smuggler

Chapter 118 Sacrifice to the Dragon King

Seeing that I was about to enter, the peasant woman closed the door with a touch, as if she was hiding something.

This made me froze in place on the spot, and I couldn't help but turn around and look at Chu Yuan.

Chu Yuan also glanced into the courtyard, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The two of us had no choice but to continue walking along the village road. Sure enough, there were people living in this village. Along the way, we saw villagers in many houses.

But without exception, these villagers looked at me very strangely, and their sallow faces were gray and wrinkled.

Everyone's cheeks seemed to be very old and out of shape, and the people in the village didn't say a word, like a piece of wood without any aura.

As the sky gradually darkened, I found that the fog in the village became thicker, and the fog was no longer pure white, but a faint yellow fog, which looked particularly strange.

I walked along the village road. Due to the fog, the visibility was too low. After walking for a while, I found something was wrong.

Under the night, Fengyin Village seemed dead silent!As I walked, I looked at the houses on both sides of the road, and saw that the windows of all the houses were nailed to death by wooden boards!

Most of the houses in the village are dilapidated and old, and you can tell at a glance that no one has lived in them for a long time, just like dead graves!Occasionally, in a few houses, faint light can be seen through the gaps in the wooden boards of the windows, like will-o'-the-wisps in the cemetery.

Why are there so many people in this village! ?
When this idea came out, I was quite surprised, but after thinking about it, the old man never told us that Fengshan Village had become an uninhabited village.

It's just that no one has been out in years.

The customs here are quite weird. Even if people outside have never seen the villagers of Fengshan Village go out, it doesn't mean that there are no people in the village.

As we approached those houses, the footsteps alarmed the people inside, and they were so frightened that they quickly extinguished the lights.

Pointing to those houses, I whispered to Chu Yuan, "Why do these villagers seal up the windows?"

After scanning around, Chu Yuan replied in a deep voice, "Because they are afraid! They are afraid of the light coming out of the window! This way they will expose themselves!"

When I said this, I thought of something, and I couldn't help showing a trace of fear on my face!
According to what he said, Fengshan Village is still haunted by ghosts and so on.

No wonder these people in the village sealed the doors and windows with wooden boards.

But if you use this trick to defend against ghosts...is it useful?

We turned around in the village, and came to a house, which was even more exaggerated. Two layers of wooden boards were nailed to the windows, and dilapidated portraits of door gods were pasted on the two large locked iron doors.

However, it has been exposed to the wind and sun for too long, and the portrait has been blurred, and it is impossible to tell that it is the fairy.

I stopped, turned my head and said to Chu Yuan: "We have come here, we still have to find a local person to inquire about it before we can find any clues."

This village is too strange, and the most direct way to find out is to ask the local villagers.

He didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

The yard is not big, but due to the dense fog, it is difficult to see clearly, that is, the light revealed from the door panel is weak.

The windows were boarded up, what were they afraid of?
When I walked to the door, I couldn't see the scene clearly, so I could only reach out and knock on the door several times. After knocking several times in a row, an old and frightened voice came from the room.

"Who...who is knocking on the door?"

"it's me!"

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

I hesitated for a moment, and opened my mouth to say that I was passing by.

After I spoke and waited for a long time, there was no movement in the room, just when I thought the door would not open.

The door creaked and opened, and a crooked, gray-haired grandmother appeared in front of me holding a candle.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, the old lady interrupted me first, "Don't talk."

I was taken aback, but before I could react, the other hand of the old lady, hidden behind her back, took a small bowl with something in it, and threw it over my head and face.

I was caught off guard and felt a basin of water being poured from my head, which scared me so much that I almost hit someone.

It's a bowl of water, but the water has a faint fishy smell, it's not smelly, but it's definitely not good.

The old lady was still staring at me after pouring it on, and after seeing that there was really nothing strange about me, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sorry, I just tried to see if you are one of those ghosts."

This old lady is really a panda ordering takeaway, and the bamboo shoots are home.

It seemed that he was trembling and walking unsteadily, but whoever wanted to do it was still so agile, and even splashed water on his body without saying a word.

"fine."

I waved my hand bitterly, living in such a ghostly place, if I don't guard against it, I won't be able to survive at all.

After saying this, the old grandma raised the candle in front of me, and it was almost close to my face. After observing it carefully, she relaxed.

"Come in." The sentence was lost.

The old lady turned around and walked towards the house by herself, muttering something while walking.

After entering the house, the old woman suddenly yelled, "Old man, we have a visitor."

I shivered suddenly, and felt a pair of eyes staring at me as soon as I entered the room. When I turned my head, I saw a bony old man on the right looking up, staring straight at me.

Only then did I see clearly that his eyes couldn't focus at all, and the eyeballs seemed to be covered with a layer of white horniness. The old man was blind.

The old grandma bent over and turned around, and said to me: "Come in and sit down!"

After we entered the house, the old lady hurriedly locked the door, turned her head and said to me: "On the way you came to my house just now... didn't you find anything abnormal?"

While talking, the old lady crawled her face to the crack of the door, looked out desperately, and then asked us something in a horrified tone.

I said suspiciously: "No! It's all quite normal!"

Hearing this, the old lady breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to the low stool next to her, and said to me: "The house is a bit shabby, you, a foreigner, just find a place to sit."

I subconsciously moved the small stool to the side, away from the old man, whose eyes were really scary.

After the old woman sat down, she took another pair of scissors and cut out the wedding paper. I saw a big pile of scraps of paper on the table.

I asked curiously, "Grandma, does anyone in your family have a wedding?"

The old lady grinned, "The day after tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, and it's the day when our village worships the Dragon King."

"Sacrificing to the Dragon King?"

Chu Yuan and I looked at each other, and a flash of surprise flashed in my heart.

The old woman nodded with a smile: "One small festival every year, one big festival every ten years, this year happens to be the tenth year, according to the rules in our village, we have to offer gifts to the Dragon King!"

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