Chapter 221: Inhuman (29) (1st update + 2nd update + 3,200 thunderbolts) [VIP]
The crowd said all kinds of things because of the corpse in the sea.
Dahai's parents lay beside his body, crying themselves unconscious. Only their trembling shoulders revealed their grief.
The yellow-haired man came over from behind and whispered to Bai Jinshu and Xiao Tang, "Sister Xiao Tang, I just listened to you and went to the back to check. There was no blood or footsteps."
The moment the crowd was shocked by seeing Dahai's body, Huangmao had already jumped to the back of the grain field before anyone could react.
"The first few villagers to arrive at the grain field were the ones in front," Xiao Tang pointed to the ones near the center of the crowd to Bai Jinshu, "At first no one noticed anything was wrong, but then everyone saw blood on the ground, and after searching around, they found a person hanging from a wooden pole in the grain field."
The wooden pole erected in the threshing ground was probably more than ten meters high, and the body was hung high on it. The wound had not even clotted, and a few drops of blood dripped from time to time. This is how Dahai's body was found.
At first, no one could tell it was the sea.
After a small commotion in the crowd, Dahai's parents, whose son had not returned home all night, immediately noticed something was wrong and discovered that it was Dahai on the flagpole.
This is what they saw next.
Dahai's parents cried and begged the villagers to carry him down from the wooden pole. Several strong villagers in the crowd climbed to the top of the pole and put down Dahai, who had already stopped breathing.
"I asked Huangmao to check the back. Except for the entrance from the village, there were no footprints or bloodstains anywhere else in the entire field," Xiao Tang frowned. "Dahai's body... seemed to have appeared out of thin air on top of the wooden pole."
Or...it was placed on the wooden pole by some flying creature.
"What is this pole used for?" Bai Jinshu looked up at the wooden pole.
"I don't know," Xiao Tang shook his head. "I remember that we put this thing here after we came back from the town. It should be part of the ritual."
Since it was part of a ritual, Dahai’s death must be related to yesterday’s ritual.
Bai Jinshu knew very well that the wounds on his body were the same ones he had inflicted on the young chicken when he chopped it off from mid-air yesterday. The chicken that died yesterday was clearly the sacrificial chicken, but the same wounds appeared on Dahai's body. Could it be because he had eaten the chicken, which was a tribute to the gods and Buddhas?
"I wanted to ask you yesterday..." Xiao Tang lowered his voice, "You just said that the chicken was one of the sacrifices, but according to my understanding, shouldn't the sacrifices be placed in front of the Buddha statue?"
Just like the fruits and grains on the table, generally speaking, shouldn’t the offerings be placed like this in front of the statue during sacrifices?
"Even if it's a living sacrifice, isn't it still a sacrifice..." She looked at the newly built altar in confusion, "After the rooster died, shouldn't it be placed there, or placed in the legendary place of power of the god being worshipped? What's the point of throwing it into the water, floating it downstream? This doesn't mean you're worshipping the Dragon King?"
Isn’t the way this young chicken is handled a bit strange?
Bai Jinshu frowned slightly.
"Don't you think it's wrong?" Xiao Tang whispered. "The normal way to deal with sacrifices is within the control of the gods they are worshipping. But yesterday Mr. Huang asked us to put the chickens in the river. Wouldn't that mean the sacrifice will float away? We've been down the mountain, and this abnormally high temperature is only in this area. If the sacrifice floats out of this area, will it still be useful?"
"It's useless. It's definitely useless." Bai Jinshu thought for a moment, "It's not normal to handle the sacrifice this way."
"But what if..." A flash of enlightenment flashed across his eyes, "What if that chicken wasn't a sacrifice?"
In the identity that Huai Jiamu obtained, all the information he knew was said by Mr. Huang. What if Mr. Huang did not tell the truth?
"What do you mean?" Xiao Tang looked at him.
"Change your thinking. The normal process of handling sacrifices is to place the sacrifices in front of the statue of the god being worshipped or in a place with special significance. This is to let the god see the sacrifices. So yesterday, we did it to prevent the god from seeing the chicken..."
He touched his solar plexus with the knuckle of his middle finger: "That chicken... took away something that the statue cannot see?"
The purpose of floating it downstream is to get it out of the range of this mountain village. Once the statue detects the existence of such a thing, then there will be problems.
During yesterday's process, Dahai for some reason was possessed and ate the chicken alive, causing the things on the sacrifice that should have left the village to not leave the village, but instead remained on him, thus leading to his death?
"That makes sense, but why must it be water?" Huang Mao was a little puzzled. "If Mr. Huang didn't want the offering to stay in the village, why not just find someone to send the offering down there? Those villagers listen to him so much, it's impossible that he can't even do this, right?"
That's the problem.
"The water flow...what does it represent..." Xiao Tang was interrupted by a scream not far away when he was halfway through his words.
The middle-aged woman who had been crying beside the sea before now grabbed a man like a madman and shouted hysterically: "How dare you come here! How dare you! I didn't agree at the beginning, but you insisted! It's you who killed the sea!"
A few people looked at each other, and Xiao Tang instantly plunged into the crowd with familiarity. He pushed the people to the sides with his hands without any hesitation, and got in in the blink of an eye.
Bai Jinshu, who was behind, relied on Huangmao and Xiaofei to clear the way and also struggled to squeeze in.
The crowd seemed to burst into some sincerity because of Mother Ocean's words. Someone could be heard shouting, "The child is in this state. Who knows who did it. Don't be so sensitive! Look, everyone is fine!"
“It’s nothing, it’s just that it’s not their turn to get into trouble yet!” The middle-aged woman’s voice broke, sharp and hysterical, “If you had done it back then, don’t be afraid of what others say. Yesterday it was a chicken, today it’s a cow, tomorrow… Uh! Uh…”
Her mouth seemed to be blocked.
Someone was shouting, "Don't be too sad, Dahai's mother. Come and take her home to rest. She is not in the right mental state to continue the ritual here!"
Some people didn't want her to say the following words.
"I'll smash your altar!" The middle-aged man lying next to the sea suddenly stood up, shouted, and ran towards the altar.
"Stop him quickly!"
"Dad Dahai has gone crazy! That's the altar of our village!"
"Someone come help me hold him down!"
The crowd became even more chaotic.
No one knew where Xiao Tang had gone. The crowd was all heading in that direction. Some people were shouting, "Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!", and others were shouting, "Hold him! Hold him!"
Bai Jinshuo and the others were forced to move forward in the crowd. They could only hear the increasingly fierce fighting sounds. Finally, with a "bang", the dust settled.
"Dahai's father has gone crazy too," a calm voice came from not far away, "the couple are also pitiful people...the child was hacked to death by hooligans who sneaked in from another village. The shock was too great and they are both mentally unstable."
"Da Jiang, Xiao Hu," the voice belonged to the fourth uncle. Bai Jinshu pricked up his ears and heard him call out two names, "Send Dahai's father back, and Xiao Han send his mother back as well. The time is almost up, and Mr. Huang is about to start. Don't let them affect the ritual."
"Oh... oh okay," Dajiang said in a muffled voice, "Then I'll carry uncle on my back and let Xiaohu and Dahai go home together."
After all, he was still a young man, and the victim was of the same generation as him, so his voice sounded more sad than shocked.
Xiao Fei struggled to squeeze to the front of the crowd and pulled Bai Jinshu and Huangmao over.
In the crowd, the fruits and various pastries on the altar table were scattered all over the floor, and the other plates containing the offerings were also overturned. Dahai's father was pressed to the ground, panting like a cow, and his eyes were filled with hatred for everyone.
"Someone cut off its arm!" the yellow-haired man exclaimed in a low voice.
Dahai's father was a strong middle-aged man who had been farming for many years and was incredibly strong. Now he was half lying on the ground, with both arms twisted backwards in a strange posture, making it impossible for him to stand up from the ground. He was forced to be pinned down there.
The broken pieces of porcelain on the ground flew everywhere, scratching the side of his face. Drops of blood oozed out from the narrow wound and dripped onto the ground.
Although Mother Dahai, who was not far away, did not have her arm removed, she was also pinned to the ground by other villagers from the same village.
The couple both look pitifully miserable, with a dead body of the sea placed in the middle, creating a composition that makes one unable to bear to look at it a second time.
Hearing the yellow-haired creature's voice, Father Dahai raised his head and looked in its direction.
Bai Jinshu came into contact with a pair of eyes filled with hatred.
It was just that his eyes were filled with hatred when he looked at the villagers, but when he looked at them, especially when he looked at him, there were actually a few moments in which there was almost no sympathy and pity in his eyes.
Then, this bit of pity was immediately resisted by his increasingly fierce struggle.
Fourth Uncle stood in front of Bai Jinshu, blocking his view. He squatted down and whispered something to Dahai's father. The middle-aged man who had been struggling suddenly stopped on the spot.
"Okay, go quickly," the fourth uncle turned to Dajiang and whispered, "Call Xiaoxi, and after you send them back, don't come back for a while. Keep an eye on them and don't let them get hurt at home."
This sounds nice, but in fact it means asking these young people to keep an eye on them and not let them run away.
The altar was a mess. Several villagers hurried to prepare new ones. Dahai's parents and his body were all taken away. Several more people were cleaning in front of the altar.
After the offerings were rearranged, apart from a few drops of blood on the ground, no one could tell that such a thing had happened here more than ten minutes ago.
The expressions on the villagers' faces were as if Dahai's body had never been found, and Dahai's parents had never tried to destroy the altar.
The one who covered the mother's mouth with her backhand was Aunt Rong. She was now standing in the middle of the crowd, directing a few people to place the offerings: "A little further to the right. Yes, yes, this position is right in the middle."
Her face was filled with the same joy that she had when she woke up this morning, as if she had not seen the death of the child she had grown up with, nor had she covered the child's mother's mouth with her own hands just a dozen minutes ago.
After the fourth uncle finished explaining, he turned around and asked with concern: "Did Xiaochuan scare you just now? It was too chaotic just now, and no one paid attention to you."
"No," Bai Jinshu lowered his head slightly, "Fourth Uncle, Dahai..."
"I'm afraid Dahai must have met some hoodlums in the outside town," Fourth Uncle lowered his voice, a trace of sadness on his face, "Normally, not many people come to our village, and no one expected that this hoodlum from outside would find his way into the village, brutally kill Dahai while everyone was asleep, and hang him on a pole."
He thought Bai Jinshu and the others did not notice the abnormality of Dahai's death.
"Then... then why don't we call the police?" Xiao Fei and Huang Mao looked at each other, pretending to know nothing and said worriedly, "How about we call 110? It seems serious... Will this guy come back to chop other people tonight?"
"…We must report it," the fourth uncle was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect them to ask this question, so he quickly said, "Look, we don't know why Dahai is being sought for revenge. Let Dajiang or Xiaohu go to his home first and ask Dahai's parents if he owes money outside or something... It won't be too late to call the police after we find out."
As if he was afraid that they would continue asking questions, Fourth Uncle quickly found another excuse. Several people came up to him and asked him what to do since the previous sacrificial pastries had been knocked over and he had no spare ones. He used this excuse to quickly leave.
The villagers resumed their busyness in an instant, and the altar returned to its previous state in a short while, but compared with the offerings before, the offerings now were much more hasty.
Not far away, several middle-aged men came here leading cows and sheep needed for the ritual. Bai Jinshu said that as the younger generation who did not need to participate in the ceremony, they should stay outside the fence. However, due to Xiaochuan's physical condition, several middle-aged men in the village brought an advertising umbrella and stuck it in the field, saying that they could just stay under the umbrella.
When Mr. Huang arrived, everything had calmed down. Everyone was standing quietly in the middle of the threshing ground, as if nothing had happened.
Xiao He's neck was wrapped in a medical bandage, with a lot of blood seeping from the edges. It seemed that the wound had not only not improved, but had become worse. If he wanted to change his perspective now, his upper body had to move along with his neck.
Seeing Mr. Huang coming, the village chief stepped forward and exchanged a few words of greeting, and the ritual was about to begin.
"Daihai's death is just like that?" Xiao Fei twitched his lips, "These people don't seem to care at all that someone just died."
More than just not caring, they acted as if the incident had never happened. Not only was everyone sad, Xiao Fei suspected that they hadn't even mentioned it to Mr. Huang.
"Dahai's parents must know something," Xiao He couldn't lower his head, so he could only point straight at his body, and tried to speak softly to avoid hurting his wound. "It's just that they brought an umbrella for us to stay here. I'm afraid they kept us under their watch to prevent us from going to Dahai's parents to ask for clarification."
That's true.
Before anyone could refuse, they were forcibly assigned to this position. All their peers except them were arranged by the fourth uncle to send Dahai's parents home. It was obvious that he wanted to separate them.
"Since the knife on Dahai's body is related to the rooster yesterday, will the people who handle the sacrifice today also get into trouble..." Shi Xiulan lowered her voice and looked vigilantly at the villagers who were ready to start the ritual in the valley, "If we are assigned to handle it later, we have to find a way to withdraw."
This suggestion was agreed by everyone.
Although everyone thinks that Dahai’s miserable condition was mostly caused by the fact that he did not release the chicken into the river but ate the chicken instead, Dahai was just an ordinary person before he encountered the rooster that had become a sacrifice. Who can guarantee that he did not go crazy because of encountering the sacrifice?
After all, the gentleman said that the chicken should be wrapped in colored paper. Perhaps it was because of Dahai's error in operation that he directly came into contact with the sacrifice itself, which led to the accident.
Anyway, the person is dead now, and no one knows what happened at that time. We can only try our best to avoid things that will lead to such an outcome.
The crowd's attention gradually shifted from the sea to the ritual.
"That formation..." someone whispered, "Why is it the same as yesterday?"
This thing is drawn with corn grits, which are about the same weight as gravel. A pattern drawn with gravel will be blown away by the wind, so how come it can remain the same from today to yesterday?
It’s not like there’s no wind here.
Even now, the wind is blowing in the valley, and the corners of some villagers' clothes have been blown up by the wind, but the formation on the ground is not moving at all.
As soon as these words came out, everyone seemed to remember something, and they all spoke at once:
“I remember the corn grits were still there on the road.”
"Yes, yes, yes. When I went out just now, I was thinking, with so many people walking on the street, this line has not been erased."
"Is this line unbreakable?"
After all, it is related to a ritual, so it is normal to be a little bizarre. The formation drawn by Mr. Huang here cannot be destroyed, which just proves that his ritual does have a certain effect.
But whether this effect is good or bad is unknown.
The villagers in the valley have already followed the predetermined route to enter the formation from outside, and then kneel down in front of the Buddha statue, but this time, there is no trace of pain on their faces.
Bai Jinshu whispered, "The cloth on their backs isn't hot."
Sure enough, there was a big difference between the two rituals.
Without the hot red cloth on their backs, the Buddha statue on the altar did not melt. The two cows and sheep were led in front of the crowd, with no idea what they would face next.
This time, the one who swung the knife at them was no longer the village chief kneeling in the front, but everyone.
Mr. Huang used highly inflammatory words to ask everyone to pick up the knife they had sharpened last night, imagine the livestock in front of them as the person they hated the most, and then chop at it in mid-air.
The village chief held a kitchen knife in his hand and swung it at the cow.
With a sharp cry, the bull seemed to have really felt the blow of the knife, and turned around in panic to escape.
"Quick! Keep going! Aim at the feet!" Mr. Huang said quickly, "The ones behind you should get up too!"
In the wide field, above the yellow formation, everyone held a knife in their hands, as if they had forgotten everything, and formed a circle. Everyone had a red light flashing with hatred in their eyes, and they desperately waved their knives at the two animals.
Bai Jinshu and the others were sitting outside the fence, and they seemed to be able to hear the sound of kitchen knives breaking through the air in everyone's hands.
"Keep going! Keep going! Very good! Don't stop!" Mr. Huang's voice became louder and louder.
Everyone swung the kitchen knives faster and harder, as if they were chopping at their enemies.
"Hiss..." Xiao Tang twitched his lips, "If this group of people swing their swords together and hit someone nearby, who will be held responsible..."
The crowd stood very densely, and everyone was waving their newly sharpened kitchen knives like crazy. Everyone's movements were not synchronized, and their rhythms were out of sync, but the strange thing was that no one actually hit the person next to them.
"Every knife here... is aimed at the cattle and sheep in the middle... Although the movements are not consistent, it can be seen that it is precisely because the targets are in the same direction that the people next to them will not be hit." Bai Jinshu looked carefully at the center of the magic circle.
Most people's dominant hand is the right hand. They hold the knife in their right hand, leaving their left hand empty. When they swing the knife in the same direction, there is at least one person's distance between each limb holding the knife.
In this situation, it is actually a bit difficult to hit the person next to you.
"That sheep... is dead?" Xiao Fei squinted his eyes and identified it for a long time. Although the villagers were standing densely, he could still vaguely see through the gaps in the crowd that the sheep had fallen to the ground.
Although Mr. Huang was also standing in the middle of the crowd, he acted as if nothing had happened. Instead, his extremely inflammatory words became louder and louder. The crowd followed his incitement, and their hands moved faster and faster, almost chopping out afterimages.
The entire valley was eerily quiet, with only Mr. Huang's constant incitement and the villagers' breathing sounds rising and falling.
The midday sun was scorching and everyone's face was covered with sweat, but even so, they were still panting and slashing forward like crazy.
If the villagers at the beginning were just chopping at the cattle and sheep, then as time went on, they seemed to be moving away from the category of human beings and becoming pure beasts.
Everyone only had their target in the crowd in their eyes. All human emotions and rationality disappeared, leaving only pure malice.
"Strange...so creepy." Shi Xiuzhu whispered out everyone's inner feelings.
A group of people gathered in a circle like crazy, brandishing knives at the center of the circle. The whole scene was crazy and quiet, weird and creepy, making the onlookers feel cold under the scorching sun.
However, no matter how disappointed we felt, we still didn't want to miss this rare opportunity to rest.
Soon, the triggerers closed their eyes one after another.
Everyone was briefly divided into groups to ensure that there was always someone awake and paying attention to the surrounding situation, and then they all couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
But I didn’t sleep very well.
Mr. Huang's voice and the sound of the sword swinging in the threshing floor kept entering the dreams of the triggerers. The increasingly hot weather and environment made it difficult for everyone to fall asleep. The sleepier they became, the more irritable and hotter they became. After a while, everyone opened their eyes angrily again.
It would be strange if I could sleep in this weather.
Bai Jinshu sat at the edge of the crowd. Xiaofei sat on his left, fanning himself quickly with a palm-leaf fan. He couldn't help but complain, "How long will this take..."
The chicken was clearly killed in a few bites yesterday, but now in the crowd, the pair of cows and sheep are still struggling.
While all the villagers were hacking at the cattle and sheep like crazy, the triggerers in the crowd who couldn't sleep adjusted their seats. Under everyone's cover, Xiao Tang and the one with the best physical strength among the three brothers secretly left the Gu field and prepared to go to Dahai's parents to see if they could get any new information.
The ritual lasted for several hours. The crowd in the field kept this posture, slashing wildly at the center until the sun rose to the center. Mr. Huang suddenly shouted, "Throw it!"
The triggerers outside the fence, who were already a little distracted, were startled.
At this very instant, all the villagers wearing red cloth took off the red satin cloth on their backs and threw it towards the center. The red cloth in someone's hand caught fire as soon as it slipped out of his hand.
Countless burning red cloths were thrown at the pair of cows and sheep in the middle.
Within a few seconds, a flame shot up into the sky from the crowd.
The fire was so intense that even when sitting outside the fence, the triggerers could feel a wave of heat coming towards them.
Randomly, a bigger heat wave came synchronously from behind.
Just as the flames in the threshing floor shot up into the sky, two houses in the village also suddenly caught fire.
These three flames seemed to push the temperature of the air up another order of magnitude. Bai Jinshu felt a sour sensation in his nose and a few drops of blood actually dripped down.
"Brother Er!" Xiao Fei was shocked, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay...paper, hurry up." Bai Jinshu waved his hand and stretched out his hands around him.
He couldn't speak now. He felt like coughing when he spoke. The trachea and throat at the nose were connected, and he felt a bloody smell in his throat.
"Cough... cough cough." He couldn't help but coughing a few times.
There were a few red spots on the palms and blood in the throat.
"Is gauze okay? I didn't bring any paper!" Everyone was thrown into confusion by his sudden nosebleed. In a hurry, Xiao He picked up a sharp stone from the ground and tore off a piece of clean gauze from his neck.
Bai Jinshu didn't have time to care about what he handed over. He quickly held it in his hand, covered his mouth and nose, and started coughing madly.
The blood seemed not to be his. It flowed out of his throat and nose desperately. In just a few tens of seconds, the gauze in his hand had turned completely red.
"Er... Ersi," Everyone around was stunned. Shi Xiuzhu stuttered for a while before continuing, "We have a folk remedy over there. Just raise the hand on the side where your nose is bleeding. Why don't you try it..."
Her voice got lower and lower, and at the end it was no longer there.
Anyone can see that this doesn't seem like a simple nosebleed.
Bai Jinshu shook his head and tried to speak but started coughing again: "Cough...cough cough, ice cubes!"
When he breathed in now, he smelled not only blood, but also something burning, and the air was so hot that it hurt his trachea.
Whether it was to stop the bleeding or for some other reason, it would be best for him to go to a cooler environment or get some ice.
When Xiao Fei saw that something was wrong, he quickly transferred Bai Jinshu to Huangmao's hand, turned around and ran towards the village.
"Erge, we will help you return to the village!" A group of people slowly supported Bai Jinshu and walked towards the village.
At this time, no one paid attention to the follow-up of the ritual.
In this situation, the pair of cattle and sheep were naturally handed over to others to deal with, while the remaining villagers put out the fire or came to show concern.
But this concern seems like a kind of hypocritical verification.
Bai Jinshu's eyes were blurred. The gauze in his hands had long been replaced with napkins brought by other villagers. He felt the strength in his limbs gradually draining away and his body became weak.
The fact that he has become what he is now must be closely related to these two fires and Ogawa's physical condition.
Among the houses that are now on fire, there are his house, Xiao He's house, the houses of the two sisters surnamed Shi, and the two houses that just caught fire, and there are still three houses that are not on fire.
"Yellow Hair... cough," he raised his head with difficulty, motioning for Yellow Hair to come closer, "Go... ask Xiao Tang to check which house has not yet caught fire... cough cough."
"Okay, I get it." He coughed up a bunch of blood, which frightened Huangmao. He quickly agreed, "I'll go to Dahai's house to find Sister Xiao Tang later! Erge, stop talking!"
The amount of bleeding is scary to watch.
Bai Jinshu nodded, closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing, inhaling less hot air before reaching the air-conditioned room.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he was put on a bed. The temperature around him gradually dropped, and someone put a cold towel on his forehead and an ice cube on the root of his nose.
Faintly, there was the voice of a middle-aged woman talking, and it seemed that Ogawa's parents were taking care of him.
After staying awake for nearly twenty hours in a row, Bai Jinshu could no longer bear the fatigue and gradually fell asleep.
When he woke up again, Xiao Fei was the only one in the room, walking around anxiously. Seeing that he was awake, Xiao Fei jumped up and said, "Brother Er, you're awake! I was just wondering whether to wake you up! Sister Xiao Tang is back, and she found something!"
"Speak slower..." Bai Jinshu took a deep breath and felt his ears ringing.
He first glanced at the time. It had only been over an hour since they left the threshing ground, and he had slept for about half an hour at most.
"What did Xiao Tang find out?" He looked up.
"Sister Xiao Tang went to dig up the previous house... Oh, I asked her to come in and talk!" Xiao Fei obviously found that he couldn't explain himself in a few words, so he hurriedly pushed the door and walked out.
After a while, Xiao Tang came in.
She had a jar in her hand and put it on the table as she came in.
"I found it in your foundation," Xiao Tang said directly as he came in. "Dahai's parents were fed sleeping pills, so we couldn't find out anything. We wanted to come back, but then I thought, all the villagers are in the grain field at this time, so no one will notice anything we do, so I went to investigate elsewhere."
What Xiao Tang meant by investigating was that she took two shovels from someone else's house like a madman, and together with the triggerer, one of the three brothers, they began digging aimlessly at the first burning house, which was Xiaochuan's house.
"I was just thinking about it... Didn't you say that the eight houses in this village are sealing You Gaohan? Then maybe there is something buried under the houses?" Xiao Tang said in a relaxed tone, "I have wanted to dig for a long time, but unfortunately there is no night in this ghost story, and there are people everywhere during the day. This is a good opportunity, so I dug with that person."
She gestured and said, "The ground was very soft after it was burned. After avoiding the steel bars and other cement, we dug about four or five meters down and found it."
"Only" four or five meters.
Bai Jinshu felt dizzy at the moment, and his eyes went dark after hearing this.
This wording is really too simple.
There must be at least three Xiao Tangs at a distance of four or five meters. How did these two manage to dig down in such a short time without any external force, just relying on their bare hands?
This girl Xiao Tang...is she the reincarnation of an excavator?
"That shovel was of very poor quality. I had to change it several times. Fortunately, I was persistent, otherwise I wouldn't have found it..."
Bai Jinshu couldn't help but cough a few times while holding his chest: "Let's get to the point..."
Xiao Tang calmed down his expression and said, "Oh...oh, sorry."
She scratched her head: "I was so excited that I forgot. Let's get to the point, the point!"
She picked up the thing he had placed on the table when she entered the room: "Er Si! Look what this is!"
"That jade furnace?" Bai Jinshu couldn't see it clearly, but he vaguely guessed it based on Xiao Tang's tone and the outline of the thing in her hand.
"Damn, how did you guess that? None of them could have thought of it. This thing is so dirty. I didn't recognize it the first time I dug it out!"
Bai Jinshu pressed his solar plexus weakly: "Because this thing is a trigger but it has not appeared since I came in. Bring me something of similar size and use the same tone. I will naturally know what this thing is."
"Oh... oh, that's right," Xiao Tang smiled awkwardly, "Anyway, I found the trigger jade furnace under your house, and according to the old man in the pawn shop, there are many of these things, so I suspect there is actually one of these things buried under every house!"
Bai Jinshu nodded: "You only dug one?"
Xiao Tang: "Ah? It's not easy to dig one out, okay..."
She grumbled, but didn't say anything because Bai Jinshu was so weak. She just muttered softly, "If your current status wasn't so badly weakened, I would at least say, "You can do it if you can."
After she finished muttering this, she did not put down the jade furnace in her hand, but moved it closer: "But the point is not this jade furnace, but that I found that there is something inside it."
This time, she didn't keep the secret, but directly opened the dirty jade furnace lid: "This thing was sealed with cement or mud before, I just found a saw blade to cut it open, look."
Bai Jinshu supported half of his body and looked over.
Inside the jade furnace, in stark contrast to its dirty exterior, was a light yellow powder on its smooth and round inner wall.
He stretched out a finger, dipped a little and twisted it.
Bai Jinshu frowned and looked up: "Ashes?"
This thing contains ashes???
"Yes," Xiao Tang closed the lid, glanced at the closed door, and whispered, "This jade furnace contains You Gaohan's ashes."
"Some ashes." She added, "If You Gaohan is not a big monster, but another trigger, and does not stand on our side... then this is the only way for teammates in the village camp to deal with him."
She whispered, "Getting this thing is like getting You Gaohan's lifeblood."
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