Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 560

2021-02-19

Chapter 560 Migration

"Father, mother, where are we going?"

The entire group is carrying a crock pot Package, leave home, moved towards a certain direction.

There were more than a dozen people in this group, not a single family, but the remnants of a certain family.

The old man who took the lead had a stout body, his arms were full of muscles, and his sons and daughters followed. And the descendants of the brother family.

Originally, their family owned the entire village, but they were plagued by ghosts, and that was all that was left.

A few years ago, an old man in the clan was turned into a corpse, which ended in another tragedy.

Over the years, in order to avoid ghosts, a family has been hiding in Tibet, living like mice on the ground.

However, a few days ago, the old man went out and returned home, like a demon, and began to order the clansman to pack up and move.

His sons and daughters asked, but the old man didn't answer, just said to find a way out for everyone.

These days, the patriarch's order Supreme has no choice, so the clansman have to obey the order and go on the road.

On the way, my son couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked again.

The old man stared at the front, the air was gray, and there was dust everywhere. Where the ghosts were rampant, the vegetation withered, barren, only windy sand and loess.

"Don't ask too much, you'll know when you get there!"

The son's eyes fell on the sash that the old man straddled on his shoulders. -bang, like grain, and like grit.

He was curious, because when he came back this time, the old man would carry a shawl on his back no matter how busy he was to rest, and he would not leave for a moment.

Obviously, the things in the shackles are treasures that are more precious than his life.

"Where are we going?"

My son couldn't help guessing, now that the Ghost Festival has just passed, ghosts are scattered all over the plains, and the people have to hide in the mountains before they can. live.

On the contrary, ghosts are rampant. There may be ghosts left in abandoned villages, dry wells, and barren valleys.

Only in broad daylight is truly safe.

When my son thought of this, he subconsciously looked up at the sky. It was gray and only saw the pale sun.

The sun is a little weaker today, but it's not a good day to go out.

"Father, why are you walking in such a hurry?"

Hearing his son's question, the old man's cheeks moved, and he spat a big mouthful of green water on the ground. It turned out that he was chewing leaves just now. , a great way to quench your thirst and save water on the road.

"In a few days, there will be no more sunny days. It will be cloudy or rainy all day long. If you want to leave, you will not be able to leave!"

"I know what you think, all of you. Keep it in your heart, use your energy on the road, and stop talking!"

"The lives of more than a dozen members of our family will now fall on this migration!"

Suddenly, there was an offensive cry from the crowd, "There's a ghost coming out!"

Because there was a swaddling baby, already crying, her lips turning purple with fright.

Newborn babies are the most sensitive to ghosts. Once a ghost is approaching, they will detect it.

The old man fiercely gritted his teeth and stepped back with his big hand, "It's all gathered together, don't spread it out!"

Seeing his son stunned, the old man slapped him away and slapped him on the back of his head A crisp, "Don't hurry up."

The crowd became chaotic, animals neighing, children crying, and there was chaos for a while.

However, the surrounding wind was getting cooler, the chill was biting, and there were cries.

Obviously, ghosts have arrived, and the number is not small, there are traces in all directions, and it is obvious that this family will be wiped out.

Today, the clouds are very thick, covering the sun, plus the wind and sand covering the heavens, shielding the sun, so ghosts can come out to hunt for food during the day.

It was a coincidence that I came across this migratory family.

A dozen people, plus livestock, are enough for a meal.

The old man's words, after all, have prestige, plus there are seven or eight young men in the crowd, and they finally gathered into a group under their pull.

The clansman muttered in their hearts, isn't this deliberately courting death?

According to my usual experience, after encountering a ghost, the most rational response is to leave in a hurry and run for their own lives.

No matter how powerful the ghosts are, they can't catch them all at once, but a few can always survive.

But at the moment, everyone is crowded into a group, you squeeze me and I squeeze you, and you can't run away if you want to.

It's more convenient for evil spirits to speak!

The son stared at the old man, "Father, what are you waiting for!"

The surrounding wind was gusting, and the ghosts had already moved ahead, turning into all kinds of hideous appearances, making the crowd tremble with fright endlessly.

The old man took off the shackle and inserted his big rough hand into it, the crash-bang of rice grains flowing through his fingers.

"Good rice!"

After saying that, he took out a handful of white rice, spread an even thread around the crowd, and sprinkled it all over the place.

In an instant, the old man has drawn round rice circles around the crowd.

The thin lines that make up the rice circle are uniform in thickness and connected end to end, wrapping everyone in it.

After painting the rice circles, the old man seemed to be exhausted. He sat down on the ground panting heavily, "I'm exhausted!"

"Those big rice are not in vain after all. Eat!"

The son supported the old man, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The old man took a few breaths and waved his hand, "It's okay!"

"You all sit at ease, someone has already come to meet us!"

"As long as the rescue arrives, everyone will be saved!"

be that as it may , the son looked all around, but became more and more desperate.

Hundreds of ghosts are swarming, and if they usually hide in the wall, they can support it for a while.

But it's deep in the wilderness right now, and there's not a single bit of shelter beside me, only the circles drawn by the grains of rice under my feet.

What kind of protection is this?

The son was very annoyed, thinking that when the old man was stupid, he should have stopped him.

It's better now, the whole family is going to die.

"wu wu wu!"

At this time, the ghosts were rolling grey-white air currents and rushed in front of everyone.

The women and Daoists in the crowd, together with the children, couldn't help but closed their eyes and cried out in fright.

"Fight!"

Although the young men were shiver coldly, they still held high iron tools, which were painted with black dog blood, rooster blood, etc., and also had wormwood sachets on their bodies, which gave off a strong smell breath.

Although I know that these things have little effect on ghosts, they are the only things left to rely on.

“hehe hehe!”

The ghosts are laughing and chasing, rolling in from all directions, and they are about to rush into the crowd.

"I want that crisp little girl!"

"The fat baby is soft and delicious, it's mine!"

The ghosts scrambled, No one wants to be left behind.

“wishful thinking!”

The old man loudly shouted.

Next moment, the swarming ghosts touch the edge of the circle of spirit rice.

A surprising scene happened.

Wail like ghosts and howl like wolves sounded in an instant, and all the ghosts that broke into the circle, like melted candles, disappeared in an instant.

The crowd in the circle watched helplessly as the ferocious ghosts rushed towards them, as if they were swallowed by an invisible mouth.

“wu wu wu!”

30% of the ghosts were lost, and the rest only reacted and stopped outside the rice circle.

At this time, the old man got up suddenly and took out a handful of spirit rice from his robe.

"Please eat rice!"

Swipe, under his strong arm swing, the rice grains are like stones shot from a slingshot, covering a small group of ghosts.

Next, more shouts of wail like ghosts and howl like wolves.

(end of this chapter)