Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

The mountain road was difficult to walk, and Grandmother Creek was far away from the village chief's house. When they returned on foot, it was almost afternoon.

A shed was erected at some point on the wide road, and the ginkgo leaves all over the ground were swept away. A table was set up a few steps away, and dozens of tables were neatly arranged, full of banquet guests.

There are lanterns and festoons everywhere, the mellow and strong aroma of wine permeates in the mountain wind, and most of the village can smell the aroma of delicious food and game.

The guests pushed cups to change cups, drank happily, and loved each other with wonderful words.

A few long-bearded old men in red clothes sat on the farthest edge, beating gongs, drums, and suona, and children stood aside, singing folk songs loudly.

"Village Chief, we're back from catching fish—"

"We're back—"

With a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, the sweetheart baby raised one corner of his lips obliquely, and walked swaggeringly at the front of the line, hearing his voice first if he didn't see him, looking like a king patrolling mountains.

The strong men who acted as coolies, Teacher Lin and Yun Shengbai followed closely behind, each carrying a basket full of live fish.

After traveling through mountains and rivers for such a long time, the fish not only did not die, but were full of energy, jumping around in the bamboo basket, and knocked the lid with a crackling sound.

When the banquet guests saw them, they greeted them with smiles.

A 40-year-old man with a Chinese character face and a long beard looked respectable and respectable, stood up and raised his glass to them: "These are the distant relatives of the village chief and the mages who came to pray for blessings, right?"

"Catch the fish and come back? Is it going well?"

"It's almost You hour, you guys will be busy later."

"Take off the pannier and take a seat quickly. Today, the village chief opened a bottle of vintage wine. You can't drink it on weekdays... Hahahaha..."

The fish looked too shabby, and the little sweetheart didn't kill him, and finally chose to pick wild fruits to satisfy his hunger.

Sweetheart looked at the delicious food on the table with longing eyes, bent her saliva involuntarily, covered her sore little heart, and squeezed out a smile that seemed to be mixed with water: "Smooth and smooth..."

"Have fun, let's go to the village chief first. [Forced face and smile jpg.]."

"Don't worry, don't worry..." Seeing that Little Sweetheart was about to leave, the village uncle hurriedly left the table to stop him.

The village uncle looked at him condescendingly for a while, with a somewhat satisfied look in his eyes, and stroked his long beard: "The girl is so handsome, do you know Fang's name?"

"Is there a marriage?"

Before the sweetheart baby could answer, Guan Ju walked up to him in two or three steps, raised his hand and shook his sharp chin left and right, pursed his lips and smiled at the villager uncle, there seemed to be ginkgo leaves rustling in his peach blossom eyes. Wan Zhong: "Uncle, don't look at him as tender, in fact, his child can already make soy sauce."

The village uncle was stunned for a moment, the joy faded from his eyes, a little bit of disappointment appeared, and he shook his head: "That's really a pity, I thought I had a chance to hire a beautiful girl for my boy."

The village uncle looked at Sweetheart Baby again with regretful eyes, and asked unwillingly, "I don't know your husband's name?"

The little sweetheart turned her head and glanced at Guan Ju, blinked her eyes, her brown eyes were covered with mist, and said meaningfully: "The surname is Guan, and the single name is the word "Ji."

Guan Ju: "..."

Sweetheart raised her eyebrows lightly: "The children can already make soy sauce."

Guan Ju: "..."

People walk on the road, and the pot comes from the sky.

At this moment, the village chief came out of the yard with a cane, breaking the delicate atmosphere.

"Are you back?"

"It's been a lot of hard work..."

"Let me see how the fish is this time... hey?!"

The village chief paused, his hands on crutches seemed to be trembling, his half-closed eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at them in surprise, his chapped lips trembled, and he made a hoarse voice like phlegm stuck in his throat: "What about the villagers who went with you?"

"Why...why didn't any one come back?!"

Little Sweetheart rubbed her cheeks with her fingertips, thinking about the sentence "Why didn't anyone come back", raised her eyebrows.

It seems that the adults in the village have all survived the "Blood Sacrifice to the Mountain Stream" ceremony. They all know the price and are proud to be sacrifices to the grandmother god.

Little sweetheart helped the strong man remove the bamboo basket from his back, placed it in front of the village head, kicked it lightly, lowered his voice, and said in a mysterious way: "They... were all taken to the Paradise by the grandmother god."

The village chief looked at the swaying bamboo basket that was hit by the fish, his swollen eyes slowly bent, and a few dry wrinkles appeared at the end of the eyes. The surprise in the eyes disappeared completely, and a strange light was emitted. .

"Hey... I didn't expect that the grandmother god would choose all the children away this time."

"Grandmother God likes sacrifices, it's great, the coming year will be smooth and rainy...hehehe..."

The village head put down the crutch in his hand, folded his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and bowed three times to the north respectfully.

While worshiping, he chanted "Grandmother God is merciful and merciful, and Grandmother God appears and blesses you".

Seeing that the village chief was completely fooled and convinced, everyone involuntarily looked away, holding back their lungs from laughing.

——Cheat paper, obviously we sent them to the "Elysium" with our own hands.

You can show some face.

After the village chief worshiped the grandmother god, he carefully opened the bamboo basket and took a look inside: "Hehe...the fish this time is really plump and fresh...It seems that the grandmother god is really satisfied...hehehe..."

Yun Shengbai unloaded the remaining two baskets of fish, pushed them in front of the village head, and gently raised the corners of his lips: "There are so many fish, is it enough?"

The village chief looked up at him, with a weird smile on his wrinkled face, his mouth was getting bigger and bigger, his old eyes were half-closed, and they shot a cold light, and repeated several times, "Enough, enough. "

"'Fish', enough."

……

The village was very quiet at night. The villagers carried red lanterns with happy characters in their hands, carrying several large boxes of offerings covered with red cloth and tied with red silk, and marched along the mountain stream.

The mysterious grandmother's temple stands at the end of the mountain stream.

For some reason, the further you went down, the tighter the wind and the temperature continued to drop. When it was about to arrive, the bitter mountain wind almost overturned the sacrificial procession.

The wind was mixed with thin blade-like snowflakes, which made people's faces hurt.

"Snowing."

The little sweetheart lowered her eyes, raised her hand and took off the cloak behind her, and put it on behind Guan Ju calmly.

Enveloped by the sudden warmth, Guan Ju was startled, and turned to look behind her.

A layer of snow fell on the little sweetheart who was one step away from her. He was stretching out his delicate palms, but he caught more and more dense snowflakes, and his ears were red from the cold.

Guan Ju quickly retracted his gaze, pursed the corners of his lips, and raised his hand to gather the fluffy collar to conceal his gradually flushed cheeks.

"It's snowing! It's snowing!"

"Grandma God has appeared!"

"...Hahaha...Grandmother God Bless!"

The villagers slowed down their pace and looked towards the cloudy sky with a slow reaction, with a kind of almost crazy joy on their faces.

"Hey, I said..."

"The weather is getting worse and worse, why don't you worry about it, but more happy?"

Little Sweetheart patted a villager on the shoulder, tilted his head, and asked curiously.

"Oh...you, you are foreigners, so you don't know..."

"In our village, snowfall before the sacrifice is an auspicious sign, which indicates that the next sacrifice will go well."

"It also indicates that the grandmother God has agreed to this marriage."

The villager was only in his twenties, his cheeks were flushed when he saw Sweetheart's alluring face, and he wringed his fingers embarrassingly while explaining.

When the word "marriage" was mentioned, she still shyly looked at the sweetheart, with anticipation in her eyes and a fascinated smile on her face.

"I see, thank you, little brother."

"I also want to ask, why do you worship gods at night here? Also at night when you send off your wedding?"

"Isn't this very unlucky?"

Sweetheart's lips curled into a subtle arc, and she stared at the villager with a warm smile.

"Worship God...hehehehe...yeah..."

"The customs in our village are different from those in other places...you will know when you go..."

"That...I'm behind...Let's go first..."

This time the villagers were not fooled by the sugar-coated cannonballs of the sweetheart, the blush on their faces faded in an instant, their eyeballs kept rolling, and they ran away after answering a few words without logic.

"Don't tease NPCs, be careful of retribution, you are a monster who eats both men and women."

Yun Shengbai tapped Little Sweetheart on the head with his folding fan, and looked at him meaningfully.

"I'm wronged, I didn't molested him." Little Sweetheart covered his head and tugged at Guanju's sleeve tearfully, "Second Lord, you care about the white fox, he actually hit him~~"

"It hurts so much~~"

Sweetheart's big eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the corners of the eyes were red, which looked particularly dazzling in the ice and snow.

Guan Ju glanced at him, pulled back his sleeves, and ruthlessly snorted: "It deserves it."

……

The moment the sacrificial procession stopped, the wind and snow in the sky stopped miraculously.

Looking up, the trees around the grandmother's temple are lush and green, with twisted branches, like sharp and thin claws, stretching out to the sky, in stark contrast to the surrounding dead branches and leaves.

The mountains and forests are vast, filled with a black miasma that is so thick that it cannot be melted away, it seems that there are ghosts and monsters lurking in the dark.

The villagers are very familiar with this place, they lit the elevated brazier in front of the temple, and hung the lanterns one by one on the wall.

By the light of the fire, you can see that the walls of the grandmother's temple are painted with scarlet bright paint. The main hall has a gable roof with double eaves, and the dark gray tile eaves are upturned. Clay sculpture of a monster with head and body.

There is a golden plaque on the top of the temple gate, with three blood-red characters "Grandmother Temple" written on it.

There are two small temples on both sides of the main hall, which enshrine a statue with a human face and a fish body.

This weird statue is so lifelike that it looks like a live fish in a mountain stream.

So when everyone saw it, not only were they not afraid, but they wanted to laugh a little.

——It feels like there are two emoticons enshrined in the temple, asking them vividly, "Are you a sand sculpture?"

This grandmother god has really peculiar taste.

Bai Ze silently looked at the surrounding environment, paused slightly when his burning eyes swept over the small temple, and said in a low voice: "The direction of the incense burner is downward."

Everyone was startled, and turned their eyes to the two small temples again.

Sure enough, the mouth of the incense burner in front of the small temple was facing downwards, all the incense sticks were firmly inserted on the mouth of the burner, and the incense ash fell to the ground.

Holding three incense sticks in his hands, the village head bowed devoutly in front of the small temple, chanting a mantra with a strong local accent.

As soon as the words fell, the wind in the mountain forest suddenly became louder, and the rancid smell slowly came out from the ground, mixed with the sandalwood fragrance, and drifted in the wind.

It seems that something has been summoned, lurking in the woods.

And, very much.

Yun Shengbai stared at the village head's movements, his expression was a little bit bad, he frowned, and said in a low voice: "Incense, the curling smoke can go straight to the depths of the sky, it is a way for mortals to communicate with gods."

"These villagers are doing the opposite. Could it be that they want to communicate with Nether?"

Bai Ze rolled his eyes, and said thoughtfully, "Or, this grandmother god herself climbed up from the nether world."

The brawny man was so frightened by their words that he shivered, tightened his clothes, rubbed his red nose, and whispered tremblingly, "Hearing what you said, I always feel that this grandmother's temple is eerie..."

"Also, don't the shapes of those tree trunks look like human limbs?"

"It looks so uncomfortable, as if something is staring at me."

Guan Ju patted his head and said with a smile:

"Aren't you talking nonsense? The one who lives inside is so sinister. Could it be that the cave is dressed up to welcome you?"

Yun Shengbai put the folding fan to his lips and "hush": "Keep your voice down, don't let the villagers hear it, so as not to cause trouble."

After the villagers worshiped the two small temples, they pushed open the gate of the main hall and lit the lamp slaves inside.

"It must be very dangerous inside, everyone should be careful, especially newcomers."

"go in."

Looking at the warm light coming out of the temple, Yun Shengbai ordered softly.

"Isn't this... the woman I saw in Shanxi...!"

"Why is she sitting in front of the incense table!"

The strong man retreated again and again, his heart rate soared instantly, and the blood all over his body was flowing backwards. There was no thought in his mind, only instinctive fear remained.

Where the statue was supposed to be, there was actually a grand master's chair, with a woman in red sitting on top of it!

The woman's stature was about the same as Guan Ju's, she was wearing a bright red slanted-front gown, her black hair was hanging softly on her chest, her face was covered with a red veil, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

Holding a harpoon in his hand, with a weird smile in his eyes, he looked down at everyone in the temple.

There is not a trace of sacred atmosphere in the temple, but there is a weirdness everywhere.

Bai Ze firmly held the strong man's arm, stopped him from further retreating, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

"Just a puppet."

The burly man shook his head vigorously, took a few breaths, and looked again

Sure enough, it was just a lifelike puppet.

Because of the exquisite craftsmanship, at first glance, it really looks like a living person.

The strong man patted his chest like he was alive after a catastrophe, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

After looking around, Bai Ze found that there was more than one strange place in this temple.

The left and right walls are painted with large expanses of colorful narrative murals. If you look closely, you can see the grandmother's creek full of corpses and various bloody massacre scenes painted on the walls.

In the center of the temple, there is a spring with a size of two square meters.

The village head is directing the villagers to pour the fish into the spring.

After the fish entered the spring water, they immediately swung their tails and swam freely.

After being dehydrated for almost a day, they are still alive.

The villagers kneeled in neat rows in front of the clear spring. The village head stood by the spring, cut his palm with a knife, and put his fist on top of the spring.

The moment the blood dripped into the spring water, the calm spring water suddenly began to churn, gushing out streams of bright red liquid.

Bitter wind poured into the temple, making a shrill whimpering sound, and the candles on the wall flickered from time to time, making the atmosphere even more gloomy.

"Hahahaha--"

"Hee hee - hee hee - ah -"

Waves of women's laughter sounded faintly, non-stop for a long time, soul-stirring.

After the village head heard the laughter, his old face slowly wrinkled, showing a horrified and distorted smile, he knelt down on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Grandmother God, the sacrifice has entered the spring, we voluntarily put The flesh and blood is dedicated to you, please bless the grandmother god!"

"Grandmother God please take us to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss!"

An He lay on Jing Ke's back, hugged Jing Ke's neck tightly, trembling uncontrollably, only felt a chill creeping out from the cracks in his bones, and his whole body was frozen by the laughter.

"Little ancestor, don't be too tight."

Jing Ke was so strangled that he couldn't breathe, he stretched his neck and struggled. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the grandmother god puppet on the grand master's chair, his eyes opened instantly, and he almost froze on the spot.

His Adam's apple moved rapidly, and it took him a while to find his voice: "Do you feel that the puppet's hair... grows?"

The puppet's hair, along the chest, hangs softly on the ground, like a black waterfall, spreading all over the ground, dancing with the wind, and it looks even weirder under the flickering candlelight.

When the strong man saw it, he almost cried out. He covered his mouth tightly and said in a low voice, "I swear, when I just came in, the puppet's hair only reached the chest!!"

"Is this really...really just a puppet?"

An Hao's heart jumped into her throat, and she hurriedly buried her head in Jing Ke's neck, shaking even more violently.

Sweetheart turned around and said to them, "Don't panic, no matter what it is, the beating is over."

That Wang Qingquan has completely turned blood red, and the fluctuations are getting more and more violent. The blood-like spring water is constantly rolling, overflowing the ground, and rapidly spreading to the surroundings.

The oxygen in the air seemed to be pulled away, and everyone felt a strong sense of suffocation, as if there were two hands tightly clutching their necks.

"This spring is not flowing properly..." Little Sweetheart looked down at the ground, and his heart tightened, "Look, there is something on the ground!"

The players looked down, only to find that there was a ditch the size of a finger engraved on the ground. After the spring water was poured into it, a huge scarlet painting of Ukiyo Hyakuki was drawn.

The ghosts have ferocious faces, as if they will climb out of the ground to hook the feet of living people in the next second, and drag them into the endless abyss.

"Hahahaha--"

"Well—you're all good boys—well—"

"Crackling—hehe—this blood is so sweet—hehe—"

The woman's laughter sounded again.

This time, it was accompanied by a chewing and swallowing sound.

"Grandmother God is here...it's Grandmother God..."

"Grandmother god is on...Grandmother god take me away..."

The villagers clasped their hands tightly, opened their mouths exaggeratedly, and with an eager desire on their faces, they kept kowtowing until their foreheads were bloody.

"Hee hee - good boy -"

"Hee hee - I'll take you to a carefree - a world of bliss without pain -"

The bewitching voice made the villagers even more excited, almost knocking to death on the ground.

Just as the blood spring was turbulent and undulating more and more violently, something suddenly came out of the blood spring, and shot towards the center of the villagers quickly. With an uncapturable movement, it rolled up a villager and threw it into the air.

Everyone looked into the air in horror, only to realize that it was a huge blood-red tongue that wrapped around the villagers!

"Ah-"

The villagers were covered in blood from the thorns on their tongues, with a complex expression of extreme fear and joy on their faces, motionless, and only let out piercing screams.

"Hee hee... I don't know how this tastes..."

"Twist..."

The huge tongue jerked violently, and there was a crackling sound of flesh being crushed in the air.

"Lick and lick..."

The tip of the tongue swept over the villager's head, and the villager's face instantly turned into a bloody mess.

"Take a dip..."

The grandmother god seemed to have had enough fun, wrapped her tongue around the villager, and plunged into the blood spring.

"Crackling... hee hee... Shang Ke..."

Although the disgusting tongue was gone, the sound of eating echoed in the temple very clearly, which sent chills down the spine.

After seeing this horrible cannibal scene, the villagers did not run away, but still knelt neatly, waiting for the grandmother god to choose.

Little Sweetheart flicked out the long whip, moved closer to Guan Ju, and said with a smile, "I didn't say that..."

"Why do I feel that this grandmother god is playing hot pot?"

"Pick out the tender ones from the pile of meatballs, and put them in the tomato soup to rinse—"

Guan Ju glared at him: "Can you stop talking nonsense?"

Little Sweetheart bit her lower lip: "All right, all right..."

Guan Ju: "It's obviously a hot pot! [Jpg with a serious face]"

Their voices were not too loud, but the people around them could hear them clearly, and they felt annoyed and funny in their hearts.

Yun Shengbai unscrewed the folding fan with a snap, and snorted coldly: "You pervert, if you talk so much nonsense, be careful that she will make you a four-square grid."

The strong man looked at the roof speechlessly, biting a small handkerchief and complaining:

"It's scary enough now, please stop talking..."

"Besides... I won't dare to play hot pot anymore..."

"Ah..." Grandmother let out a contented sigh, "Who will I choose next..."

Her tone was very slow, like the sound of a giant snake swimming slowly against a fern.

But the speed of that tongue is not the same thing. Before the words fell, the two villagers were rolled up at lightning speed and swallowed into the blood spring.

The color of the blood spring became darker and darker, and a few clean bones were thrown out from time to time.

The huge tongue sticks out again, the mucous membrane at the tip of the tongue is slightly opened, revealing a blood-red eye, patrolling the temple.

When he glanced over Jing Ke, he paused, and there was a playful look in his eyes: "Oh... there are monks and Taoist priests... Well... I'm the happiest... Hee hee..."

At this moment, the ghosts in the Ukiyo Hyakki-e on the floor are slowly opening their eyes.

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