Chapter 222: Inhuman (30) (1st update + 2nd update + 3,300 thunder 3rd update) [VIP]
The jade furnace in Xiao Tang's hand looked dirty, with a lot of dried mud or cement-like stuff stuck around it. The delicately carved patterns and hollow designs were all filled with dirt. Only when looking at the inner wall could one barely make out the outline of the jade furnace.
Bai Jinshu motioned Xiao Tang to put the things down: "Where is You Gaohan?"
"What a weird story..." Xiao Tang twitched his lips, "I...how would I know? Do you think I dare to go over there?"
Are you kidding? If she had known that becoming You Gaohan's triggerer would allow her to hear everything in the village, she wouldn't have said such suicidal words, okay?
"Where are the other villagers?" Bai Jinshu pressed his solar plexus and managed to pull himself together. "I remember when I had a nosebleed, the ritual had just finished."
His ears were very noisy at the moment. Whenever he heard other people talking, there was a strong ringing in his ears. He had to concentrate very hard to barely make out what others were saying.
"Other villagers... I didn't pay attention to that. I was busy digging the jade furnace, so I didn't have time to look at those things," Bai Jinshu vaguely heard Xiao Tang mutter something, and stood up from the stool, "I'll ask the others for you."
Xiao Tang stood up from the stool and went out, leaving Bai Jinshu alone in the room.
The air conditioning in the room must have been set to a very low temperature, or the temperature outside was ridiculously high.
The moment Xiao Tang opened and closed the door, Bai Jinshu only felt a gust of hot wind entering the room with her movement, swirling in the cold air created by the air conditioner before slowly dissipating.
It was this little bit of hot air that instantly made him feel like he was going to have a nosebleed again.
Bai Jinshu quickly took out several sheets of paper from the tissue box next to the bedside table for later use.
Fortunately, the hot air came and went quickly. He waited for a few seconds and did not see any blood on the white paper in his hand, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, although he didn't have a nosebleed, his nasal cavity still felt a dull burning pain after coming into contact with the hot air.
The air has reached this point, can humans still survive?
If the environment outside has become this bad... Bai Jinshu slowly moved himself off the bed and looked out the window.
Outside the window of the second-floor house, one could vaguely see people walking on the road not far away. If the temperature outside was so high that it was difficult to breathe, why were these people still walking outside?
Bai Jinshu had some guesses. He reached out and slowly pushed the window open a little. This time, more hot air entered the room than what Xiao Tang brought in when he opened the door before. His nose felt sore and two drops of blood instantly hit the window frame.
Then came a burning pain.
Not only did he feel a burning pain inside his nasal cavity after breathing in the hot air, but also the hand that pushed open the window, the half of his face that first came into contact with the hot air, his neck, and even both sides of his collarbone, all turned red instantly, as if they were suddenly scalded by hot water.
Sure enough, it was Ogawa’s physical condition.
Bai Jinshu quickly closed the window, tore off a few pieces of paper from the side, and wiped the blood drops on the window frame.
If he remembered correctly, on the first day he entered this ghost story, he felt that the weather was very hot, abnormally hot, but no one else except Ogawa seemed to have such an obvious reaction as his.
At first he thought it was because Ogawa was in poor health, but now it seems that his sensitivity to temperature is stronger than others.
The people in the village knew that Xiaochuan would be like this, so every time they saw him they would show great concern and even take the initiative to ask him to go to the air-conditioned room.
Including when he suddenly had a nosebleed before, the villagers came over and said the same words of concern. Now it seems that these people’s concern does not seem like concern, but rather like they are confirming something.
After confirming... he can still feel temperatures higher than normal?
Just when Bai Jinshu was thinking, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open: "Er Ge, why are you up!"
It’s Xiaofei.
Xiaofei walked in front, followed by Huangmao and Xiaotang.
"Hey, why is your nose bleeding again?" Bai Jinshu turned around and everyone was shocked. Xiao Tang quickly patted Xiao Fei and said, "Go to the kitchen and get some ice first!"
Xiao Fei quickly went to the refrigerator and got a bag of ice. Bai Jinshu wrapped the ice bag in a towel and held it against his nose for more than half a minute. Only then did he feel a lot better.
"You're bleeding from the nose all the time, which is not good..." Xiao Tang frowned, "You're bleeding too much. I see you're turning pale."
It's more than just white.
Now Bai Jinshu's face was pale with an abnormal red hue. This red did not seem to come from the skin, but rather seemed to have been painted on.
"Don't touch... just don't touch the hot air," Bai Jinshu waved his hand. "What are those villagers doing after the ritual?"
He still remembered that Xiao Tang went out to ask this question.
"Oh, this..." Xiao Fei handed Bai Jinshu another bag of ice packs skillfully and said, "After the villagers finished the ritual, Mr. Huang said that they would wait until the fire was out before wrapping up the pair of cattle and sheep and putting them in the river outside the village."
"Or put it in the river?" Bai Jinshu frowned slightly, "No one asked what to do if it can't float down after being put in the river?"
His previous guess was that putting the sacrifice in the river was to allow it to float downstream and away from Zhoufu Village, but from this point of view, it seems that Mr. Huang did not want the sacrifice to leave the mountain village?
Xiao Tang also lifted his chin and said in a strange voice: "That's not right. In that case, what is the meaning of this action?"
"I don't know either, but other villagers asked, and they said the river outside the village doesn't flow very fast, so maybe the water wouldn't flow after the offerings were placed in it," the yellow-haired man nodded, "and then Mr. Huang said that we just need to put it in the water and there's nothing to worry about afterwards."
"Doesn't this mean that the focus is actually on the water flow rather than leaving?" Xiao Tang pinched his chin. "Could it be that water can extinguish fire, so the continuous flow of water in the river is used to suppress the fire?"
"I don't know..." Xiao Fei shook his head, "But this fire seems to be over faster than the one yesterday."
He pointed out the window and said, "When I went downstairs just now, I heard someone shouting, 'The fire is about to go out, the fire is about to go out.'"
The fire was indeed getting smaller.
Bai Jinshu looked out the window toward the two burning houses, and could no longer see the flames rising into the sky. It had been just over an hour since the fire started, and this time the fire was extinguished even faster than yesterday.
"Could it be that the larger the sacrifice that is burned with the house, the slower the fire will take to go out?" Bai Jinshu seemed to be thinking.
Yesterday, a young chicken was burned together with the other, and today, a pair of cows and sheep were burned together with the other. In terms of size, the ones burned today were indeed bigger.
"Xiao Fei," he turned around and said, "The fire hasn't been completely extinguished yet, has it? Find a few people to follow the people who are dealing with the cattle and sheep to the river and see if they have dealt with it or if it's the same as yesterday's sea."
The strange behavior of the sea made him wonder if anyone who handled these sacrifices might not have a good end.
"Okay, I understand, Erge." Xiao Fei was very efficient and hurried out to find other triggers.
Tomorrow is the last day of this ghost story, and everyone is on high alert. After all, none of the information they have now tells them how to deal with the villagers. Instead, most of it is trying to stir up conflicts between You Gaohan and his teammates in the villager camp.
Since they have decided not to take action against You Gaohan, this information is of no use other than helping them discover the sinister intentions of this strange story.
"When the fire is out, most people will probably be near those two houses, or dealing with the offerings," Bai Jinshu tapped the table with his fingertips. "Xiao Tang, do you have enough energy now?"
"It's okay..." Xiao Tang looked up cautiously, "What are you going to do?"
"In addition to the two burning houses, there are two more," Bai Jinshu shifted his gaze to the dirty jade furnace, "You try to dig out the other two jade furnaces."
Xiao Tang: "Ah... this, okay."
She looked reluctant to do it, but she knew that the jade furnace was a key item, so she reluctantly agreed: "Then I'll go outside and catch a few resentful creatures to join me!"
Xiao Tang did what he said. He pushed the door open and rushed out. Bai Jinshu guessed that the other triggerers should have gathered at Xiao Fei's house. After a while, there was a noise outside the window.
Bai Jinshu looked down and saw outside the main door of the room, Xiao Tang and several other triggerers, each holding a shovel in their hands, on their way out.
There were still more than four hours before the sun set in the afternoon, and twenty hours had passed since all the team members last rested. The only one left here to take care of him was Xiao He, who was also injured.
"Er Si," Xiao He sat on a stool, speaking in a low voice so as not to disturb the wound on his neck, "If you need any help from me, just tell me directly."
The two of them are simply brothers in distress.
All the other team members were digging foundations or delivering sacrifices, leaving only the two wounded to rest in the air-conditioned room.
The air conditioning temperature in the room was very low. Xiao He leaned back in his chair. He had difficulty falling asleep due to the wound on his neck, so he could only try to find topics to talk about with Bai Jin about analyzing the situation in the ghost story.
It's a pity that most of his analysis of the situations in the ghost stories were off the mark. He didn't have Xiao Tang's quick-witted brain, nor did he have Xiao Fei's shamelessness to ask questions when he didn't understand. After a few words, the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence.
Bai Jinshu had severe tinnitus in his ears, and it took most of his energy to hear Xiao He's mosquito-like voice clearly. What's more, this person was talking about topics that were meaningless to analyze. After a moment of awkward silence, he fell asleep again without realizing it.
When he woke up again, it was Xiao Tang's voice that woke him up.
"Ersi, Ersi! Wake up! Something is wrong outside!" A hand was pushing him and a cold ice pack was pressed against his face, giving him a chill.
Bai Jinshu shuddered from the cold and wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt incredibly heavy.
It took a lot of effort for him to open his eyes and see Xiaofei and Huangmao beside the bed.
Seeing him open his eyes, Xiao Fei breathed a sigh of relief: "Er Ge, you scared us to death. We called you for a long time just now, but there was no response. If it wasn't for Sister Xiao Tang saying that you still had a pulse, we would have thought you..."
What did you think he was, dead in bed?
Bai Jinshu felt a severe headache and wanted to respond to Huangmao's exaggerated attitude. However, just as he was about to open his mouth, he felt his throat was very dry.
"Water..." He waved his hand, and the yellow-haired man quickly handed him a glass of water.
He had just fallen asleep and rested, so he should have regained some energy after waking up, but the strange thing was that he now felt that his body was more tired and heavier than before he fell asleep.
Bai Jinshu took the water and heard Xiao Tang's frightened voice: "Oh my god, that's scary, you almost couldn't breathe just now. Now I really believe it, Xiaochuan's physical condition has a lot to do with those houses."
"The fire...is stopped?" Bai Jinshu asked.
"It's stopped, it's stopped," Xiao Tang frowned, "Although the fire has stopped, something is wrong with the villagers outside."
Villagers... ?
Bai Jinshu felt that his brain was working extremely sluggishly. He had to go over a sentence three or four times in his mind before he could figure out its meaning.
"What happened to the villagers?"
"They are extremely excited, extremely excited!" said the yellow-haired man nearby. "They are all gathered near the ancestral hall now, worshipping Mr. Huang as a god. Some are even kneeling and kowtowing like crazy, saying that he is the benefactor of their entire family..."
"That head knocked... bang bang bang..." Xiao Fei shook his shoulders, "It was as if he didn't feel any pain. While knocking his head, he kept shouting that Mr. Huang was his benefactor and wanted to erect a monument to him..."
"A group of people gathered in the ancestral hall and kowtowed. I felt that this scene was more like a cult than the previous rituals." Huangmao added.
Just from the language described by these two people, you can get a sense of what the atmosphere was like at that time.
There were the crazy villagers in the ancestral hall, the gentleman with a blurred face surrounded by the crowd, and the huge sound of foreheads hitting the ground that continued to linger in the air.
"Are all the people performing the ritual in there?" Bai Jinshu confirmed.
"We didn't dare to get close," Xiao Fei shook his head. "We followed the villagers who went to deal with the sacrificial offerings and came back, and saw this scene. Then when the villagers saw them kowtowing, they also hurried over to kowtow. We were afraid of being discovered, so we didn't dare to get close."
"But it seems that there are really few villagers moving around in the village," Xiao Tang said, "We dug two houses, and no one came to stop us."
She took out two equally dirty jade incense burners and placed them on the table, then opened the lids: "It's still ashes."
Inside the jade furnace, there are still pale yellow ashes.
Three identical jade furnaces were placed side by side on the table, and they looked exactly the same.
"The other two are hard to dig now," she crossed her legs, "I went to take a look, the fire had just gone out, the soil was hot on my feet."
There is no way around this.
However, the fact that the same things were dug out from under the three houses is enough to explain the problem.
Xiao Fei glanced at the floor beneath his feet: "Then isn't it true that underneath this house...?"
Is there also a jade furnace?
The jade furnace also contains You Gaohan's ashes.
"This furnace was driven directly into the cement," Xiao Tang said. "I've only heard of people driving living piles into the cement, but I've never heard of anyone sealing someone else's ashes in it."
Or seal it in the foundation of the house and then build two or three floors of the house on top of the ashes.
"Knowing that there are people's ashes under your house, and staying with a jade furnace containing ashes day and night, would you be worried?" she asked puzzled.
Bai Jinshu shook his head slightly: "How long until sunset?"
"About an hour or so," Xiao Tang estimated the time. "According to this process, tomorrow is the last day, so the last three houses will definitely burn tomorrow."
She frowned in worry: "What are you going to do? You are like this after burning five houses. If three houses are burned tomorrow, will you be able to get out of bed?"
I'm afraid that's not possible.
Xiaochuan's body was weaker than Bai Jinshu had imagined. He had originally thought that the worst outcome was that after all the houses were burned down, he would be too weak to get out of bed and would need someone to support him to walk.
But looking at it this way now, it’s not certain whether he will still be conscious when that time comes.
If Mr. Huang continues in this order, he will definitely die.
Bai Jinshu was about to speak when he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute..."
"In Mr. Huang's opinion, is there only one house left that has not burned down?"
Xiao Tang deliberately let Mr. Huang skip his own house and Xiao Fei's house. In other words, in Mr. Huang's cognition, now if there is only one house left, can he free You Gaohan?
"Which house is left?" Bai Jinshu turned and looked at Xiao Tang.
"It's the three brothers in Shi Pang's team..." Before she finished her words, there was a sound of hurried running outside the window, and then someone banged on the door: "Xiaobo! Xiaobo!"
Xiaobo is the identity Xiaofei gets in this ghost story.
"Who's knocking at the door?" Xiao Tang stood up from his stool abruptly when the conversation was suddenly interrupted.
The voice sounded very young, not like those middle-aged people who participated in the ritual in the village. Bai Jinshu took a few seconds to react: "Dajiang and Xiaohu?"
The one called was Xiaobo, which means he was not the triggerer.
Not being a trigger person and still very young, that means only a few of his Aboriginal peers can meet this condition.
"It's Dajiang," Xiaofei stood up from his seat, "Should I open the door?"
"Open it and have a look." The voice outside the door was hurried, sounding like something urgent. Xiao Tang gestured and asked Xiao Fei to stop the two men downstairs and not let them come up. Then she turned around and asked Huangmao to stay in the room, and she followed him downstairs.
Not long after, Dajiang's hurried voice came from downstairs: "Why...why are you all here?"
"What's wrong?" Xiao Tang's voice sounded, "What happened?"
"Aunt San..." Da Jiang paused, "Xiao Hu and I just discovered that Aunt San and Uncle San are missing!"
Third Aunt and Third Uncle...isn’t that the ranking of Dahai’s parents?
"We clearly...we clearly have been watching at the door the whole time," Dajiang's voice sounded like he was about to cry, with a hint of tears in his voice, "Xiaohu and I looked around but didn't see them in the village. If my father knew about this, he would beat me to death!"
He seemed to grab Xiao Fei's shoulders and said, "Xiao Bo, you know my father's temper. Can you help me find him? Uncle Sansheng took sleeping pills and he can't run far!"
He seemed to be really desperate, and he even said something like he had fed Dahai's parents sleeping pills.
"Sleeping pills?" Xiao Fei quickly pretended to be very shocked, "Why are you feeding sleeping pills to Aunt and Uncle..."
"It's not me who wants to feed them!" Dajiang was very emotional. "We...we have no other choice! The two of them have been shouting that everyone should be buried with the sea, and we don't want to die!"
"Help us look for them! Help us look for them!" His voice became louder and louder. "They will definitely not be able to escape from the village!"
It seems that his mental state is a little abnormal.
At Dajiang's pleading, the triggerers went out with him one by one and began to search the village for the missing couple.
Dahai's parents were the only two people who did not participate in the ritual, but they disappeared at this critical moment. They even shouted that they wanted the whole village to be buried with them. It sounded like something bad was going to happen.
In the village, the sun was getting lower and lower, and it was about to set and get dark. It was the next day, but Dahai's parents were still not found.
Not only were Dahai's parents not found, but when Dajiang and Xiaohu returned, they discovered that when they left to look for Dahai's parents, the body that belonged to Dahai had also disappeared.
For a moment, this incident was shrouded in a supernatural atmosphere. The girl named Xiao Han was timid and grabbed Xiao Tang's sleeve and refused to let go. Even when Xiao Tang said he was going back to the room to drink some water and change clothes, she insisted on following him.
Bai Jinshu couldn't go out, but he didn't dare to fall asleep again. He was afraid that he wouldn't wake up after falling asleep this time. He could only sit on the edge of the bed, taking out the village floor plan he had drawn before and comparing it with the residential locations that Xiao Tang and the others had inquired about, forcing himself to find something to do to keep his mind working.
Suddenly, he stood up.
No, if he was not mistaken, the location of Dahai's house was only two or three buildings away from the house that had not yet burned.
If they said they wanted to bury the whole village with them...
Bai Jinshu coughed violently a few times, lost his balance and fell back.
If they wanted to drag the whole village with them, then as a middle-aged couple with normal physical strength, they certainly couldn't pick up kitchen knives and hack the whole village. So as people who might know a little about what Zhoufu Village did back then, the most likely way they would choose is -
Burn down the remaining three houses!
The first to be affected is the house closest to Dahai’s house!
At this time, only people who are familiar with the terrain of the village can realize this, and the triggerers who ran out with Dajiang and Xiaohu would not realize that the couple's target is that house. They might even make wrong inferences because they said they wanted to "kill everyone" and run to the ancestral hall where the villagers gathered.
He had to find a way to verify this guess.
Bai Jinshu's head was buzzing. He forced himself to concentrate his thoughts and tried to break free from the influence of Xiaochuan's body.
Now he has to think of a way...
A way to allow Xiaochuan, who is unable to leave the air-conditioned room, to leave without getting hurt.
"Huai Jiamu," he suddenly said, "Huai Jiamu? You should be able to hear it now, right?"
Bai Jinshu put his finger on his temples and said in a deep voice, "I need you to take me to the home of those three brothers."
There was a constant ringing in his ears and his vision was distorted and confused.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the glass.
He looked up and saw Huai Jiamu half-squatting outside the window, bending over and looking in his direction.
The window was pushed open, and a pair of hands came faster than the hot air that would have burned him.
The hands pulled him up directly from the window, and Bai Jinshu fell into a cold embrace amid the ringing in his head.
He made the right bet.
The coldness around You Gaohan's body can isolate the hot air in the external environment.
He is Ogawa's only hope to move in the later stages of Kaidan.
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"Aunt San - Uncle San -" Dajiang's voice echoed in the street, "You have watched me grow up, and everyone in the village has lived together for decades. Don't do stupid things on impulse!"
"We are very sad that Dahai is dead, but everyone has an alibi for last night. After the ritual is over, we will call the police and bring the outsider who killed Dahai to justice!"
"Uncle San—Aunt San—acting impulsively won't solve the problem. Let's wait for the police to come, okay?"
He shouted for a long time, but to no avail.
"The village is so small, where did these two people go?" Dajiang complained in a low voice, "I didn't do anything. Dahai is also my brother. If he dies, the whole village should be buried with him. What kind of mentality is that..."
Xiao Fei frowned beside him: "Could they have climbed into someone's yard and hid there? There are so many houses in the village, if someone's door is open, we won't be able to see them if they enter."
"Impossible," Dajiang quickly denied, "It would be fine if there were only these two people, but they also took the sea away!"
"The sea is straight..." There was a hint of fear in his voice, "It takes two people, one in front and one behind, to carry it away. If we carry the sea over the wall, they can't get in."
The village was full of self-built houses. Although the walls were not high, it was impossible for two people carrying a dead body to climb over them.
"These two people must be outside..." Before he could finish his words, a figure suddenly flashed past him.
"Who?!" Dajiang turned his head suddenly.
"Er...Brother Chuan?" Xiao Fei also turned his head, and in a flash, he saw a familiar face.
Are you Si?
Someone ran over holding Ersi.
Erge had been staying in the room just fine, but his health had reached the point where he would bleed from the nose whenever he came into contact with the outside world, so there was absolutely no way he could get out on his own.
Either there was something urgent, or someone took him away... ?
Without time to think, Xiao Fei caught up in an instant.
"Hey, Xiaobo!" Dahai was stunned for a moment, then ran up and said, "Who did you call just now, Xiaochuan?"
Xiao Fei was busy running and did not answer.
The two followed the figure and finally, the figure stopped in front of a house.
Xiao Fei ran out of breath: "Er... Er Ge..."
He discovered halfway through the chase that this person was You Gaohan, the big monster brought out from "Fox Wedding". It was most likely that his brother Er discovered something and that's why he came out.
Now that Ersi was no longer in danger, the worry in his heart faded a little, then turned into an even stronger panic.
Ersi would never leave the house if possible. The thing that could summon the big monster must be very important.
Something is going to happen.
Now that he finally stopped and caught his breath, Xiao Fei realized that this house was the one where the three brothers had obtained their identities.
The only strange thing was that there seemed to be some liquid splashed around the house.
The liquid had a pungent smell and emitted an unpleasant odor under the burning sun.
Xiao Fei's brain was dazed by the smell. For a moment, he felt it was extremely familiar, but he couldn't say what it was or the name of it.
Just as Xiao was still wondering what this thing was, Dajiang, who was catching up with him, exclaimed, "Gasoline?"
"Who spilled gasoline here!" He paused, "Wait a minute, Xiaochuan, why are you with Mr.?"
Xiao Fei shuddered.
gasoline!
Gasoline spilled in front of the three brothers' house!
"Brother Er, what should we do?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a gasoline barrel in his hand walked out from behind the house. He poured all the gasoline in his hand onto the wall. Xiao Fei took a closer look and found that this man was actually Dahai's father whom they had been looking for for a long time.
There was no expression on Dahai's father's face. He just poured the bucket of gasoline in his hand onto the wall bit by bit. Even if the gasoline splashed on his clothes, his limbs, and his face, he didn't wipe it off.
It's like I'm numb.
"They are going to burn down this house!" Dajiang shouted suddenly and rushed forward, but was pushed to the ground by Dahai's father.
This middle-aged man in his forties or fifties seemed to have burst out with all his strength. Dajiang was unable to move for a moment. He could only feel his face being pressed to the ground and covered with gasoline.
"I've watched you grow up since you were a child..." Dahai's father's voice was very difficult, as if he was preparing himself mentally, "I originally thought that raising a child is more important than giving birth to him, but it seems I was wrong!"
"What are you thinking!" Dajiang kept struggling, "Uncle San! Uncle San, don't be impulsive. Dahai is dead but no one has a motive or time to commit the crime! We also want to know how he died. Can I call the police now?"
Xiao Fei wanted to step forward to stop it, but was stopped by a hand.
He looked up along the hand and saw Ersi: "Don't worry about it. Our goal is to burn down all the houses and destroy Mr. Huang's ritual."
This sudden fire will definitely ruin Mr. Huang's plan.
Not to mention that they had originally planned to wait until all the houses had burned down before leaving.
Now, the better option than to stop it is certainly to wait and see.
"Call the police? It's too late to call the police," Xiaofei was stopped behind. Only Dajiang rushed forward and was held down. Dahai's father's voice sounded sad and angry. "I'm not just for Dahai. I want everyone in this village, everyone who participated in what happened back then, everyone who supported this ritual, to die!"
"Xiao Bo!" Da Jiang struggled hard, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up! The gasoline has been spilled and Uncle San has gone crazy. What should we do?"
"What should we do? Of course we don't need to do anything!" At this time, a middle-aged woman's voice sounded. Before Dajiang could react, the hand on his back suddenly left, and Dahai's father, who was holding him, suddenly stood up. Before he could get up, he saw something flying towards him.
The mother sea's voice suddenly became fierce, "You all shall die together!"
The lighter in her hand was smashed into the gasoline, and with a "bang", flames shot up into the sky.
"Oh my god..." Dajiang quickly stepped back, his lips trembling a few times, "What are you standing there for! Put out the fire!"
He rushed forward, took off his T-shirt, and frantically slapped the direction of the fire.
But there was gasoline on the ground after all, and a lot of it got on his clothes.
Dajiang only put out a few attempts before he was forced back by the growing fire, cursing all the time, but the couple he had cursed had long since disappeared.
Once this house is set on fire, there is absolutely no way it will be stopped until everything is burned up.
Dajiangchi, with his upper body naked, stared at the sea of fire in front of him and gasped.
Behind him, the sound of footsteps was heard, and the villagers in the ancestral hall finally arrived.
In front of the raging fire, there was Dajiang, who was wearing rough clothes, Xiaofei, who was at a loss, and another person who was standing very close to the fire but was not stained by a single spark.
"Xiao Fei," Bai Jinshu buried his entire face in Huai Jiamu's arms to avoid the heat wave. Only his voice was still clear amid the crackling sound of burning firewood. "Right now, run."
"Ah? What?" Xiao Fei didn't react.
The villagers behind him burst into screams of fear. Some wanted to step forward to put out the fire like Dajiang did, but after their futile efforts they found that the fire was completely impossible to put out.
The crowd felt as if their vital points were being strangled, and many of them burst into insults. A familiar middle-aged man squeezed out from among the villagers. It was my fourth uncle.
Fourth Uncle's face was full of anger. He looked around and positioned his next move at Dajiang.
"Who lit it! Who lit it! Tell me who did it! Was it you?" Fourth Uncle grabbed Dajiang and pulled him up from the ground. His strength was amazing, and the anger in his voice almost overflowed.
"It was Uncle San... Uncle San and Aunt San," Da Jiang said in a staccato voice, "Uncle San and Aunt San ran out, but we couldn't find them. By the time we found them, the place was already covered in gasoline."
"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on them? Didn't I tell you to feed them sleeping pills?" Fourth Uncle gritted his teeth.
Leading the crowd were Xiaohu and his three brothers who were going to the ancestral temple to look for someone.
Xiaohu stepped forward to explain to Dajiang, but was also grabbed by the collar by the furious fourth uncle and started to scold him too.
Xiao Fei felt that something was not right. The irreversible burning of the house seemed to have set the villagers on fire as well. For a moment, the expressions of all the people who came to the ancestral hall became angry.
Just then, Mr. Huang suddenly came out from behind the crowd.
"Since the last stake is burning," he said in a loud voice, "why not start early?"
"Start what?" Dajiang and Xiaohu were almost confused.
Xiao Fei wasn't very smart, but he was the best at running away. Seeing that the situation was not good, he grabbed the three brothers and started running.
Just as they turned and ran away, a scream came from behind.
He didn't see it, but Bai Jinshu saw it clearly.
The moment Mr. Huang finished speaking, Fourth Uncle pulled out a knife from his side and suddenly chopped it into the air.
At the same time, Dajiang, who was in the direction he was slashing, suddenly let out a scream.
There was a clearly visible knife mark on his waist.
That knife really hit him.
The third sacrifice began early.
The setting sun in the sky is blood red.
The third sacrifice was a human sacrifice.
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