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Zhuang Hua shook his head, "There is nothing strange in this village. If the patriarch's words are true and Jimo is just beckoning and murdering souls, then Jimo and Chaisang ghosts should not have much to do with being manipulated."

"So, Beili, which one does the abnormal phase on your hexagram of Master Shu Guang refer to?"

"It's Chaisang, it's not a recent event that Jimo summoned souls, if you want to do divination, you should feel it early."

"That's right. Since the Jimo people are not the source of what we are looking for, let's go back to Chaisang City tomorrow to investigate."

Jimo is the surname of this family. Most of the houses in the village are wooden buildings on stilts. The buildings are wide and large with simple interiors. They sleep on wooden beds. One room can accommodate their group.

The patriarch's name is Jimo Ren. When he met Bei Yunrong and the others in the forest, he was not so polite at the beginning. He only took them to the village when he learned that they were cultivators and wanted to ask about Chaisang. I have always disliked cultivators, just like the ghosts of a hundred families have their own laws, different ways will not seek each other, but Bei Yunrong's coming here does not pose a threat to them, and hosting people here can also show them the greatness of the Jimo clan The sacrifice, presumably, was to open the eyes of ordinary people like them, so they treated them thoughtfully, and asked their son Yinlang to prepare local delicacies for them.

It's just that the plates of grass insects and poisonous scorpions still gave off a slight stench when they were placed on the table, Zhuang Hua's stomach was churning. It is said that the jing scorpions that contain five poisons have a special taste after being put into the oil pan, jing scorpions are hard to find , so the general distinguished guests will entertain them with this.

Luan Mu picked up a scorched scorpion, looked it over and over again, and put it in his mouth. Not wanting the taste to be so sour, he swallowed it whole, resisting the desire to vomit it out. A bit sad, so he put down the chopsticks in his hand and didn't continue to eat. Yin Lang smiled and handed the triangular cup full of wine to the three of them.

"Why don't you have a drink first.

Luan Mu took the wine cup and sniffed it. The smell was strong and pungent but also had a sweet smell. After smelling it for a long time, there was a lingering fragrance. Although it was not as good as Ten Miles Drunk, it was still very appetizing.

After the four of them toasted to each other, they drank it in one gulp, but the wine was very strange, not as strong as it smelled, but more light and gentle in the mouth, like the elegance of a gentleman, but the aroma was also lightened Many, but unsatisfactory.

"This wine is really strange. It smells fragrant, but it doesn't taste much after drinking it."

"That's one of the hallmarks of this wine."

"Interesting, what's the name of this wine?"

"The Jewel."

"Baozhu? This name is really strange, why did you choose such a name?"

"Because this wine is brewed from pig's eyes, the eyes are black and clear, so it is named after the orb."

"I see."

However, when Luan Mu was still savoring the wine glass while shaking it, Zhuang Hua instantly turned pale and exited the door. Although he intentionally covered up his vomiting, the whole room still heard it.

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding. My friend hasn't traveled much. It's the first time I've seen many things. Maybe I'm too happy, so I'm going to vomit from joy."

"It's okay, since he's not feeling well, I won't bother you anymore, and I'll ask someone to bring you quilts later."

"It's work."

After seeing Yinlang off, Luan Mu jumped out of the room and went around to the back of the building, and saw Zhuang Hua who was holding the green bamboo with a pale face.

"I've said it all, let you go out and see more, you're going to make a fool of yourself now."

"Who makes wine with pig's eyes for nothing? But you, how can you be so calm?"

"You don't know that the food in our place is much more disgusting than this."

Hearing his words, Zhuang Hua's face became even more ugly, "I will definitely not go."

"Not many people are willing to come to our place~"

Luan Mu laughed and helped him into the house, and Zhuang Hua felt better after removing those so-called delicacies.

At one o'clock at night, the festival and banquet in the village ended. Bei Wenfan and Bei Mao had so much fun that they fell asleep when they came back.The night in this deep mountain forest is also peaceful, but the chirping of cicadas outside the window makes the summer night quieter, so the dream you enter is also a little sweet.

I thought that after a good night's sleep, I would be able to rush back to the city the next morning. Who would have thought that it would not be daylight at this time, and just after the fourth watch, the chickens in the village would start to crow.

But this sound woke up the whole village. The singing rooster was put in a pen at the entrance of the village. The villagers got up together, causing a great commotion, and hurried over with torches and oil lamps in their hands.

This movement woke up the sleeping people, Luan Mu and the others hurriedly went downstairs to check the situation, when they arrived at the entrance of the village, people around were whispering, almost everyone looked strange, and Jimo Ren was standing with an ax in his hand In the middle of the crowd, Yinlang grabbed the rooster forcefully and pressed it to the ground.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?"

Luan Mu patted the shoulder of the villager in front of him, the man turned around and saw that it was an outsider, and replied impatiently, "Kill the chicken."

"Why kill it?"

"It called the wrong hour and must be killed."

"It's just calling the wrong time, so we have to put it to death? Everyone makes mistakes, let alone a chicken?"

As soon as the words came out, the villager gave Luan Mu a vicious look, "What do you know?! Once the rooster crows at the wrong time, a ghost will break in. If it crows again, it will guide the ghost into the village. If you don't kill it at this time, someone will suffer when the ghost comes in."

This family of wizards is really strange, it was the first time Luan Mu heard that the crowing of a rooster could attract ghosts at the wrong time, he saw Jimo Ren lift up the iron ax in his hand and just drop it, the rooster had its head severed.

Blood splashed all over Yin Lang's body, the chicken's head fell behind, and Jimo Ren walked out from the crowd and came towards Luan Mu and the others.

"This chicken never crowed before you came here. May I offend you and let us search it?"

"The patriarch means that he suspects that we brought ghosts?"

"I have long heard that there are hundreds of methods used by cultivators to catch ghosts. Among them, there are many who advocate catching ghosts alive. We searched just in case."

"You can't see ghosts, so how do you search them?"

"Then I have to trouble you to stay one more night. We will set up a sacrifice tonight. If there are ghosts, we will kill them. If there are no ghosts, you can leave at any time."

Jimo Ren didn't change his face, but the people around understood what he meant and blocked the entrance tightly. There was no room for them to discuss this negotiation from the very beginning.

The entrance was blocked, and several people had no choice but to sit back in the guest room. This time the door was locked from the outside, and there were two people guarding them to prevent them from leaving, but other than that, they were not treated badly. The delicacies were brought over, but in the eyes of Beimao and Wen Fan, the delicacies were nothing more than a punishment. Instead of eating, they vomited out some stomach residues, and Zhuang Hua had seen it yesterday, so he reacted Naturally, it is better than their two young disciples.

After the sacrifice was ready, it was already dusk, and Jimon Ren invited them out, and the altar was arranged as it was last night, but this time five seats were set up at the place closest to the altar, and they were forced to invite one by one sit down.

As he got closer to the altar, he could see things more clearly. For example, there were actually runes engraved on the black iron nail. The spirit-killing runes are almost the same, and the bowl of black water poured into the fire last night turned out to be Jimo Ren's own blood.

Seeing this scene, Luan Mu suddenly felt familiar. He remembered that when he was in the ghost world, he had sneaked into the first hall and read the ancient book of King Qin Guang. It was recorded in the book that there was a family of wizards in the world, and they could use blood to channel spirits. Look, isn't it referring to the Jimo people?Now it seems very likely.

At first, I thought they were pretending to be ghosts, and they must have caught the ghost by accident last night, but now Luan Mu had to worry, if the rooster crowed at the wrong time because they came here, could it be the ghost? Because the Night Watch hides around and makes it so?But speaking of it, there is already a vengeful spirit in their village, and this chicken must go wrong sooner or later.

Luan Mu raised his head to look at the sky, it happened that Xu time had just arrived, and the sacrifice began with the sound of drums, everything was just like last night, Luan Mu's hands broke out in a lot of cold sweat unknowingly, he was suddenly afraid to see someone standing on the iron pillar for a while. The ghost that emerges has a familiar face.

The torch was lit on the unicorn on the stage, and Luan Mu became more and more uneasy. Bei Yunrong saw that his brows were frowning nervously, and gently took his hand.

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm just a little worried about the night watch."

"Night Patrol is handsome, different from Xie Chong. You think too much."

What Bei Yunrong said seems to make sense, and the night patrol was here last night, but it didn't hurt a bit. It seems that he just remembered the content of the ancient book and was anxious for a while.

The fire burnt through the Qilin in the central palace, and everything was as it was yesterday, the whispers of the surrounding people became more and more noisy, the woodpile was burning with raging flames, and the blood had already fallen down, Luan Mu looked at the divine pillar and did not dare to look away at all.

However, everyone waited for nearly an hour, but there was still nothing on the divine pillar. He heaved a sigh of relief, and realized that he was still holding Bei Li's hand. He sneaked a glance at the man from the corner of his eye. He was watching the situation on stage and didn't mind at all.

"Patriarch, we have been waiting here for an hour, shouldn't we be allowed to leave?"

Jimo Ren didn't look directly at each other, "Wait a minute."

As he spoke, he picked up the porcelain bowl on the table, took another bowl of blood with a knife, and poured it into the fire, and this was really strange, the fire became more and more powerful when it met the blood. The bigger it gets, Zheng Xia gathers around the fire, isn't he asking for trouble?

Shenzhu still did not change, Luan Mu was already sweating profusely from the heat, he was a little impatient, and when he was about to open his mouth to negotiate with Jimo Ren again, someone suddenly exclaimed from the audience.