Museum of Demons

Special Operations Group File, Number Thirty-Five.

Code Name Festival.

Have you heard of festivals?

There is such a saying, don't live next to the newly built temple.

It's not a temple, it's the temple that enshrines the local god.

There is a god in the temple, all alone. After the temple is completed, ten young men will surely die in this village, and they will all be brought to the temple. What are they going to do? Of course, it is to serve the gods as servants and carry sedan chairs.

This is the god of the temple on the ground.

What about the water?

It's good now. Twenty or thirty years ago, when bridges were being built and when crossing the river, there had to be sacrifices. I was afraid of bumping into Mr. Jiang. When building bridges, we had to use drills to drill holes. Some At that time, the big drill bit in modern times can actually fall off, do you think it’s strange? And it can’t be pulled up.”

At this time, water ghosts must go down, and those who are good at water and not afraid of death should be caught.

What do you call engineering divers now? Thinking about 30 years ago, they were called water ghosts at that time. They are good at water, and they can usually come up after going down. Besides, they have thick hemp ropes around their waists, which can be pulled up.

General? What do you mean?

Hey, the general meaning is that there are two kinds. Look, at that time, the drill bit was so big that it drilled into the ground. It couldn't be pulled off by more than a dozen people, and it could fall off in the water. Isn't it strange? Wouldn't it be strange? What could it be, I mean maybe, it could be something that quietly unraveled this...

Did you know? When fishing, you can meet that kind of vicious fish, which specialize in biting off the bait on the hook.

After a long time, people who come to fish are treated as food. Sometimes the drill is like a fishhook. It's just the fish that the hook attracts. I don't know what the drill attracts.

Under normal circumstances, things in the river are not fierce, and you can pass some glutinous rice and wine, but sometimes, there is really no way out, and things can't be pulled up, and things can't be walked away, so we can only kill the water ghosts. The thick hemp rope around the waist is cut, generally speaking, the drill can be pulled up, and the bridge can be repaired, this is called life sacrifice.

Sometimes, the river is so big and chaotic, it seems like people are going to be photographed in the water.

At that time, you have to sacrifice, glutinous rice, wine, and, and...

Hey, do you two know that it's actually a pity that those bad-tempered water ghosts are not the best choice during the life sacrifice. The best choice is actually... Hehe, hehe, hahaha... ...

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The sun was just rising, and the sun fell on the water.

Zhang Tao, who changed Taoist robes into ordinary clothes, took a sightseeing boat with the brothers of the generation of Tianshi Mansion in the Huaishui River, patrolling the Huaishui River, but the water surface was rarely calm, and there was nothing, so all this was a bit strange. Bland and boring.

The reason why they had to come this trip was because of the news on Master's mobile phone.

Without orders, it is impossible to mobilize the forces belonging to the Tao of Heavenly Masters.

However, since it is the Taoist friends of the contemporary celestial master who mentioned possible hidden dangers, they will still send a few elite disciples over habitually to conduct an inspection in advance. Corresponding forces to solve its internal hidden dangers.

But now, looking at the sunny sky, the water is calm, and the gossip plate in his hand has not noticed the slightest problem. Obviously there is nothing evil, but Zhang Tao dare not neglect. He can stand out from his brothers and get the true biography because of his Be meticulous when it comes to business.

The old man who sailed the boat chatted with another Taoist priest.

This boat is in a fishing village along the Huai River. The people there are simple and honest. They only rely on the Huai River for food. It didn't stop for a while.

Zhang Tao is constantly surveying the water surface with the help of magic tools.

Another Taoist couldn't help laughing and said: Junior Brother, you can tell that there is no evil spirit on the surface of the river. Is it possible that you are planning to survey the entire Huai River system when you release your spells like this? Where are you? How much mana?

Zhang Tao just said: The responsibility lies.

At the same time, he pointed his fingers on the gossip plate, casting a spell again.

But this time when the spell fell, waves suddenly appeared on the entire river.

It seemed that the entire river was surging, and there were winds and waves on the flat ground. The expression of the boatman who was smiling and chatting with them before changed, and he almost ran to the side of the boat with big strides, staring at the undulating river, and took out a pocket.

Inside was white glutinous rice. When the glutinous rice was sprinkled into the water, the waves on the water calmed down a little, but soon became more violent, as if irritated.

Lao Chuanjia's complexion was pale, and he poured all the glutinous rice in this time.

He also picked up a bottle of Erguotou in a green bottle next to it, and poured it all into the river.

Kneeling down on the ground and kowtowing his head, he said: Lord Huaidu, Lord Huaidu, you have a large number of elders, and you are so young that several generations have been begging for life on the river. Generations of generations have never violated your will!

His face was pale, obviously frightened to the extreme.

Zhang Tao stared at the surface of the water. He had the ability to feel something was about to come out.

A crack appeared in the middle of the river, and a sedan chair dangled out of it.

Under the blood-red sedan chair, there are seven pairs of bearers, wearing white clothes, powdered on their faces, as white and thick as the white putty on the wall, and there are large lumps of red rouge on both cheeks. His skin was blue and swollen, and there was a weird and pervasive smile on his face.

Zhang Tao clenched his palms tightly: It's a dead person, a water ghost...

Under the age of thirteen, boys and girls, wearing this kind of clothes, they were deliberately thrown into the water.

He backed away abruptly, the gossip card in his hand was spinning, trying to play a talisman.

Hearing a low scream from behind, he took up the spell and felt a tremor in his palm. He could hardly hold the gossip plate. He looked down and saw a blue-white hand firmly grasping the other direction of the gossip plate, with blue hair. On the swollen skin, two eyeballs raised up strangely, staring at Zhang Tao, grinning.

Click click click.

The gossip disk directly cracked.

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Zhang Tao's brother started the talisman in time.

The evil-killing talisman directly hit the bearer who stretched out his hand, and with the sound of hissing, the bearer fell into the water, and one of the Taoist priests ran to start the boat, but no matter how he walked or accelerated, he always seemed to escape. Without taking off, the sedan chair behind followed unhurriedly.

Zhang Tao took a photo with his mobile phone, and when he opened it, the photo was empty and contained nothing.

He sent a message to the teacher, and then suddenly thought of the senior who reminded them to come here, the matter was urgent, he gritted his teeth, and sent the application message to the senior relying on the number he remembered.

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in a dream.

The vast and huge water column fell down.

I don't know how many times Wei Yuan was beaten by the water god of the Huaihe River until his dream body collapsed, and he was reunited with difficulty. After the unknown number of times he died, Wei Yuan became angry and finally couldn't help yelling.

The golden-eyed and white-faced Wuzhi Qi only laughed more wantonly, and the Huai Shui pulse in his hand struck again. Wei Yuan experienced all kinds of tragedies all night. Sometimes he didn't know whether it was his dream or not. A dream without support.

Until early in the morning, chains reappeared in Wu Zhiqi's dream body.

This night of torture was finally over.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes in a daze.

Decided that I would never try to dream again, and must rely on spells and meditation to maintain the state of dreamless sleep. After getting up early and washing up, I saw that the flower shop opposite was still closed, and I couldn't see the goddess. Yuan sighed, turned on the phone and looked at the emoji of Tiannv in boredom.

Thinking of her calm and cool expression, she seriously added the kaomoji after chatting. I just felt like laughing, and at this moment, the phone notified that there was new news.

Wei Yuan saw a line on the application: The disciples of Tianshi Mansion ask the seniors for help!

Wei Yuan looked slightly startled, and approved the application.

Then there was an online call——

Senior?! If you want to disturb me, the disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, as the senior said, searched in the Huai River, and found traces of evil spirits, cough, cough, cough...

Accompanied by the sound of water and painful coughing, the young disciple's voice was intermittent:

...I found seven pairs of boys and girls in ancient costumes...

It's a primitive blood sacrifice, a blood sacrifice to the God of Huai Shui, and, moreover, the God of Huai Shui responded.

The panic-stricken crying of the old voice can be heard vaguely.

Dead, dead!

Bumped into Lord Huaidu and went on tour!

Wei Yuan: ...Huaishui Water God?

But how is this possible?!

PS: The second update today...

Thanks to the cool Hao for the reward, thank you very much~