.

But he galloped for a while, but did not make the slightest inch, but got farther and farther away from the riverbank.

The red waves were monstrous, and the blood was rushing to the face.

Ye Zhiqiu swung his knife and danced wildly, the hot hot true qi evaporated the blood, and he used the golden bell hood to wrap his whole body and rush back and forth in the river of blood.

……

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“How?”

Xiao Xiao frowned: “Ye Zhiqiu’s breath is not very stable, will there be some moths?” ”

“In the affairs of the spiritual world, my body is not there, and I can’t interfere!” Zhihua said, looking at Yi Tian and Xiao Xiao. 4.2

She knew that the two were glamorous and competent, and only the two of them could break in, after all, to dream to ghosts… It’s the foundation.

“My officiating ceremony, I can’t go in, otherwise the chickens fly and the eggs will fight, maybe I will fight zombies on the spot!”

Xiao Xiao poked Yi Tian with his finger: “You went in to help and suppressed that woman’s angry soul.” ”

“Any advice?”

Yi Tian asked about the precautions after entering the spirit world, although he could dream, he had never used this ability.

Xiao Xiao pondered for a moment: “I first met this woman on the Yellow River, when I was fishing for ghosts with a group of sisters, and I happened to meet her leading a hundred ghosts to go day to day, and the two sides had a fight!” ”

“As far as I know, this woman’s greatest ability is to sing ditties, just remember to use your to repay my head and keep interfering.”

Yi Tian bowed his head, indicating that he knew, but he couldn’t help but curiously ask Xiao Xiao why he went to the Yellow River… Fishing ghosts.

Xiao Xiao smacked him and signaled to get down to business first, and then make small talk.

Yi Tian bowed his head, his back moved, and a large dragon crawled out from his shoulder and neck, the dragon was mighty and majestic.

This time it is necessary to enter the spiritual world of the female corpse, in order to avoid the entry of the body to add accidents to the marriage ceremony;

Yi Tian planned to use the green dragon’s life to wrap his consciousness to be a river crossing dragon.

The eyes of the Red Flame Lord were shining, and two golden rays of light connected the eyebrows of the female corpse, framing a path, and the mighty dragon fell asleep. _

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