Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 132: Pallet

At night, Li Ang opened his eyes, got up quietly, walked to the bed next door, and slashed the back of his temporary roommate's neck with a knife.

The hapless passenger passed out quite decisively without uttering a single squeak.

To be on the safe side, Li Ang pulled open his eyelids and flashed a flashlight above his eyeballs a few times.

After confirming that he fainted, he put on a raincoat, covered his face, pried open the window and turned out.

In Dusheng Village at night, only a few lights were still flickering. Li Ang ran towards the ravine and found the tomb of the village teacher Meng Qixi by the light of the flashlight.

Perhaps the villagers are grateful for Meng Qixi's selfless dedication, and the tomb built for him is quite sophisticated. Some words of praise are engraved on the tombstone, and some flowers are placed in front of the tombstone.

It was late at night, and there was still a heavy rain covering his whereabouts. Li Ang directly blasted the tomb with explosives and lifted the coffin board.

The inside of the coffin was empty, not even a trace of blood or maggots.

Li Ang, biting the flashlight, frowned,

Meng Qixi's body is missing, or his body has never been put into a coffin.

What did the villagers of Dusheng Village do to Meng Qixi...

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At this time, in Dusheng Village, Lu Maocai led four young villagers in raincoats, holding hemp ropes, machetes, earth guns, and poles. go ahead.

Because Lu He's death was unclear, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen, and Wei Linglan, who were originally staying at Lu He's house, were arranged by the village chief to stay at the villager Shi Kangjian's house tonight.

The violent wind and rain that should have been disturbing, in Lu Maocai's eyes, was a guarantee of peace of mind. He brought a group of people to the door of Shi Kangjian's house, walked to the window, and knocked on the window lightly. .

Behind the window of the living room on the first floor, Shi Kangjian's face is exposed,

After confirming that it was Lu Maocai, he opened the door of his house with the key and welcomed the six figures into the house.

Lu Maocai put down the hood of the raincoat, opened his mouth, pointed to the side lying upstairs, and said softly, "Have they all slept?"

Shi Kangjian nodded. This evening, he added a lot of sleeping pills to the drinking water of the three people to ensure that they could sleep stably.

Lu Maocai took a deep breath, clenched the gun in his hand, and walked up the stairs.

Dusheng Village, formerly known as Dushen Village,

According to legend, this place was attacked by plague ghosts in ancient times, and corpses were everywhere, and every family was crying. A group of people pity the common people, gather the living people, and build a village in the valley according to the principles of feng shui.

And passed down the formations and rituals, which can isolate demons and ghosts, make the weather smooth, the crops are prosperous, and the six animals are prosperous.

The only problem is that human sacrifices must be offered at the ceremony held every five years.

In ancient times, when the communication was backward, the villagers of Dushen Village abducted the demented beggars and offered human sacrifices according to the ritual.

The village has good weather and good weather, and the villagers live and work in peace and contentment, like a paradise.

Unfortunately, with the passage of time, the effect of the ceremony is not as good as one year, and the inheritance is interrupted due to the intrusion of military disasters.

Until July, the village began to die one by one. The village chief Lu Gui found the formation ceremony in the ancestral temple classics and rebuilt the altar in his attic.

And together with the villagers, they tied the village teacher Meng Qixi, who was sick in bed, and trapped him on the altar.

It was Lu Maocai who dug out his heart.

Meng Qixi never imagined that he, who had devoted most of his life to Dusheng Village, would be killed by the familiar and kind villagers in the past.

When he died, his small eyes were full of big doubts.

Lu Maocai did not regret killing Meng Qixi. Anyway, the latter was seriously ill and died soon.

Anyway, since Meng Qixi had given so much for the village, he should have given a little more before he died.

Sure enough, after the sacrifice of Meng Qixi, the deaths in the village subsided,

But perhaps because of the vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of the world, the feng shui-like formation arranged by the Taoist has long been destroyed by various new buildings in the village.

The effect of the ceremony lasted less than six months, and the village began to die again.

The village chief Lu Gui modified the terrain of the village and tried to repair the formation according to the ancient books.

While letting the eldest son, Lu Maodian, who is a little powerful in the city, think of a way.

Just when Lu Maodian found a mule and hired Li Ang, Lu Gui's understanding of the formation ceremony was refined again, and it rained heavily to temporarily isolate the ghosts.

Afterwards, the landslide and the passengers were trapped.

Unless the situation is urgent, Lu Gui does not want to attack these passengers. He prefers to find suitable sacrifices that will not attract widespread attention through some familiar channels.

Lu He's death became the last straw that broke the camel's back. No one in the village could guarantee that they would survive under the reckoning of Li Gui.

Tonight, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen and Wei Linglan will become new sacrifices - their deaths are not worthless, and the villagers of Dusheng Village will live a peaceful and peaceful life with their dedication .

Lu Maocai thought about it this way, and recalled Wei Linglan wearing a long white dress, and his heart was a little hot.

Maybe, before the sacrifice, he can still enjoy it...

Lu Maocai touched the handrail and walked up to the corner of the stairs. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the stairs, but he was stunned to find that the number of people was wrong.

He brought four young men, plus Shi Kangjian, that is six people,

But a flash of thunder flashed, and there were seven shadows on the stair wall.

The light of thunder and lightning is fleeting, and the corridor returns to darkness.

Lu Maocai's figure froze instantly. He only felt that his back was cold, and he was fighting with both arms. He couldn't even hold the earthen gun in his hand.

The villagers standing behind him were a little puzzled when they saw Lu Maocai standing still, and asked softly, "Why not..."

Before he finished speaking, a palm quietly penetrated his chest,

The villager lowered his head, and the last scene he saw was his heart being held in the hands.

Crack.

The heart was crushed alive.

The lanky ghost with disheveled hair pulled its arm out of the villager's chest, and the latter fell to the ground like a puppet with its silk thread removed.

Fear almost occupied all the reason of Lu Maocai,

This is impossible. His father Lu Gui has already consumed most of the mana he gained from sacrificing Meng Qixi today. A denser rain screen can theoretically isolate all demons.

Or, it has evolved again...

The ghostly figure leaned forward slightly, and Lu Maocai only felt a flower in front of him, and a pair of sharp claws that were neither human nor beast lightly touched his chest.

It was too late to speak, and a slender thunder slanted down, smashed the window, and hit the slender ghost directly.

Lu Gui's blow that consumed most of the remaining mana in the altar did cause huge damage to the slender ghost~IndoMTL.com~ The queen retreated and pushed aside the crowd crowded on the stairs. After a deep scar was drawn on the waist and abdomen,

He limped out the door.

The frightened Lu Maocai hurried to the entrance of the stairs, and saw the ghost figure rushing into the rain curtain, and bursts of blue smoke rose from the part of his body that was drenched by the rain.

Seeing that he was about to rush into the forest, the disheveled ghost suddenly stopped.

It stood under the tree and turned back silently, stared at them deeply, then turned away, completely hidden in the darkness.

Lu Maocai took a deep breath. He ignored the panicked and screaming companion, ran straight to the second floor, and kicked open the side door.

Inside the door, Tian Yourong, who should have been lying down, disappeared, leaving only the wide open window, swaying back and forth with the strong wind.

After losing mana support, the rain gradually weakened.

Without offerings, all will die soon.

Lu Maocai walked downstairs in despair.

Shi Kangjian, who had a deep cut in his abdomen, was leaning against the stair wall and panting heavily. Several companions were rushing to help him bandage the wound.

"Get out of the way!"

Lu Maocai rudely pushed his companion away, wrapped Shi Kangjian's waist and abdomen tightly, and sighed softly in the latter's plea for "Save me".

With this sigh, Shi Kangjian immediately realized something, his eyes were wide open and his eyes were splitting, "What are you going to do, you can't do this!"

"This injury can't be saved. It's your turn to sacrifice for the village."

After all, Lu Maocai ignored Shi Kangjian's abuse and struggle,

He took hemp rope to tie his hands and feet, used a pole to pass through the hemp rope, and greeted his companions to pick up Shi Kangjian like a pig, and the group ran towards the village chief Lu He's house.