Ugly Cultivation Notes

Chapter 319 Investigate the news
The village chief had told him not to mention sacrifices to outsiders.

Fortunately, he only mentioned the sacrifice and didn't reveal too many details.

Seeing Ah Da leaving in a panic, Xu Chunniang looked thoughtful.

It seems that this so-called sacrifice may be the key to leaving this utterly spiritual place.

In the next few days, new "outsiders" entered the village continuously.

Without exception, these people are all monks who entered the Heavenly Dao Palace like Xu Chunniang.

But not long after they entered the village, they disappeared strangely, and no one knew where they went.

"I heard that two strangers came this morning. There are so many strangers in the village recently."

"It's strange to say that so many foreigners came to the village and then left. Only the three people who came at the beginning are still there."

"What's so strange, they must have sneaked away again because they saw that our village was broken."

The children chatted for a while, and soon noticed the bone blade that Xu Chunniang was polishing, and their eyes lit up.

"What a beautiful knife, made of tiger bones!"

"It looks much more majestic than my father's bow and arrow!"

A group of children stared at the bone blade with envious eyes, and finally someone mustered up the courage to step forward, "Hello, stranger, can you lend us this to play with?"

Xu Chunniang glanced at several people, but said nothing.

In the past few days, she wandered around the village for a few days, inquiring about the sacrifice.

However, as long as she mentions these two words, this group of simple and enthusiastic villagers will become nervous and deliberately avoid this topic.

So I inquired for a few days, but couldn't get more news.

All I know is that this so-called sacrifice will be held in the ancestral land, and that this village is not the only one participating in the sacrifice.

Xu Chunniang had no choice but to try to get answers from these children.

"Where is the furthest place you've ever been?"

However, the group of children's answers disappointed her.

"We never left the village."

"I was only allowed to leave the village when I was 12 years old. My dad said I was too young."

They answered absent-mindedly, their eyes still fixed on the bone blade in Xu Chunniang's hand, obviously not giving up.

Xu Chunniang casually caressed the bone blade, "You just said that many foreigners have disappeared, is that true?"

"Of course it's true. There were a few foreigners living in the room next to my house, but I went to see it, and there was no one in the room."

"They must have thought our village was broken, so they sneaked away."

Xu Chunniang heard what she wanted to hear, and handed them the bone blade, "Let's play with you for a while, be careful not to get hurt."

The children got their wish, burst into cheers, and carefully raised the bone blade to play aside.

Xu Chunniang picked up another tiger bone on the ground and began to polish it, remembering the two strange monks who came to visit her not long after she entered the village.

Those "foreigners who came and went" were probably killed by those two monks.

They approached her that day, most likely because they wanted to make a move on her, but for some unknown reason, they gave up again.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Xu Chunniang took back the bone blade and walked towards the village chief's house.

In this kind of ancient closed village, the village chief is the person with the greatest authority and the most knowledge. Instead of looking for other people to inquire slowly, it is better to ask the village chief directly.

When the village head learned that Xu Chunniang was visiting, he received her warmly.

"Dear guest, are you still living in the habit these days?"

"It's good. I heard that there are many other villages far away. I don't know if it's true."

The village chief was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Of course it's true. But those villages are too far away, and I'm afraid it will take a whole month to get there."

"Then have you been to other villages?"

The village chief smiled bitterly, "That's not true. I can't leave the village for too long. And the attitude of other villages towards us is not friendly."

Xu Chunniang's eyes moved slightly. These villages would go to the same ancestral land to worship every year. It is very likely that they have a common ancestor.

But the village chief said that the relationship between the villages is not friendly, which is intriguing.

Could it be that the objects of worship in each village are different?Or are these villages in competition with each other?
"And where is the furthest place you've ever been?"

"Hehe, I can't go very far with my old bones."

The village chief subconsciously avoided his gaze and picked up the teacup, "It's getting dark..."

Xu Chunniang sighed inwardly, it seemed that the village chief would keep playing dumb if he didn't make it clear.

She interrupted him, pointing, "I heard that you all go to the ancestral land once a year to participate in the sacrifice."

The village chief shook his hand holding the tea bowl, and the tea in the tea bowl almost spilled out. He finally realized something, and his face was not very good-looking.

"Although I am grateful to you for saving my people, this is something about our family, and I have no obligation to tell you."

"Since it's a sacrifice, you must prepare sacrifices, right?"

The village chief's face turned pale, "It's just a sacrifice to the ancestors, no expensive sacrifices are needed."

After saying this, no matter what Xu Chunniang asked, he still refused to speak.

In desperation, she had no choice but to leave the village chief's house.

On the way back, it was already dark.

The woman's thin sobs came from nowhere, mournful.

Xu Chunniang stayed in the village for a few days and was no stranger to this sound.

The young and middle-aged people in the village have rich hunting experience, but they are often injured in fighting with ferocious beasts every day. If they are unlucky, they may even die.

Perhaps someone's family has encountered misfortune again.

She was about to avoid it, but heard a mournful whisper.

"Shuang'er has been chosen, and the ceremony will be held next month..."

"This is fate. Shuang'er is chosen by the Sorcerer God. We should accept it. She will serve the Sorcerer God for us."

"I know, but why is my Shuang'er, she is only ten years old, woo woo woo..."

"Sorcerer God, Shuang'er will bless us."

Under the comfort of the man, the sobbing sound gradually decreased, and finally fell into silence, melting into the deep night.

Xu Chunniang took a deep breath, and made a bold guess in her heart.

The nearly ten-year-old Shuang'er was chosen as a sacrifice, and will be given to the witch god first in the next month's sacrifice.

And this kind of sacrifice to the witch god, once a year, has lasted for endless years.

And it's not just this village, all the nearby villages go to the ancestral land to participate in sacrifices every year...

It seems that the "Sorcerer God" has a really big appetite.

There was coldness in Xu Chunniang's eyes, no wonder the village chief kept his mouth shut when she asked about the sacrificial priest, there was such a secret hidden in it.

Perhaps, this witch god is the key to leaving this land of absolute spirits.

Xu Chunniang closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was no more disturbance.

Since the sacrifice will be next month, she will be able to go to their so-called ancestral land smoothly and find out what happened just by following behind this group of people.

(End of this chapter)