The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chapter 85 85. The fourth day of December

Back in the cave where everyone was, Gu Yunshi asked with some worry on his face: "Is Sister Shen seriously injured?"

Chen Xiangyin leaned against the wall and shook his head: "It's okay, but I lost my silver needle..."

Gu Yunshi was shocked: "Ah?! What should we do!"

Chen Xiangyin didn't raise his eyes and said, "It was here just now. It may have been dropped on the way here. Go and help me look for it."

Gu Yunshi scratched his forehead and murmured: "I don't know the direction..."

He Chongtian suggested, "I'll go with you."

If the needle is lost, it is false, but if there is something to explain, it is true.

He Chongtian took Gu Yunshi back to the cave maze. Chen Xiangqing stood up and touched Ah Jin's forehead, who was still sleeping, and then opened his eyelids to look at it.

After clearing the poison, Mr. Peng really has some skills.

Several old people were chatting in Miao language, and Mr. Peng occasionally interrupted.

Although she couldn't understand it, she could tell that Grandpa Gu's tone was not good.

She guessed that everyone was complaining that she just lost a needle, so why should Gu Yunshi and He Chongtian go to war and take risks.

There was no explanation for the dissatisfied looks of several old people.

Not long after, He Chongtian came back with Gu Yunshi.

Gu Yunshi held the cloth bag given to him by He Chongtian in advance and handed it to Chen Xiangyin: "Found it."

After all, it was Cheng Fu Qian. I don’t know what He Chongtian told him. Gu Yunshi had an ugly expression.

As soon as Grandpa Gu saw him, he immediately stepped forward and asked with concern: "Yunshi, why do you look so ugly? Are you in any danger?"

Gu Yunshi thought for a moment, "No... I'm just hungry..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xiang's heart trembled. He heard some sound in the distance and said sternly: "Shh——"

The air became quiet for a moment, and soon everyone heard the "dong dong dong——" from far to near.

It's dull and deep, like the sound of a big drum.

It's getting clearer and more urgent, and the whole space is shaking violently, with a very oppressive feeling!

Mr. Peng said loudly: "Everyone stick to the wall and stand against the wall!"

The fear of the unknown arises spontaneously. Chen Xiang Yingang drags A Jin up, but He Tingtian pulls her hand away and drags A Jin against the wall.

Everyone leaned against the wall, and Chen Xiang asked, "What is this sound?"

Mr. Peng's tone was complicated, excitement mixed with helplessness. He looked up at the daylight coming through the small hole and said, "Today is the fourth day of December."

Gu Yunshi said in surprise: "Today...is the day to honor our ancestors!"

The loud, urgent and solemn sound of the drum was amplified in the cavity of the cave. Chen Xiangyin covered his ears and continued to ask: "Sacrifice to the ancestors?"

Gu Yunshi replied: "There is a custom in Huangshui Village for the elderly to run away. The village chief built a small temple on the top of the mountain. Every year on the fourth day of the Miao Year, the whole village pays homage and throws the tributes to their ancestors from the patio!"

Thinking about it carefully, Gu Yun felt extremely frightened, and felt a chill in his back.

Ever since he could remember, he and his family would go to the top of the mountain to pay homage to their ancestors every year.

Serve good wine and food, pray for blessings, and express your thoughts. After the ceremony, all the tributes are thrown into the patio with piety and admiration.

I originally thought that the "patio" was just a form of ritual for sustenance. I never thought that the scene below the well would be such a living hell!
  The excitement and beauty of so many years of sacrifices and festivals suddenly turned into a terrifying and eerie place.

Apart from the village chief, does anyone in the village know the truth of the matter?

Looking around, the old people who were trapped and abandoned here looked up with infinite sadness. If they still have relatives alive in the world, they must be performing sacrifices at this moment, separated by dozens of meters away, so close to each other.

As the rhythm of the big drum reached its climax, a harsh sound pierced the air and disturbed the ears. Looking up from the sound, something fell out of the small hole!

The speed is extremely fast, I can't imagine what kind of blood and flesh will be scattered if it is hit!

"Bang!" A loud roar echoed in the air.

Everyone present was trembling with fright, as something unknown was wrapped in a huge red cloth.     Then the second person, the third... one package after another.

Chen Xiangyin observed the expressions of everyone present.

It stands to reason that someone should be happy when someone gives them rich food supplies, but no one laughs.

Except for Grandpa Gu, his nostrils opened. He must have smelled the smell of roast chicken and swallowed his saliva.

The latest red cloth package was smashed flat underneath, and finally no more things fell out.

Maybe it was because the sound was too loud. Ah Jin opened his eyes in confusion and said in a panic: "Where is this?" He looked at everyone: "You...?"

Gu Yunshi roughly explained what happened to him, and Ah Jin was greatly shocked: "Impossible! The village chief is not such a person!"

Gu Yunshi shook his head helplessly: "The facts are before our eyes, but our hearts are far apart."

Ah Jin did not continue to refute, raised his head and shouted: "Hey!! Is there anyone!! Can you hear me!!!"

Mr. Peng sat up and coughed twice: "Don't waste your efforts. They can't hear it. The surrounding rock walls absorb the sound, and...the sound of the drums is just to cover up our voices..."

Everyone fell into silence, and Gu Yunshi realized why there was an ironclad rule in the village. Except for the fourth day of December every year, other villagers were not allowed to go to the temple of their ancestors. He said that it would disturb the ancestors, but in fact he was afraid that the matter would be exposed...

What did Gu Yunshi think of: "Is this the only time a year when food is released? How can this be enough?"

Mr. Peng replied: "On the first day of every month, Miao Jingfang will throw some food in."

Miao Jingfang, the name of the village chief.

Lao Wu immediately retorted: "What kind of food is that?! Even my pigs eat better than that!"

Someone muttered in a low voice: "It would be nice to eat some..."

The old man who said this had been a bachelor all his life. Before he was left behind, he had problems eating and drinking.

The drum beat gradually slowed down. Nothing had fallen down for a long time. It must have been thrown away.

The whole process lasted over an hour.

Chen Xiangyin's legs were sore from standing and he had been tired all night, and now he just wanted to have a good rest.

She was curious about what the villagers had thrown down and whether she could have a full meal.

Mr. Peng finally said: "Drag the things on the table."

After saying that, several old people came forward, Chen Xiangyin and others also came forward to help, dragging everyone's empty parcels to the table and spreading them out.

All the drinks were smashed and scattered on the floor, and some remained in the tiles. The old people carefully collected them.

Among the tributes, there were roasted chickens, cow heads, sheep heads, roasted pigs, various fruits, steamed grain rice balls, which were originally supposed to be big round balls, but turned into big cakes when thrown from such a high place, and ten Several exquisite snacks...

It was rich enough. In addition to the cattle, sheep, chickens and pigs prepared by the village, every household contributed a lot of things.

If food spoilage is not considered, this amount of food should be enough for six elderly people for a month.

But alas, the food will go bad.

Roast chicken is placed in the middle position. People in Huangshui Village believe in the auspicious bird Phoenix and believe that they are descendants of the Phoenix. The chicken represents the highest status in sacrifices.

Chen Xiangyin felt something strange. With so many sumptuous delicacies in front of him, why did the atmosphere become depressing?
  She looked at He Chongtian, who frowned and shook his head. He also felt something was wrong.

Mr. Peng lifted off the quilt that had been covering him, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

Chen Xiangyin was stunned. She originally thought that Mr. Peng was just too old to move around, but she didn't expect that he had no legs!

Mr. Peng was bald below his knees, and his very flat wounds were covered in frostbite.

He used one hand to support his balance, bent down and reached into the corner.

After a while, he took out a stone-cut object similar to a pen holder, with a few bamboo sticks placed in the middle.

He didn't raise his eyes, his voice was deep and slow: "Let's start drawing lots. After drawing, let's have a reunion dinner together..."

(End of this chapter)