At the end of the performance, the man with the demon mask was beheaded.
In the ancestral hall, the Taoist priest finally beheaded the ghost statue.
They offered sacrifices to the mountain god and slew the mountain demon.
It has absolutely no connection to evil or curses.
The system didn't provide any extra prompts; it was all up to me.
But in this eerie village where there isn't a single living person, even if those images are replays from the past, you can't piece together a complete clue. Where do you even begin to investigate?
Su Deng licked her teeth, suppressing her irritation, and decided to wake Su Muye first.
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ancestral hall.
In the courtyard, the ghost statue that the Taoist priest had repaired with blood talismans stood there perfectly intact after being struck by lightning again, leaving a crater in the ground. It even gleamed with a sheen.
No one noticed that after Zhuo Feng and Qin Xian left, the dark red bloodstains that had gathered at the ghost statue's feet came alive and spread upwards in patterns, all the way to its brow.
After a flash of crimson-gold light, the ghostly image began to dissipate from its head.
A moment later, the golden surface faded, revealing a person!
Her long, dark green hair cascaded down to her waist, and she wore a white pearl and dark green feather earring on her left ear. Her features were distinct, her skin was fair, her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, her nose was straight and her lips were thin and beautiful. She was stunningly beautiful.
He wore a flowing black robe embroidered with dark red patterns.
A gust of wind blew by, and his thick, long eyelashes trembled. He opened his eyes, his pupils as black as an abyss, as cold and deep as a frozen pool, and the air seemed to freeze wherever they swept over him.
He stood up, his tall figure making his black robe flow gracefully, exuding an ethereal aura. He was surrounded by an oppressive presence, like a supreme god, in whom all living beings seemed like ants.
He looked around, gazing at the village outside the ancestral hall, and stared blankly for a moment before muttering to himself, "So this is it..."
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About an hour later, the faint sound of suona horns could be heard again.
It's getting closer and closer, as if it's right outside the door.
Su Deng frowned slightly, got up, walked to the door, and looked outside.
Then I saw a procession slowly approaching from the road outside the gate.
They wore different theatrical robes, all in bright colors, with heavy makeup on their faces. On stilts of varying heights, there were men and women, as well as several children no older than seven.
Among those Su Deng could recognize were the local earth god, the county magistrate, the matchmaker, the executioner, and the actor…
Among them were four people wearing ghost masks, carrying a two-person sedan chair, in which sat a well-dressed little girl who looked no more than five years old.
As they walked forward, they danced eerie dances to the rhythm of the suona horns. Soul banners embroidered with golden dragons and various evil-suppressing beasts fluttered in the air, like ghosts parading through the streets in the middle of the night.
When they reached the door of the thatched hut, they suddenly stopped. They were carrying red lanterns, laughing and joking, their voices shrill and grating, just like the thing that used to scare people by sticking to their windows in modern-day Yao Village.
Their attire is also very similar.
"Welcome the Divine Child—"
With a loud shout from the person at the front of the line holding the red sign, Su Muye, who had tried everything to wake up but to no avail, suddenly opened his eyes, got out of bed, and walked blankly toward the line.
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