My Iyashikei Game Chapter 981: Sacrificing

Chapter 982 Memorial

The night in Grave Village is very noisy, but it is eerily quiet near the village head's house.

"You must not let the ghosts in the grave know the truth. You must attack me when I am about to weaken, and use a sneak attack to inflict fatal wounds on me. Only in this way can you gain the trust of the ghosts in the grave and survive. Prepare for the arrival of the next era.”

When the old village chief said these words, he kept looking at the carpenter. He hoped that the person who killed him was his second son: "The boss values ​​love and righteousness, and has a close relationship with the living people on the ground. The strongest of the three brothers, he is difficult to be accepted by the ghosts in the grave; the third brother is young and energetic, with a lively personality, and it is easy to show his flaws when he strikes; so the best candidate is you."

After a long silence, the carpenter nodded slightly: "I will fulfill your request."

"Second?! Do you know what you're talking about?" The middle-aged man raised his hand, he really wanted to slap his younger brother, but he held back: "There should be other ways, we can do it again Think about it!"

"I know you may not be able to accept it, but this is the only way that can save ordinary people, weaken the big tomb, and at the same time keep the three of you alive." The package was handed to the three children: "When the grave is opened at midnight, you go down with me, the third child, you walk at the end, and after I am killed by the second child, you run out with my suicide note. Remember, you must send the suicide note I gave you out of the graveyard!"

The fingers of the young man in a suit trembled slightly: "I don't want to escape, let me go with you."

"You have to leave, otherwise we will all die in vain." The old village chief patted the young man on the shoulder: "After you climb out of the deep pit, open the suicide note I left you."

"Dad, have you thought it through? If we leave, what will happen to the villagers in the grave village? Some of them have been severely deformed, and even if they leave the deep pit, they will not be able to be human anymore." Support the plan of the old village chief.

"I have discussed with the people in the Joint Crisis Response Center. Before destroying the grave village, they will pick up all the villagers in advance and take good care of them. This is one of the prerequisites for my deal with them." Old Village Chang looked at the packages in the hands of the three children: "Don't forget, my younger brother is still in the crisis management center, where the elites of all the cities gather, and they will definitely keep the promise they made to me."

"Even if they don't follow through, you should continue with your plan." The middle-aged man looked disappointed. He didn't think his father had done anything wrong, but he felt very uncomfortable.

"Let's all go back to our respective rooms. Come with me to open the grave at eleven o'clock." The old village head did not deny it.

The night is getting darker, the music sounds in the grave village, and the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin.

White lanterns are hung on the door, and every family has an altar table outside the door, displaying various offerings, including rice, soup, vegetables, and wine. paper money.

The lonely and wild ghosts passing by will not stop after eating and drinking. The villagers hope that they can go on the road with peace of mind.

"It's time."

The door of the old village chief's house was pushed open, and the gray-haired village chief and his three children came out of the house pushing a cart of paper goods. The passing villagers all lowered their heads to avoid seeing the four of them walking together.

The four of them came all the way to the village ancestral hall, where the oldest elders in the grave village burned incense and prayed. After the prayers were recited, the grave opening ceremony officially began.

The old village chief and his three children took off their own clothes and changed into offering clothes from the village ancestral hall, with mantras smeared on their faces. After they were dressed, they lay flat on the improvised "water bed" made up of benches and wooden boards. From this moment on, they could not get off the ground.

The mirrors in the house are all covered, and the objects placed around are in singular numbers, which means that you will go on the road alone and will not take other people in the village away.

When the old village head closed his eyes with his three children, the deformed villagers hurried into the house. They evacuated the ancestral niches that held ancestral tablets and the shrines with built-in **** statues, cleaned up the traces of living people, and set fire to them. Ash and incense.

Finally, the villagers put white sheets sewn with red silk on the four of them, replaced the pillows under their heads with stones, lit oil lamps on the left foot, and illuminated the way to the underworld for the four of them. A bowl of white rice is served at the feet, with chopsticks inserted into the rice, which is called foot tail rice.

At midnight, when the time came, the four sedan chairs stopped outside the ancestral hall.

Green background and red top, looking a little creepy, all the bearers are seriously alienated, strong but deformed, half like a human, half like a beast.

Covered by a white cloth, the bearer moved the four of them onto the sedan chair, followed by various white goods and tributes.

Everything was safe, the courtyard door was opened, and three short male villagers rushed ahead, spreading the news of the death throughout the graveyard.

After the person who reported the death left, the cry sounded, and the five female villagers who covered their faces were sobbing sadly, crying as they walked.

Behind the people crying passers-by are the bearers carrying the sedan chairs, and the four-top mountain sedan chairs move slowly from the ancestral hall of the grave village to the outside of the village.

Paper money was flying all the way, the altars at the door of every house were shaking slightly, and the candles were flickering, like ghosts walking at night.

Across the "Forget River" surrounding the village, and over the "Yin Mountain" made of countless garbage piles, the bearer carried the mountain sedan chair to the innermost part of the deep pit.

The yin qi swept across, and an unnamed shrine was built between the grave village and the deep pit. The bearers walked past the shrine after praying three times.

The women who cried on the road stayed here and placed tributes, while the bearers with severe physical deformities carried the mountain sedan chair into the pit.

The surroundings gradually became quieter, and the opening of the grave was at the last step.

Sent into the deep pit for 100 meters, the temperature dropped suddenly, and this place seemed to have left the world.

When he saw the second unnamed shrine, the bearer put down the sedan chair, bowed respectfully to the old village chief and the others, and then left in a hurry.

The old village head and his three children were sent to the big grave as the dead. Only the dead can enter the grave and open the grave to pay homage. The last step is to see the real face of the ghost, so the living need to retreat.

When the bearer's footsteps disappeared, the guide lights in the sedan chairs that passed the mountain suddenly flickered a few times.

The sedan chair curtain was lifted, and the gray-haired old village head was the first to get off the sedan chair.

"Let's get started."

The three children of the village chief walked out of the mountain sedan chair holding the guide lights, and they came to the carts of sacrifices and white goods. These are the offerings prepared by the grave village for the big ghost in the grave.

However, unlike previous years, some other things were mixed into the offerings.

Unpacking the paper-bound house, the old village chief took out four black packages: "Only by destroying the exit of the big tomb can the villagers' diseases be cured."

The youngest third child still couldn't fully agree with his father's approach. He reluctantly opened the package in front of him, and there was a baby about half a year old lying on the detonators.

"Oh my God! Why is this little guy here?" The third child trembled in fright, and unconsciously raised his voice.

The old village chief, the middle-aged man and the carpenter also gathered around, and they all looked at the baby in the black package.

"Who hid this package?"

"Did he crawl in by himself?"

"I just fed him some goat milk and put him to sleep, I don't know the rest."

The baby looked at the four adults innocently. He seemed to be very curious about everything in this world. Where death, distortion and despair entwine, babies bring life.

"It's too late to send him out now." The wrinkles on the old village chief's face were crowded together, and the opening of the grave has strict requirements on time: "Third son, you carry the child on your back, no matter what the result is, you You must escape!"

"Okay..." The youngest third child was afraid of scaring the child to cry, so he tried his best to control his mood, and put the baby in another package as gently as possible, and carried it on his back: "I will take you away, don't Cry, don't make trouble."

A half-year-old baby must not understand anything. The child just feels very happy, and there is no fear or dread on his face.

"It's good to be a child." The third child secretly glanced at his father and two brothers, and he recalled the good memories of the past.

Sighing softly, the youngest patted himself with his hands, then calmed down and made a face at the little baby.

"Ready to open the grave."

The old village head had a serious face. He and his children carried the black package on their backs, and placed all the other tributes near the nameless shrine.

The closed door of God opened slowly, and along with the door of God opened, there was also a passage in the deep pit.

There were too many negative emotions deposited here, and the moment the passage was opened, a breath that made the soul tremble swept over everyone.

The normal procedure of offering sacrifices is to open the tomb, then recite prayers, then send the offerings into the tomb, and finally communicate with ghosts and gods to obtain their blessings.

But this time, after the old village chief waited for the passage to appear, he directly reached into the unnamed shrine, took away the unnamed **** statue inside, and put his own **** statue prepared in his arms into the shrine.

After the statue was replaced, black and red blood spots appeared on the old village head's arm. He was the most normal person in the village, and his body was not alienated in any way.

Pushing a cart full of tributes, the old village chief and his three children entered the passage.

This pothole is bottomless, and it gives people a very scary feeling everywhere.

The Yin Qi was blowing, something was shaking in the darkness, and the sound of chewing came from far to near, and soon several people saw a monster with a severely deformed body.

The monster should have been a human being at one time. Its face was somewhat similar to that of a human being, but its body could no longer see anything related to human beings.

The blood stains solidified on the skin, and black hair kept gushing out from the festering wound. He was surrounded by lingering hatred, and he was still wearing half of a villager's coat.

Scattering a handful of paper money, the old village head put down a sacrifice. Although the ghost was ugly and terrifying, after seeing the sacrifice, he did not chase after it, and the hatred in his heart gradually subsided.

"Do you want to do it?"

"No, regret, regret, resentment, hatred, these four types of ghosts are not our goals."

The old village head and his three children bowed their heads forward and saw all kinds of ghosts along the way. Regret is just a moving shadow, not only does not hurt people, but also helps others; Regret cannot condense the body, like Fusion with the channel; resentment will take the initiative to attack, but they are not the opponent of the village chief; only when encountering hatred, the village chief will take out sacrifices.

The boundless darkness seemed to have no end. When the tribute on the cart was less than half delivered, the old village head saw a woman.

The woman made clothes out of memory, and her body was separated. She had the same blood as the old village head, and her life seemed to be frozen in childhood forever.

"Sister..." The old village head was about to say something to the woman, but the woman turned and left.

The old village head wanted to let the other party stay, but he couldn't call out the woman's name. Because the woman's name sounds the same as his biological father's name, but the characters are different.

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well, and I used you."

The words of apology were not heard by the other party after all, and the old village chief did not continue to stay, and continued to move towards deeper darkness.

Gradually ~IndoMTL.com~ there were fewer ghosts around, and the death and malice became more intense. The old village head saw several abandoned shrines.

The old village head raised his lowered head slowly. When the old village chief looked at the shrine, blood oozed from the top of the shrine.

Dream dust scattered, and a pair of gorgeous butterfly wings landed on another shrine.

The ground began to shake, and a hand condensed by despair stretched out from under the tombstone. Arms poured out one after another, and finally turned into a black **** statue with a thousand hands.

The roar of the beast sounded, cruelty, greed, lust, all negative emotions turned into an ugly beast.

"One, three, seven, nine..."

A terrifying and terrifying aura is floating around, and there are abnormal changes next to each shrine. These ghosts with shrines are far more powerful than hatred.

The third son, who was the youngest, trembled slightly. He was so frightened by the ghost in front of him that he couldn't straighten up.