When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

Night falls.

In Xiaoli Village shrouded in darkness, lanterns covered with white paper were lit up in front of every house, making it even more intrusive.

The villagers were wearing heavy clothes, one by one, they walked out of the house, so quiet that they didn't make a sound, their faces were all pale and lifeless.

Under the darkness of night, the crowd gathered silently around the old locust tree in the center of the village.

The ceremony of worshiping the gods was not lively, but there was only a dead silence, and the whole process was full of a strange sense of ritual.

Sester Stirridge stood directly in front of the crowd, looking up at the lush and dense canopy in front of him, with an uncontrollable triumph in his eyes.

The hooded man who was deprived of his rights stood behind him, silently, but gently put his palm on the black coffin beside him.

In this heavy coffin, Feng Qingtong's unconscious body was stored.

The old village chief also appeared from the crowd, accompanied by a trembling Xiao Li.

The villagers who wrapped themselves tightly came forward one after another and carried the two wooden figures to the shade of the old locust tree.

These two wooden figures are exactly the "Bride" and "Old Li" who held their wedding and funeral in Baibai.

The villagers brought brand new red cloth, wrapped the two immovable wooden figures layer by layer, and decorated them with bright blood.

Everyone was very solemn, and there was a hint of fanaticism in their devout expressions.

Xiao Li, who was as weak as a chicken, shrank his neck and hesitated a bit. The old village chief couldn't stand it, so he stepped forward and pushed him deliberately.

Xiao Li almost stumbled. When he saw the serious eyes of the old village chief, he swallowed dryly, stepped forward shivering, and pushed the two wooden figures related to him to the old locust tree with his own hands...

In the darkness, the ceremony of worshiping the gods was going on silently, like a crime hidden under the darkness.

At the northernmost point away from Xiaoli Village, Yi Qi was sitting on the edge of the cliff, with two slender legs hanging down from the cliff, shaking slightly boredly.

Under his feet, there is a bottomless abyss, the darkest depths faintly roar and roar, like a huge mouth that chooses to bite.

But Yi Qi looked calm, without any trace of panic.

And a person who was also sitting next to him leaned towards him and bumped into his shoulder intimately.

"Look over there—"

Fengzhu turned his head and looked in the direction of Xiaoli Village, with a mocking smile on his face, but a pair of dark golden eyes were completely cold: "The ceremony of worshiping the gods has begun!"

Yi Qi just looked down into the abyss: "I know."

"Aren't you going to the scene to see the excitement? The others aren't going either?" Feng Zhu turned his head to look at him again, his cold eyes gradually melted away, "Where are the two servants beside you?"

Yi Qi raised his head and retorted seriously: "The two of them are friends, companions, and comrades in arms... except that they are not followers."

"Okay!" Feng Zhu shrugged indifferently, "I'm just surprised, why did they suddenly become enlightened? Tonight, they actually walked away wisely, leaving us a two-person world."

"A world for two?" Yi Qi rarely smiled, his eyes fixed on the abyss under his feet, "I'm afraid they don't agree."

Accompanied by the roaring and roaring sound from the depths of the cliff, blurred figures also crawled out from the darkness, clinging to the cliff and wriggling forward, twisting their limbs, struggling upward, densely gathered into a black shadow.

This black shadow climbed all the way to the edge of the cliff, and the people standing above could vaguely discern that it was a group of scarred women from the hideous and blurred faces of the figures.

So... it's not them, it's them!

Unknowingly, the surrounding fog once again appeared.

This is a group of ghosts who have died long ago, but are full of hatred, and refuse to disperse because of obsession, so their souls are imprisoned in the abyss!

Through the hazy white mist, Yi Qi and the group of resentful spirits looked at each other.

In this group of vague female figures, a woman with a shriveled body and needlework scars on her lips, like a phantom, stepped out of the abyss.

She is the only ghost who can break through the abyss and come to the cliff.

Walking around the still Yiqi two times, the female ghost did not show any malice, but bent down full of respect, and put down something in the direction of Fengzhu.

That is an orange!

A small, greenish-yellow orange, apparently picked from a wild orange tree, looked sour.

After putting down the oranges, the female ghost floated back to the depths of the cliff again like a gust of wind, and returned to her fellow wraith companions.

It seemed that she came out specially to give the two of them an orange.

Or, it was just specially given to Fengzhu.

The dense group of resentful spirits at the foot did not disperse, but gathered more and more, secretly peeping at the two people above the cliff.

In particular, there were a lot of eyes focused on Feng Zhu.

Unmoved, Fengzhu picked up the tumbled orange from the grass, brought it to Yi Qi's eyes, and teased him: "Do you want to eat it?"

Yi Qi looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "They like you very much."

Not just liking, but more like respect.

A kind of respect that even if you are trapped in the abyss and have nothing, you have to pick a wild orange to express your gratitude.

It was this female ghost who took advantage of the mist to ferry them into Xiaoli Village herself.

Obviously, Fengzhu and this group of wraiths have known each other for a long time.

Fengzhu picked up the orange, rolled it absently in his hands, and then peeled the orange: "Do you know where they picked this orange?"

Yi Qi looked down at the abyss under his feet: "According to geographical conditions, there should be a good ecological environment at the bottom of this cliff."

Fengzhu smiled: "The scenery under the cliff is really good, it is a small valley. The trees are shaded, the stream is gurgling, animals, birds, flowers and insects are all available, snakes, insects, rats and ants can be seen everywhere, and white bones are exposed in the wild. The human body was smashed into puddles of rotten flesh."

"Several green fruit trees are rooted on the carrion, desperately absorbing the nutrients from the corpses, and bearing fruitful fruits, which grow better than ordinary wild fruits."

After that, he peeled off a piece of orange and put it in his mouth, but he frowned from the sourness: "Forget it! It's still very sour."

Yi Qi frowned when he heard this: "Since it is a fruit grown from a dead person, why do you want to eat it?"

Fengzhu blinked his eyes, and swallowed the sour orange with difficulty: "Since it is their tribute to me, why don't you eat it?"

"Besides, what the fruit tree absorbs is just a pair of rotten skins. It is the villagers who really eat the flesh and blood of women."

He pointed to the cliff in front of him again: "This place was just a deep ditch before, do you know what the name of the deep ditch is?"

Yiqi: "What name?"

Fengzhu laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of harsh sarcasm: "30 years ago, the villagers called it-Dead Child Ditch!"

dead boy ditch...

In the beginning, it was just a closed and conservative village, following the rules of the ancestors, and children who died young were not allowed to be buried in the ancestral graves.

Some poor villagers love money and are too lazy to make coffins for children who died young, so they directly throw the bodies of these children who cannot be buried in the ancestral graves into the deep ditch in the north of the village, and let God take care of the funeral.

As time goes by, many unburied children's corpses are thrown away, so this place is named "Dead Children's Ditch"!

Later, not only the corpses of the children who died young, but also the baby girls born by some people were also secretly thrown into the deep ditch.

Some baby girls were still alive when they were thrown down, and often two or three days later, faint weak cries could still be heard coming from the ditch of dead babies.

But it still can't stop the villagers throwing the "losing money" that they gave birth to one after another into the ditch of dead children!

They threw away the "losing goods", and then took money out of their own pockets to buy women from outside the hands of human traffickers, imprisoned them in the village, and continued to have children.

Some bought women are disobedient, so they are tied up and beaten, and locked up without food... There are many ways to toss people, and there is always a way to make people submit.

If you accidentally strike hard and torture the woman you bought to death, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

According to the old tradition, throw the corpse into the deep ditch, and the family will slowly save money and buy another woman!When you buy the next one, you can't be indifferent!

Generation after generation in the village, it goes on like this.

The gap of dead children can never be filled, and the evil thoughts of people's hearts will never stop.

Until one day, a trafficked woman managed to escape from the cage.

The woman's body has long been shriveled from starvation and cold, her face is all purple from the beating, her legs have been beaten out of order, and she staggers when she runs.

But she always refused to give in, and there was always a compelling anger hidden in the depths of her eyes.

But that only brought her more beatings, and more inhuman abuse.

Because she was always yelling and yelling crazily, her mouth couldn't be blocked. The buyer thought it was annoying, so she just sewed her lips shut with a needle and thread.

The pain of the steel needle piercing through the flesh still remained in her memory, and the nagging of the family kept echoing in her ears: "Why do you say you are so stubborn? Can't you just live a good life? Today's women Why are you looking for trouble all day long? It's just a few children, and it can kill you?"

"I love you too! This is just to teach you a little lesson. After two days, when you become obedient, the thread that has been sewn on will be removed for you. Do you understand?"

They all thought she had figured it out!

But she doesn't understand, she never understands!

On the night when her lips were sewn up, the woman limped out while the guards were lax, dragging her frail body.

But even if she ran out and was in the unfamiliar mountains, where could she escape?

In the darkness where she could not see her five fingers, she didn't know the direction, and fled towards the north in a daze.

The weak body has reached its limit, the scene in front of him seems to be distorted and blurred, and the wound on the lip is constantly oozing blood.

When she was blocked by the bottomless dead child ditch, her heart was already desperate.

Noisy and angry voices gradually came from behind, and gradually approached her.

Those people have found out that she has escaped!

In desperation, she frantically tore open the thread that was sewn on her mouth, almost tearing her lips into a ball of rotten flesh.

Then, she was finally able to let out a shrill, shrill laugh. Accompanied by the sound of desperate and sharp curses, she jumped towards the cliff in front of her.

Even if you die, you can't go back!

As her body continued to fall, her vision began to blur.

Looking at the same drowsy black night sky above her head, even if she was about to fall into a ball of rotten flesh in the next second, the resentment in the woman's heart still hadn't abated.

hatred!She hates it!Hate hate hate hate——

Curse those people, they will die forever! !

Maybe she is still falling, maybe she has fallen to the bottom of the cliff and died, anyway, in the endless resentment, she actually saw the sky open a pair of golden eyes.

The golden color is as bright as a candle, like an illusion.

Someone whispered in her ear: "I come here with the smell of hatred."

"It's pure hate...beautiful!"

"Do you want the power of revenge?"

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