Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 19
pat, pat.

If there is a seemingly nonexistent cave wind mixed with the sound of dripping water, it caresses Fang Yao's ears from time to time, even with a mask on, it can't be caught clearly.

But the stench mixed in the wind is real.

Although the villagers were afraid of the cave god's punishment, they were even more afraid that they would become white-haired-eyed lunatics who lost their minds and died soon.

After the hole was dug out, without much hesitation, everyone packed up their things and tools, put on new tung oil torches, and followed Fang Yao into the hole.

There are a lot of mouse feces in the cave, all the way to the depths, some particles are even bigger than broad beans, most of them have been dried, and they make a rattling sound when stepped on.

A Wu and two other young people in the village held torches to explore the way ahead.

Fang Yao led Dabao and the younger sister to walk in the middle, and A Wu Niang squeezed beside Dabao very familiarly, flatteringly said: "Master, aren't you tired of leading the two children? How about I hug one for you?"

"Need not."

Fang Yao refused coldly, and took the child to take two quick steps.

A Wu Niang curled her lips behind her back, showing a hint of complacency, she didn't really want to hug the child, she just made an excuse to squeeze beside the most powerful person.

Originally, Fang Yao wanted Dabao, Xiaomei, and the other two younger children in the village to stay outside, but she was afraid that someone would suddenly mutate after she left, so after thinking about it, she still took the children with her.

The terrain of the cave is downwards, and it gets darker as you go deeper. Holding a torch, you enter it, as if a little starlight has melted into the ink that is too thick to melt. Only a few steps around, there is a little light.

Under the shaking torches, the uneven stone wall beside him showed weird edges and corners.

The children were not as nervous as the adults. They looked around with their heads poking around, their eyes full of novelty.

Suddenly, Fang Yao remembered something and asked: "Is there any allusion to this cave temple?"

A Wu Niang was close, and upon hearing the words, she quickly answered: "Yes, don't look at the poverty of our Li family village, the cave temple in the village is a famous place in Shiliba Village of Liyang County!"

It turned out that Lijia Village was not Lijia Village a hundred years ago, but there was a cave temple here. It is not known who built the temple. It is said that he was a super rich businessman.

After the wealthy businessman built this cave temple, he specially paid for a family of brothers surnamed Li to help take care of it and clean it. The wealthy businessman would come here to make offerings every July.

The wealthy businessman gave generous money, and the brothers surnamed Li simply reclaimed fields nearby for the convenience of taking care of the cave temple, and settled down like this.

This is how Lijiacun came to be. The rich merchants disappeared later. The descendants of the rich merchants came here only once until Daxiang changed hands.

But the village has continued the tradition. Every July, it will raise funds to make offerings to the cave temple.

Chickens, ducks, and wine were all placed on the altar. It was miraculous to say that these offerings were really collected by the cave gods, and within two days, they would be eaten up.

One day, a beggar from the village passed by here and stayed in the temple at night. He was so hungry that he saw no one around, so he thought about the offerings in front of the statue.

As a result, in the middle of the night, the screams of beggars sounded in Lijia Village. When everyone looked for them with torches, the offerings on the altar were turned into a mess, and the beggars became crazy, with sharp blood marks all over their faces and ears One was ripped off and disappeared.

This strange story of gods and gods has spread to ten miles and eight villages. Because of this incident, people in the village have even more respect for the cave temple, but at the same time they are also very taboo.

The offerings are all catching up, and no one dares to make offerings.

A Wuniang sighed after talking about it: "But in the past two years of severe drought, no one has anything to eat. Where did the tribute come from? In previous years, everyone paid together. This year, all the tributes were paid for by our men alone. , but who knows what happened.”

The disaster came so violently that everyone in the village thought it was the wrath of the cave god.

Fang Yao was in a complicated mood. It turned out that the people in Lijia Village were actually the guardians of the cave temple in a certain way.

However, the rich businessman who built the temple in Ah Wu Niang's words is very suspicious. She asked: "What is the name of the rich businessman? What does he do? How long has it been since he came?"

The patriarch at the back interjected: "I only know that the rich businessman's surname is Mu. He said that he traveled all over the world to do juggling in his early years, but he didn't tell anyone how he became prosperous later. Everyone in the village guessed that he might have encountered some kind of opportunity or a noble person. It is said that It’s been here in the past few years, tens of hundreds of years have passed, how can we know so clearly, it’s all from the mouths of our own adults.”

Fang Yao was a little melancholy. It has been so long, and in this ancient society where information is not circulated, it is really like being disconnected, and it is difficult to find clues.

Seeing her silence, the villagers did not dare to speak again, and the group walked forward cautiously in silence.

It's just that A Wu Niang quietly pulled her man, deliberately slowed down, and fell behind, and the two quietly whispered their ears.

A Wu Niang lowered her voice, "Wuzi's father, none of us know about the cave behind the cave temple. I'm afraid it wasn't because the rich businessman hid the treasure here on purpose, or why did the juggler who traveled all over the world suddenly become a rich man..."

The patriarch also had some doubts in his heart, but he frowned and said, "Then who eats the offerings every year?"

These words reminded Ah Wu Niang, her face was a little scared, she was afraid of being heard by something in the cave, so she didn't dare to mention this again, and hurried to catch up with the person in front.

Probably because of going deep into the bottom of the mountain, some damp marks gradually seeped from the cave wall. Although there were no obvious drops of water, it was no longer as dry as it was at the beginning.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Fang Yao suddenly stopped and said in a very soft voice, "Everyone, be careful, that thing is just ahead... 100 meters away."

Ah Wu and the others stood at the front, and their hearts jumped when they heard the words. One of them held a torch and wanted to go forward, but they couldn't see anything except the darkness.

"Master, what the hell is coming..."

Fang Yao narrowed her eyes and stared at it closely: "I can't see it yet, it's blocked by a strange box, but... I heard its voice."

pat, pat.

It became clearer and clearer, as if a whip was gently whipping the mud.

There is also the faint sound of wind, like breathing, more like sighing.

She let go of the two children's hands, held the sickle tightly, took two steps forward, and ordered: "According to what we said before, the rest of you stay here and take care of the children."

A Wu Niang immediately hugged the machete nervously, and stood behind Dabao and the younger sister, "Master, don't worry, Huanzi and I will take good care of Dabao and the younger sister."

Fang Yao was actually not at ease, but there was nothing he could do now, another person fell ill on the way, and everyone would suffer later.

She could only pull the children aside to give instructions, and then took the opportunity to look at the brochure. Except for the evil cave god, there were no other clues.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yao put away her things, carried the sickle and walked forward with the young and old in the village.

Ah Wu and the others were still holding the torches, and approached slowly. The ground became more and more uneven, and there were many bowl-sized holes on the ground. If you didn't pay attention, your feet would get stuck in it.

Fang Yao lowered her head, saw the wriggling creatures in these holes at a glance, resisted her disgust and said: "Be careful, these holes are full of rats that haven't grown fur yet."

Everyone immediately understood that this cave was indeed the lair of those rats!

"That thing in front...could it also be a plague monster?"

Before the patriarch could finish his words, the sound of howling wind pierced through the air.

(End of this chapter)