The years when I was Captain Jin

Chapter 12 Bloody Sacrifice
We waited until after twelve o'clock that night, but still did not wait for the old village chief to come back. Wang Yuanchao went to look around, and several nearby families did not come back either.

"Don't these fucking people need to sleep?"

The fat man spoke strangely.

"The people in this village seem to have disappeared all of a sudden. Could it be because of our arrival?" Wang Yuanchao said with some doubts.

Suddenly, I heard a howling sound from afar. I could hear the sound so well that goosebumps arose in an instant. For some reason, I suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Quick! Go and see what's going on." I yelled.

A few of us ran along the place where the sound came from, and we could still hear that strange cry along the way.

It seems that there are sounds made by many animals, foxes, pheasants, porcupines... and the screams of people.

"You wait."

Wang Yuanchao stopped us suddenly. Frowning, he walked to the bloodstain, grabbed a lump of sticky sand with his hand, put it on his nose and smelled it, and said to us, "This is human blood."

The fat man turned on the flashlight, and I looked at the surrounding environment and was shocked instantly. At this moment, the ground was covered with bright red blood, and the whole place looked as eerie as a slaughterhouse.

"What the hell is going on in this village, isn't this blood all human blood?" the fat man said furiously.

"cough!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded not far from us.Wang Yuanchao made a silent gesture to us, and then pointed to a place in front of us, indicating that the sound was probably coming from that place.

We held our breath and didn't dare to move. What happened during the day has cast a shadow on us.

After a full ten minutes, I didn't see any movement, so I was relieved.

I took out the map and compared it, and suddenly found that the place where the movement came from was the place marked by my grandfather!Could it be that these villagers are digging graves?

"Go, go and have a look!"

I couldn't care about anything else right now, and ran to that place with a roar.

When we got close to that place, the sound started to become noisy, and we heard it right, there were roars from various animals and moans from people.

This kind of cry was especially terrifying in the quiet village, and Chen Tuozi's face was as white as a sheet of fright.

I quietly pushed aside the dense weeds in front of me, and in the open space less than ten meters in front of me, the villagers of Shaozi Village gathered together.

They sat on the ground in a circle, their faces were extremely strange, as if they were doing worship.

Surrounded by the villagers, the old village head held a bloody black cat's head in his hand, sometimes on his chest, and sometimes on his head.The black cat's eyes were stern, as if it hadn't died yet.

I glanced at the black cat, and felt my whole heart panic!

Suddenly the old village chief gave an order, and a villager was picked up by other villagers like a sack, and walked around the crowd like a parade.

When he walked to the old village head, the old village head raised a rusty hatchet and cut a big gash in the villager's neck like killing a chicken, and the blood spurted out with a 'chi'.

The villager instinctively wanted to struggle, but the other villagers grabbed his hands and feet tightly, and he could only let the blood on his neck squirt everywhere.

At this moment, Wang Yuanchao may not feel so strongly, after all, he is a veteran.But the fat man and I couldn't take it anymore when we witnessed this bloody scene, and felt nauseous for a while. At this moment, I only had one thought and that was to run away!
"The black cat leads the way. Why does this look more and more like the Huiyang Festival of the Miao people, but this is obviously Henan. It's over, I know. The reason why these villagers became like this is because they are controlled by Gu insects. They are using blood to feed the things in this pit!"

Chen Tuozi must have been quite frightened, his teeth were crackling, and it took me three or four times to understand what he said.

"What Huiyang Festival? You fucking old man, explain clearly." The fat man grabbed Chen Tuozi's neck and said in a low voice.

"This is a unique ritual of the Miao people. Every family of the Miao people raises Gu. Every once in a while they will use living people as sacrifices, kill people and let blood to feed the Gu worms in the clan. This thing is too evil. In Ming Dynasty It gradually became extinct in the Qing Dynasty, and this fight probably has something to do with the Miao people..."

Chen Tuozi's face was pale.

"You old coward, don't care about his labor ceremony. When the time comes, we dig out the treasures in the soil and take them away. You are afraid of a bird." The fat man said disdainfully.

"What do you fat man know? How can a group of villagers living in Henan do this kind of ritual? They are obviously controlled by the thing in the soil. If we dig that thing out, they may stop eating in a second."

Chen Tuozi was so angry that he wished he could leave here immediately.

And at this moment, I also became a little hesitant. The few of us squatted in the grass and watched the ceremony silently.

Within an hour, I saw three people die from their throats cut and bled to death, and the old village head bled all those animals one by one. The pungent bloody smell made me suffocate.

"Ding Dong, there won't be some blood-drinking zongzi buried in this pit, right? You see, there are at least a few buckets of blood from the blood just now. If it's really just a fine zongzi, we don't have to think about it. Hurry up and run!"

The fat man whispered in my ear.

Suddenly, the fat man's voice froze, and he pointed to the open space dumbfounded: "Isn't that the fourth girl? What is he doing?"

In a grove next to the clearing, Miss Si walked over leading a weasel.

He didn't seem to be afraid at all, he still had that delicate girl's face, expressionless.

When I was approaching the villagers, the fourth girl bent down and hugged the weasel in her arms, and made an unpleasant cry of 'quack quack'.

"He's learning how to bark like a yellow-skinned man. Is this guy trying to use the yellow-skinned man to deceive these villagers?"

Fatty lived in the mountains before he was ten years old, so he knew it right away.

"What kind of trick?" I asked quickly.

Weasels are a very evil existence in the folk. I have heard many old people say that when weasels enter the yard in the middle of the night to steal chickens, they dare not beat them, because if they do, they will face revenge and be attacked by weasels.

However, I heard that there are also some masters who use weasels to confuse passers-by in some dark places and rob them of their money.

Before the fat man could answer, the weasel in his arms also howled under the lure of the fourth girl's cry.

And those villagers seemed to have been greatly provoked, they frantically rushed towards the fourth girl, that kind of hysterical madness, as if we were hunted down today.

"Hurry up, I'll lure them away, and you dig out the things in the soil! It's too late."

The fourth girl turned around abruptly, said towards me, and then quickly rushed into the woods.

The scene of a dozen people chasing and hacking one person is like watching a gangster movie.Moreover, these villagers went crazy, as if they had been injected with a stimulant. With my physical fitness in my twenties, when I was running wildly today, an old woman caught up with me and hugged my neck.If the fourth girl ran too slowly, she would probably be torn to pieces, right?

"What should we do? Let's dig or not."

The fat man was dumbfounded all of a sudden, if the fourth girl was our friend, then everything would be logical, but at this moment we can't tell if this person is our friend or foe, which makes us tangled.

(End of this chapter)