When someone with depression enters the horror game

Isn't it just boys and girls?Give!

Compared with the livelihood of the whole village, two children are nothing!

However... Which family's children should be sacrificed?

All were silent.

They gathered around the comatose witch's bed, staring at each other with incomprehensible eyes.

After all, there are fewer and fewer normal descendants in this village...

A man looked at the woman wearing a headscarf, and tentatively said, "The Zhang family's..."

The woman glared at him and lowered her head.

"The Yin family..."

No one answered.

The atmosphere became strangely silent.

Until these villagers completely lost control.

"Why is it my child! Is it easy for me to pull the child up with shit and piss!"

"Then why is it my child! Why should my child go to worship the gods!"

Even the air seemed to heat up with the quarrel of these people.

Shen Lian suddenly sat up from the bed, covered her head and shouted: "Stop arguing!"

It was like three thousand ducks chattering.

The quarrel stopped abruptly, and the villagers were stunned for a moment, stopped talking, and looked at Shen Lian together.

Shen Lian looked at them silently.

The villagers were also silent.

Everyone stood in front of Wu's bed, not speaking.

Shen Lian opened his mouth, as if it took all his strength to say these words: "Let's draw lots."

As he spoke, a tear fell from his eye in a daze.

All the villagers remained silent.

They left the room in silence, with slow, heavy steps.

The divine envoy appeared behind Shen Lian, took out a handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms, and helped him wipe away the tears.

"Pretentious." Shen Lian turned her head and gave her a blank look.

The envoy nodded his forehead and said angrily, "You are not hypocritical."

You are the most hypocritical.

Shen Lian looked out from the window, resentful like a resentful woman in a lofty pavilion: "Tell me, what am I trying to do?"

The little tomato by the window died, and the bergamot was still climbing up the low wall with its leaves dried up. This scene seemed familiar, as if I had seen it in a dream.

The envoy also imitated his posture and stood in front of the window, posing in a resentful posture: "How do I know what you are planning?"

Shen Lian snatched the envoy's handkerchief, and said sadly: "Recently, I don't know why, I feel that my soul has been bitten to the throat by a black dog, and I want to get it over with more and more."

The envoy snatched back the handkerchief again, sobbing, "You still haven't forgotten that goblin Zheng Qing! I've been by your side for so many days, even if you're a rock, you can warm you up, but you still can't forget him! What's so good about him! Are you worthy of me! I like you too..."

"You still want to die for him!" She hugged Shen Lian's waist and buried her face on Shen Lian's shoulder.

Shen Lian embraced her, met her eyes, and played the playful scumbag to the fullest: "Wu Shan, baby, don't be angry, you should understand that the living will never be able to defeat the dead."

She cried out of breath, as if stimulated by this sentence, she shouted: "I am also a dead person!"

So Shen Lian showed an extremely gentle smile, like a fox who was trying to hide his complacency: "Okay, baby, now can you tell me what the hell you are? Who is Zheng Qing? How did you die? "

Her crying stopped suddenly, as if someone had pinched her throat.

Then she smiled sweetly, coupled with her eyes that were still red from crying, it was really my pity and fascinated eyes.

Then that smile gradually changed, becoming a bit bloodthirsty, more dangerous and more alluring.

"Little Master, of course I like you, and if you like him, I will kill him..."

Shen Lian's arms were suddenly empty.

He fell back on the bed, thinking about the woman's expression and tone before and after.

Which words should be believed and which words should not be believed?

The black dog was still strangling his throat.

The ritual of worshiping the god is held on a certain morning.

The golden sun has not yet come out, and the sky is still cool.The mulberry trees by the pool shook their leaves at this time, celebrating the arrival of the morning dew that hadn't appeared for a long time.

A good omen, the villagers thought.

Boys and girls were dressed up beautifully. They put on new red clothes, painted red rouge on their faces, and hung silver longevity locks around their necks.

Shen Lian was wearing a black robe and offering incense to the gods.

The villagers all knelt down and sang the song of praying for rain left by their ancestors.

"The world is deaf, the sun and the moon are blind,

The drought in the world is not rain.The mountains and rivers are haggard and the vegetation is withered,

The merry man in heaven complains.Waiting for the god to ride a crane to Fusang,

Chill up the tired dragon and an axe.Kui Xing below the Yang God,

Tie it up and send it to Fengfu.King of Thunder,

Serving thunder and lightning, Xusou between heaven and earth,

The situation is self-sufficient. *Huo veteran is good at martial arts,

A drop of golden bottle of water in the sky fills the sky like a flying thread.

It turns into four days of coolness, sweeping away the heat of the world.

Some people gossiped and sued the Lord, and soon asked Xingyuxian,

A man sculls in the Yangtze River..."

The two children were still young, and they were taken to the wooden boat with a hole in it in a daze, and watched the wooden boat being pushed into the pool.They didn't understand what happened until the wooden boat sank to the bottom of the pool with them.

Struggling is of no avail.

Of course, the longevity lock was also sunk.

There seemed to be a few bubbles popping up on the surface of the water.

Shen Lian knew how they felt.

He has drowned and experienced the feeling of dying. When he sinks to the bottom of the water and opens his eyes, he will see the entangled aquatic plants and impurities in the water. The surroundings are quiet, without the slightest sound. The water chokes his throat and pours into his lungs , the suffocation will come up.

There may be light beams coming in, of course, it won't be very warm, but the mood is good, like being shrunk in a womb, this kind of happiness will make him ignore the physical pain...

There is no Qiao Ji under the water, and there are no other strange things, probably because no one has sunk or floated in the water there.

As for whether there are protruding lotus pods in the mud of this square pond, whether there are protruding white bones and skeletons entangled with strangers, Shen Lian doesn't know.

His own first drowning didn't work out, someone rescued him...

Wait, who saved him?

The singing continued, interrupting his thoughts.

"A drop of golden bottle of water in the sky fills the sky like a flying thread...

Turn into four days of coolness, sweep away the world's heat..."

Shen Lian may be happy now, because he has changed from a victim back then to a perpetrator today.

The singing was very nice, but it seemed that someone was singing and crying, maybe it was the child's parents.

Of course, these are not important.

Clouds moved slowly, covering the sun that had just poked its head out.

The rain has not yet fallen, but the villagers have hope.

After Shen Lian sacrificed to the gods and worshiped the sky, she suddenly turned around and knelt heavily to the villagers behind him.

"This must be the last time this pond sinks folks..."

He was weeping and his voice was hoarse.

The villagers hurried forward to help him up, they were panicked, they couldn't stand Wu's kneeling down.

Shen Lian looked at them, as if exhausted: "Everyone, let's go, let's go, wait for three days..."

Wait for three days to see if Grandpa Immortal can open his eyes.

The villagers gradually dispersed, Shen Lian looked back at the pond, feeling eerie.

Perhaps because the sun was just covered?

The first day, a little cloudy, no rain.

The second day was overcast with no rain.

On the third day, the cloud cleared and the sky was fine.

The villagers were desperate, and in despair, they were filled with incomparable anger. They surrounded Shen Lian's house with hoes and pickaxes.

"Squeak—" The door opened.

Their witches were disheveled, extremely haggard, and even their faces were blue: "God... has abandoned us."

The villagers were all stunned.

"Since He abandoned us and did not bless us, why should we respect and fear Him, and why should we worship Him and sacrifice to Him!"

His eye sockets were red, like a cornered lion.

"Why is He abandoning us, not us abandoning Him!"

There are fewer and fewer descendants of Ankang in the village, and the village is suffering from drought, can God not see it?Or see it but hold it up?Are you not going to bring us a little bit of help, a little bit of benefit?

What is the use of things that do not bring us benefits?

What's the use?

The villagers also seemed to be driven crazy by Shen Lian's appearance. A group of people took their weapons and rushed towards the ancestral hall in mighty fashion.

"Bang—" The plaque of the ancestral hall was knocked down.

The crowd moved the gods out of the ancestral hall, overturned the incense table, overturned the incense candles, trampled the tribute fruit, and destroyed the curtain.

The futon that Shen Lian used to kneel on day and night was also torn into pieces.

The ancestral hall is no longer as glamorous as it used to be, it looks like a big girl with yellow flowers who has just been raped, broken and messy.

The idol was moved to the edge of the pond, and its majestic face was covered with spit.

The villagers seemed to be still angry, and hit it with hoes and picks, trying to vent their long-standing anger.

The corpses of the gods were dismembered, and they threw the stumps and arms into the pond with the same skill as they pushed the wooden boats carrying people into the bottom of the pond.

It was as if everything was over.

Shen Lian knelt by the pool, slashed his wrist with a knife, and the bright red blood trickled down to the ground, seeping down, which actually brought him a strange pleasure.

He kowtowed and said sadly, "May God send rain, and I would like to reduce my life by ten years!"

His head and neck seemed to have cooled down. He looked up and saw a drop of water falling down.

"Boom-"

The rain is coming.

The villagers cheered excitedly, like crazy beasts.

Shen Lian turned her head and glanced at the pond.

Inside, because the statue was pushed into the water, the putrid mud stirred up at the bottom of the pool had not yet settled, and it was turbid.

People are good at making gods, and even better at destroying gods.

He smiled.

Perhaps when the villagers smashed the plaques of the ancestral hall, he was the new god.