Judge, please respect yourself

"How tired can you be if you haven't picked up a single firewood?"

Just as Luan Mu wanted to refute, suddenly a group of purple-clothed and barefoot people rushed out from all directions in the forest, holding spears and crossbows and surrounding them, looking like they were ready to go.

That group of people dressed strangely, with snakes and coils embroidered on their low open skirts, black headscarves, and huge soft silver collars. They met people in strange costumes on this swaggering mountain. Besides Jimo people, could there be others?

Walking out of the group of people was an older man, who seemed to have some status, and looked at the three of them.

"Shaoyao Mountain doesn't welcome outsiders, get the hell out of here!"

"We finally came, how can we go out so easily?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"us?"

Hearing this, the few people surrounding them immediately looked alert, and instead of retreating, they approached their spears with their spears.

"You can't talk, don't talk nonsense."

"What did I say?"

Bei Mao glared at Luan Mu angrily, if it wasn't for the situation, he would have stabbed at this man with his sword.

"The people who died in your family have nothing to do with us. We Jimo people will not do such lowly things as murdering ghosts."

"A few big brothers, have you misunderstood? It's good for you to listen to me. First of all, we didn't come here for revenge, and secondly, we really have something important to discuss with you."

"We don't know each other before, so why discuss it?"

"You will know the whole story after listening to me."

The man standing in front of the besiegers saw Luan Mu's calm attitude, and for a moment he didn't know what this man was thinking. After thinking for a while, he discussed with the people behind him, and waved them to put away the spear, "Tie it up and take it back .”

So under his hard-working negotiation, he was tied up to the village together with Yue Qingchen's two young disciples unscathed.

The village is located in the deep ravine of Zhaoyao Mountain. Half a hundred households are packed into the not-so-large land. Entering from the entrance and passing a few wooden houses, you can see a huge stone platform in the center of the village. There is a cylinder with a thick basin mouth on it, and snake reliefs are engraved on the cylinder. Since ancient times, wizards in the world have believed in snakes as spiritual objects, which can understand the nine songs of heaven and earth, so they are also indispensable for sacrifices.

The three of them were tied up and brought into a house on stilts. The inner room was very large. On the wooden wall in the middle was a ox skull, and there were small snakes wrapped around the horns, but they were not alive. The flames in the wall lamps on all sides were dancing, and the atmosphere was very serious. However, just a few steps after Luan Mu stepped in, he found Zhuang Hua and Bei Yunrong sitting on both sides of the seat drinking tea leisurely.

Luan Mu was quite surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I was still worried about whether you could find your way to come here, but even if you came, you still came in this way."

Hearing that Zhuang Hua intended to make fun of him, Luan Mu smiled angrily, "Of course I won't give you any better treatment than you."

In addition to the two of them, there was a middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the house, holding the Snake Mother Spirit Staff. After hearing the conversation between the two, he turned his head and asked Zhuang Hua, "They are the friends you mentioned just now." ?”

"Exactly."

"Quickly untie them."

"Yes, patriarch."

The men who escorted them here just now heard the order and quickly untied the ropes, and brought wooden chairs and tea, completely different from the previous attitude.

"So you came to us this trip because of the haunting in Chaisang City?"

As soon as they sat down, the person in the seat opened his mouth, thinking that Zhuang Hua and the others had already told the whole story.

"Exactly."

"Then this trip is going to disappoint you. Although we Jimo people are not in the way of cultivation, we can also catch ghosts. It is not unreasonable for the world to call us wizards, but what we have always done is ghosts and souls. It has nothing to do with manipulating ghosts."

Listening to their explanations, Luan Mu stroked his chin and remained silent, as did the others, Jimo patriarch saw through and stood up holding a wooden stick.

"If you don't believe me, you can come with me. The sacrifice will begin soon."

When mentioning the sacrifice, Luan Mu thought of the huge stone platform that he saw in the village just now. The stone platform was located in the middle of the deep ravine, without trees to cover it, where the sun and the moon could be seen. A tall wooden pile surrounds the column, and a chain is prepared on the column with a thick mouth. There is a table next to it, and there is a bowl, a knife, and an iron nail on the table.

The whole village was surrounded in front of the altar, Luan Mu and the others had no choice but to stand on the observation platform at the end, Zhuang Hua approached him and whispered.

"A villager died unexpectedly yesterday, and today's sacrifice is to get rid of ghosts."

"What's the relationship between dying unexpectedly and exorcising ghosts?"

"In their cognition, people can only die of old age. Anyone who dies unnaturally is haunted by ghosts and ghosts. However, because the ghosts are beyond what people can see with the naked eye, they have this sacrifice to catch ghosts. As long as there is Ghosts can be summoned to the altar if they hide around, and then bound to what they call a sacred pillar, and nailed with a black iron nail placed on the side, it can dispel the spirit."

"So smart?"

"I don't know, this is just what the patriarch told us just now."

Suddenly, there was a loud noise. Behind the altar was a huge bronze drum. A man beat three times with a hammer. The women with red mud on their faces danced around the small braziers on both sides of the altar. There is a bell on the ankle, and there is a crisp sound with every step. The men around are whispering something. Luan Mu and the others can't understand it. It should be their unique language, but it is fast and coherent, more like some kind of spell.

Afterwards, a man wearing an animal leather belt and a sheep bone mask walked up to the altar with a torch. The patriarch took it and roared at the sky, and everyone responded. After shouting for a while, the patriarch put the torch in his hand on the ground. But the flames spread out in an instant, forming a magic circle totem, resembling a unicorn in the middle palace, and finally the flames spread to the center and ignited the pile of firewood.

The people in the audience were even more excited when the fire started. The patriarch brought a small bowl that seemed to be filled with black water, and he poured it down. The fire did not diminish, but it burned even more violently, and the wood was crackled. There was a loud noise, Luan Mu could feel the heat radiating from several feet away, he pulled his shirt off to shake the wind.

"Can this really attract ghosts?"

This was the first time he had seen this kind of sacrifice, and he had never heard of its method since he was a ghost. He looked at the situation on the stage curiously.

Slowly, a black smoke gradually gathered on the black iron pillar of the altar, and after a while, a clear resentful spirit was bound to it.

Can it really summon souls? !

Luan Mu couldn't believe what he saw, not only him, but the few people who came with him were all surprised, Bei Wenfan opened his mouth wide and kept tugging at Bei Mao.

"Beimao, look, look! They really can recruit ghosts!"

"I saw it!"

Bei Mao patted his hand away impatiently, without taking his eyes off the altar for a moment.

How can mortals catch ghosts?This thing was so surprising that Luan Mu couldn't believe it for a while.

The resentful spirit on the pillar struggled to escape, but was tightly bound by the iron chain. After its shape was completely clear, the surrounding people roared and demonstrated, clamoring to get rid of it, and then the patriarch picked up the black iron The nail was suddenly inserted into the head of the wraith, and the wraith let out a roar, followed by the tangled flames, and disappeared on the divine pillar as if being swallowed up.

The patriarch raised the snake mother spirit staff and placed it on the wooden support of the altar, then knelt down on the ground, and all the people did the same.

"Thanks to the spirit mother for helping me, and keeping me in Jimo Changan."

As they repeated this sentence, Luan Mu became thoughtful. The snake was indeed psychic, but its spirituality was only a little bit, and it was impossible to attract ghosts to the front. How did they do it?

After the sacrifice, there seemed to be a reception in their village. The Jimo people were good at singing and dancing. The women in the village stepped onto the altar barefoot and danced around the burning fire. Yes, they danced to their heart's content, the drums became more and more rapid, people laughed happily, and it was lively, but too many strange things happened in the past two days, Luan Mu was in a mess, and he refused the banquet if he was not in the mood, while Bei Yun Rong and Zhuang Hua didn't like the excitement, so they stayed in the guest room arranged for them by the clan members, but Bei Wenfan had a lot of interest, so he dragged Bei Mao to have fun together.

Luan Mu leaned on the edge of the bed, it was rare for Bei Yunrong to see that this person could quietly close his eyes and meditate, and sat on the side of him and reached out to touch his forehead.

"What? Is this trying to get close to me?"

"See if you are sick."

"I'm getting sick, I'm getting sick. First, Chaisang's vengeful spirit is weird, and then Jimo mortals are beckoning ghosts. I'm afraid that if there are so many ridiculous things, King Qin Guang will call me back to the ghost world to punish me one day."

"Why?"

"The book of life and death is in my hands. Don't look at me as a judge, but I am the soul in charge of the entire ghost world. It's good now. They disappear one by one. How should I explain to King Qin Guang?"

Seeing his funny, sad face, Bei Yunrong suddenly became interested in the ghost world he was talking about, "How will you be punished?"

"The lightest thing is to live in light."

"Just live?"

"It's the first level of hell you call. If you make a serious mistake, you will be punished from the first level to the tenth level."

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts so much that the soul is out of control, and the seven souls are out of place."

"That's really serious."

Seeing Bei Yunrong's indifferent expression, Luan Mu hurriedly entangled him, "Why can't you care more about me?"

"You have already been punished, what's the use of caring?"

Luan Mu wanted to open his mouth to continue arguing, but suddenly he saw a black shadow flashing by the window, he rushed over and pushed the window open, only to find that they lived in the Xing Building on Diaojiao Mountain, three feet above the ground, and there was no corridor outside. No matter what the situation is, it is impossible for a person to stand by such a window.

"Did you see that shadow just now?"

"By the way, where is Zhuang Hua?"

After walking back for a few steps, Luan Mu suddenly remembered that the three of them came from the altar together, why they were the only two of them in the room, but just after asking, he saw Zhuang Hua coming from the front.

"where did you go?"

"I went to check around here."

"Have you found anything?"