The years when I was Captain Jin

Chapter 245 The Black Stream

Around the stage, long white flags were hung, and many green lanterns were inserted. The candles inside flicked and flickered, as if they had life. No matter how you looked at it, there was a terrifying feeling.

I looked again at the mountains on both sides.

The mountains here are really similar to what the hotel owner said. Although they are rolling and rolling, if you throw people into them, you will never find them again.But they are generally very short. If the mountain is not full of trees, it will look like lumps of soil no matter how you look at it.

The stage is located in the hinterland of the mountains, and the river below the stage is actually a stream.

When singing Yin opera, the stage must be built on the river, so as to attract ghosts, I know this.

But the strange thing is that the color of this creek is very strange!
Generally speaking, the streams in the mountains are not polluted, they are clear, transparent, and extremely sweet, but the streams here are jet-black, with a slight fishy smell.

Moreover, this creek has nine twists and eighteen bends, twists and turns in the mountain, and there is no source at all. It is obvious that someone deliberately led it here.

I searched hard around the stage, but I still couldn't find the Temple of the Kitchen God that the villagers said, so I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Fuck, people are coming, where is the temple?

But before I finished thinking, the old village chief sang a folk song, led twelve strong men to lift the coffin, and walked towards the stage.

I am alone now, and it is impossible to beat these hundreds of villagers, so I can only be at their mercy.I looked again at the coffin containing Wang Yuanchao and Fatty, but there was no movement at all, obviously the two of them hadn't woken up until now.

I don't know what Mongolian sweat medicine these villagers are mixing, it's so powerful!I was a little anxious, but my legs and feet were tied up with hemp rope. I had no choice but to try my best to push the coffin, hoping to wake up Wang Yuanchao and the fat man.

Unexpectedly, the banging sound from the coffin caught the attention of the lazy man.The lazy man found that I had woken up, so he walked up to me quickly, slapped me hard, and then shouted at the village chief: "Village chief, this thief is pretending to be dizzy!"

I was hit by this lazy man, my eyes were staring, my cheeks were burning hot, I wish I could kill this bastard right away.

However, the old village chief ignored us, but carefully ordered other villagers to set up the altar, and then let the villagers who had put on make-up perform on stage.

Seeing that everything is ready and the sacrifice is about to start, the lazy man doesn't care about me anymore, but his eyes show the enthusiasm of a wild animal, and he says to himself: "I can have a big meal again, eat, eat..."

The slob was standing next to me, and all the drool dripping out fell on his head. It was sticky, and it looked like he hadn't brushed his teeth for a week.

I was so disgusted that I couldn't stand it, I stood up abruptly with all my strength, and then slammed into the lazy man in front of me.The lazy man is staring at the stage in a daze, how could he think that I still have the strength to fight back?Immediately, I was hit by a dog to eat shit.

The other villagers on the side all surrounded me vigilantly, and then hurriedly held me down.

The lazy man became furious and slapped me several times as soon as he stood up. My ears were buzzing from the slaps, and I couldn't hear what the villagers were saying.But I didn't just grab it with nothing, I thought I'd better fight it!So he opened his mouth and bit the lazy man's ear.

Although the two ears of the lazy man had been cut off a long time ago, I still bit the wound open, and blood flowed all over his face immediately. The pain caused him to pull out the butcher's knife on his waist, and was about to cut off my ears.

At this moment, the old village chief who had not spoken all this time suddenly spoke up: "Sloth, stop!"

The knife in that lazy man's hand had already dropped, and I even felt a icy cold sensation in my ears.But the village chief's words were like an imperial decree, making the lazy man hold back the knife abruptly.

"Do you understand the rules? Don't you know that Lord Stove likes fresh ears? Don't drag the whole village to be buried with you." The old village chief taught him a lesson.

Although Lai Han was a little bit aggrieved, he didn't dare to confront the village chief, so he could only spit at me: "Thief boy, you wait, you wait for me, when the Stove Lord comes, I will be the first to cut off your ears."

While speaking, the villagers had already pulled up their erhus and started singing desolate and tactful jokes.

I don't have any mood to appreciate this ghostly cry, I just hope that the singer can sing a little slower, let me think about it, how can I escape from here?

It is impossible to count on Wang Yuanchao and Fatty, and don't expect these villagers to have a conscience. It seems that the only way to escape here is to solve the mystery of the Stove Lord.

Although I thought so, I haven't seen the so-called Kitchen God Temple for a long time, let alone any delicious meal.

While these villagers were busy preparing for sacrifices, I caught sight of Uncle Zhang who took us in at the beginning, and asked Uncle Zhang quietly: "Master, didn't you mean to go to the Temple of the Stove King? Why are you only singing here, Stove?" What the hell is the prince?"

Before Uncle Zhang could reply, the lazy man who had been watching over me snorted coldly with disdain: "Cut! Master Stove is a god in this area, so you can see it whenever you want."

Uncle Zhang also covered my mouth nervously, and motioned me not to talk nonsense: "Boy, shut up. You must not be disrespectful to the Stove Lord. If the Stove Lord hears it later and annoys him, let alone a feast All of us in the village will not be able to survive.”

"I just want to ask the Stove Lord what he is like, and he must die to understand it!" Seeing that the lazy man and Uncle Zhang didn't say anything, I just stared at the old village head.

The old village head is obviously different from other local beetle villagers. He has some awareness of civil rights. It seems that he should be an intellectual before entering the village.

For the sake of me not making a scene, he explained: "Young man, what the lazy man said is right. Ordinary people like us, how can we see the Stove Lord and his old man? Don't say we met, even the Stove Lord Temple. It’s not something you can just get in.”

When Uncle Zhang saw that the village head had spoken, he also took courage. He pointed to the stream under the stage and said, "The Temple of the Stove King is at the source of the stream. Grandpa Stove King usually lives in the temple."

"Then how did you change the big meal?" I asked.

Uncle Zhang patted our coffin tremblingly: "Grandpa Stove King, usually put a big meal in the coffin and reward us."

I laughed and sarcastically said, "Do you think I'm a fool? Since the ear is cut off for a big meal, how can the Stove Lord take the ear if he doesn't show up?"

"Boy, since the Stove Lord is a god, he must have supernatural powers." The old village head said, "The stream under our feet is different from ordinary streams. It is a stream with nine twists and eighteen bends. .As long as we put the offerings into the coffin and throw it into the creek, the coffin itself will go upstream and reach Lord Stove Lord.”

I just found out that this creek is a bit weird, it doesn't look like a natural formation, I didn't expect this creek to break the common sense of physics, the stream left from a high place can actually bring things back to the high place place.

But if this is the case, where does the power of the water flow come from?Maybe it has something to do with the color of the stream.

Just when I was thinking wildly, a harsh wind chime suddenly broke the tranquility.

The moment the bell rang, more than 100 villagers beside me, including the old village chief, all knelt down in unison, not even daring to lift their heads!
(End of this chapter)