"She is not a Rakshasa!!"

Han Muxue was a little hysterical.

"Why isn't she!"

The old man's cloudy eyes rolled upward, and he began to feel scared when he recalled the scene of that day.

"The night when she was tied to the sacrificial altar, the whole sky and the whole moon were blood red. Even setting fire could not burn her to death. She just kept laughing sharply. No one dared to come near. The whole night. Later, the priest nailed the soul-sealing nail.

At that time, her eyes were staring straight at me. It was so scary, almost like she was threatening her life. I wanted to gouge it out, but she suddenly grabbed my wrist..."

The old man's eyes widened, and he shook as if he had been exposed to electricity. His droopy eyelids tightened, reminding him of the fish in the bowl, which no one cared about, had no moisture, and whose eyes were green and yellow.

"You murderers!"

Han Muxue's body shook a few times. She really couldn't listen anymore. She grabbed the knife that the old man had just thrown on the ground in panic. The tip of the knife was only a hair's breadth away from the old man's right eye.

"Don't! Don't kill me!"

The old man let out a strange cry from his throat, his face turned pale, and he stared at the knife that might fall at any moment, trembling like chaff.

The more Ling Zi knew, the torment in Han Muxue's heart at this time, but people always have to live in reason. He slowly knelt down and held Han Muxue's hand holding the knife.

"Killing people like this makes your hands dirty."

He tried to put down the hand holding the knife, but Han Muxue's obsession made it difficult for him.

"Xue'er, they should be punished by law."

"But the pain my mother suffered before she died..."

Han Muxue bit her silver teeth into pieces. For a moment, she also wanted to feel the pleasure of killing an enemy with her own hands in the novel.

"Kill him and your hands will be dirty! You miss me so much!!"

When it came to Nian Nian, Han Muxue couldn't hold back any longer, and her fierceness was like a deflated rubber ball, completely gone.

"Mom..." With tears in her eyes, she vaguely saw her kind mother suspended in mid-air, and the night soon fell.

"There is something fishy about this village."

Ling Ziyue comforted Han Muxue, who was in a bit of a breakdown. After tying up the old man and dragging him into an inconspicuous corner, he had already noticed that the woman sealed in the mud wall just now had disappeared.

It seems that she may not be the only woman in this village.

So where are they hiding and why are they hiding?

Ling Ziyue supported Han Muxue, looked around alertly, and moved forward slowly, always feeling that there were eyes secretly watching their every move at this time.

Due to the power outage, the few street lights in the village are not working. They were originally set up for some tourists exploring the ancient village. Currently, all the lighting relies on the incomplete moon in the sky.

After going round and round and stumbling, the two of them arrived at a narrow bifurcated corner.

One leads uphill, with a deep twist and no end in sight, while the other leads downwards, with bright lights and noisy people. The two people have almost no choice but to go up that deserted road.

Han Muxue's mood that had finally been sorted out became chaotic again. She always felt a chill down her spine and began to have bad thoughts in her heart.

This feeling became stronger after the two people supported each other and walked more than ten meters along this long and endless path. In the dark, her sixth sense was telling her that there was danger here.

Finally, she couldn't bear the torture of this uneasy and frightened mood, and suddenly stopped and grabbed Ling Ziyue's windbreaker sleeve.

Ling Ziyue's spirit had been tense since he entered the village. He was even more cautious now. Thinking there was any danger, he subconsciously protected Han Muxue behind him and looked around.

"You don't have to be so nervous," Han Muxue said in a low tone with a relaxed tone. She didn't want the fear in her heart to affect Ling Ziyue.

"Let's go back. I always feel that today is the wrong time."

She considered her words, and the more she thought about Lingzi, she couldn't help but lean on Lingzi's broad back to give her tenderness. Only in this way could her extremely hesitant heart be at peace for a moment.

"Um."

The more Ling Zi felt the warmth on her little face, she leaned back deliberately.

He immediately turned around and clasped his fingers together, pulling her into his arms. The two figures, one tall and one short, stood very close to each other and began to walk back slowly.

Unfortunately, they were still a few steps away from getting out, but the sudden fire suddenly blocked their way out.

Everyone held torches in their hands and wore masks on their heads. None of them had human faces. They were pigs, sheep, monkeys, and cows. They were weird and ugly. Their faces were covered tightly and they were silent. There was only the dull sound of footsteps.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

They raised the torches in their hands and lowered them in unison. With neat shouts and uniform steps, they continued to approach the two of them.

The more helpless Ling Zi became, he had no choice but to hug Han Muxue and protect her in his arms, and was forced to retreat bit by bit.

It was only when he was unable to retreat that he suddenly realized that there was a huge circular altar behind him.

The reason why he knew it so well was because he had seen this thing on the introduction leaflet of this village.

It is said that the Empress Temple here has an extraordinary spirit, and all wishes for a child will be granted. The annual sacrificial ceremony is extremely grand, and now it has long become history.

Now it seems that is not the case.

A stone formation made of stones, with all kinds of simple pottery placed in the middle, offering wine to the full moon, sacrificial swords inserted in the stone table, a green-faced fang mask in the crowd, a man with disheveled hair slowly came out, wearing a dark red robe

I can't tell the shape of the person, but I can only tell that he is tall.

He was jumping around, barefoot, mumbling something, and circling around the two of them.

Ling Ziyue pulled Han Muxue back and forth, watching the wizard's every move.

He used to categorically not believe in these ghosts and monsters, but since he met Han Muxue, he only dared to be skeptical about many things.

The "dancing master" danced and made angry sounds from his mouth. He took out a large amount of unknown liquid from his wide sleeves and sprinkled it on the two of them.

The more Ling Zi protected Han Muxue, he became a human shield when he couldn't hide. He was covered in hair and body. He had always been a bit of a germaphobe. He smelled the strong stench all over his body and his whole body felt bad.

Even Han Muxue behind him could feel his sharply rising anger level.

"Are you okay, Ling Ziyue?"

Han Muxue was a little worried and couldn't bear it, so she suggested: "Otherwise, I should be in front."

She had already smelled it. It was chicken blood mixed with dog blood and even cow urine. It was extremely disgusting.

The longer Ling Zi endured the nausea, he spat a few times, shook his head calmly and firmly, and wiped the red foam from his face. The anger in his eyes wanted to tear the annoying and pretentious wizard in front of him to pieces.
Chapter completed!