These glasses, which are completely transparent and look like plastic, are basic items in the system store and cost 400 points.

But once I put them on, my vision became as clear as if there were no fog.

Su Deng quickly searched the square but couldn't find Su Muye. She then followed the direction from which the sound of suona horns came from the village.

The village, which was originally desolate and dilapidated and looked uninhabited, was now almost lit up in every household. The red lanterns looked like blood in the night, and blue eerie lights like will-o'-the-wisps floated in the air.

From afar, the ancestral hall was brightly lit, and outside... it was filled with kneeling people...

And the faces of these people were exactly the same as those of the people who had been watching the play in the square earlier!

You can see inside through the open gate. At the entrance of the main room where the memorial tablets are placed, there is a two-meter-tall ghost-faced statue. A Taoist priest is performing a ritual in the courtyard, chanting something. Every time he says something, the villagers kneeling outside kowtow to the ground, their pale faces full of piety.

Around the ancestral hall, banners for summoning souls fluttered in the wind.

Su Deng took off her glasses and could see clearly, only to realize that the thick fog had dissipated sometime earlier.

Is this a replay of what happened in Yaocun in the past?

Su Deng slowly approached, trying to find Su Muye's figure in the crowd.

However, Su Muye did not find it, but instead saw Liu Sangua.

At this moment, Liu Sangua was standing to one side in the courtyard, holding an incense burner in his hands, like a Taoist priest's assistant.

Su Deng frowned, walked to the back of the villagers kneeling outside, half-squatted in the last row, turned her head to look at an old woman with gray hair next to her, and cautiously asked, "Grandma, what are we doing?"

After a long while, just when Su Deng thought she couldn't hear him and wouldn't pay attention to him, she stiffly turned her head, her eyes sunken, with no whites visible, and wrinkles trembling on her old, pale face. "She is performing a ritual."

Su Deng paused slightly, "What are we worshipping?"

"You're not from this village, are you?" the old man suddenly asked.

Su Deng remained calm and said, "They're relatives."

The old man stared at her, a stare that sent chills down her spine.

Just as Su Deng thought the old woman might transform and devour him, and the dagger in her hand was poised to strike, the old woman turned her head and said, "Offering sacrifice to the mountain god."

Su Deng breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully chose her words before asking, "Is the mountain god... the ghost statue inside?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, "That's a mountain spirit."

Su Deng frowned, "Why are there both mountain spirits and mountain gods..."

In modern Yao Village, the reason for the festival is to worship the ancient evil spirits suppressed underground in the village. How did it become a mountain ghost or mountain god in the ancient village?

Why did she feel that the situation in this village was getting more and more chaotic?

"bye!"

The Taoist priest inside the courtyard shouted, and the people kneeling outside bowed down and kowtowed again.

In this situation, there isn't even a living person around, and we can't even get a clear answer from them. How are we supposed to investigate?

Su Deng glanced at the system panel.

Health Points: 71

She licked her lips. Was she going to ask Liu Sangua?

But at this moment, Liu Sangua stood there like a puppet, motionless, as if he were in cahoots with the Taoist priest.

Snap——

Boom——

Just then, a loud explosion suddenly came from the horizon.

A sudden clap of thunder sounded from the ground, dark clouds rose, and a fierce wind instantly arose, causing the spirit-summoning banners to flutter wildly, and several were blown to the ground.

A sudden tremor ran through the courtyard. "It's over! The mountain god is angry! The mountain god is angry..."

Click—!

Before he could finish speaking, another bolt of lightning struck the ghost statue in the courtyard. Amidst the blazing fire, the ground was charred black, and the ghost statue split open from its brow downwards.

"Mountain God, please calm your anger!"

"Mountain God, spare my life!"

All those kneeling outside trembled with fear, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Master, please save us..."

"Master, how can we appease the mountain god's anger...?"

"Master..."

The people crawled forward on their knees, pleading with the Taoist priest in fear.

The Taoist priest stared at the shattered ghostly image, retreating in terror. "We've summoned a mountain demon..."

He suddenly shouted at the two people next to him, whose faces were as white as if they had been rubbed with flour, their cheeks were red, and talismans were pasted on their foreheads, "Bring out the sacrificial offerings!"

The two men went into the back room and soon brought out a child.

"Su Muye!"

Su Deng's pupils contracted, and she abruptly stood up.

The sound startled everyone around, and those who had been pleading with the Taoist priest for help all looked over, each one resembling a ghost crawling out of hell.

It was eerie and terrifying.

Su Deng stepped back, gritted her teeth, and shouted into the courtyard, "Su Muye!"

But at this moment, Su Muye was in a daze and seemed not to hear anything. He was forced to kneel in front of the cracked ghost statue.

“Su…”

"That's her!"

Su Deng was about to rush in to save him when the Taoist priest suddenly pointed his sword at her and shouted, "It was she who disrupted the ritual, made us summon the mountain spirit, and angered the mountain god! Seize her!"

Those who were kneeling on the ground stood up and rushed towards her frantically.

Su Deng didn't even have time to react before she was instantly surrounded.

And in the courtyard.

The Taoist priest held a blank yellow talisman between his fingertips, his lips moving rapidly as he uttered something. The sword in his hand sliced ​​across Su Muye's palm, and streaks of blood floated into the air, forming a strange talisman.

"go!"

The Taoist priest threw a blank piece of yellow paper into the air, and the blood-line talisman attached itself to the paper, forming a complete talisman.

"The mountain god summons a thousand troops with thunder, I slay the mountain demon with my blood-stained sword!"

"Festival!"

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