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Wang Cheng was also acutely aware that something was wrong. He was trembling, and his eyes were full of fear: "Uncle Wu, this place is really weird. How can there be no one in such a big stockade? Miss Chen is right. Let's go. "

"Shut up." Wang yunmiao impatiently scolded, "as a young and big Wang family, you should have your own ideas. Don't be bewitched by this woman!"

Wang Cheng looked at his fifth Uncle Wang yunmiao, then at Chen Yanran beside him. He could not help hesitating: "but..."

Lu Yang raised his hand and pressed Wang Cheng's shoulder. He comforted him and said, "young and old, we've been bumping and starving all the way. We're only one step away from success. How can we play the drum of retreat again? Don't worry. If we deliver the goods, we can go back to Yanjing safely. "

He is a great master at the top of his inner strength. He is old and has great prestige in speaking, which makes Wang Chengxin a little more stable.

Chen Yanran blinked her eyes, and murmured: "just don't listen to me, so as not to regret in the future."

She didn't have any sense of crisis, just because she knew that Lin Yu was protecting her not far away, but she didn't know where the guy was hiding at this moment

Wang yunmiao has a fire in his heart and stares at Chen Yanran fiercely with a gloomy face: "I warn you, don't play tricks. If it wasn't for Xiaocheng to protect you all the way, how could you be safe and sound today? "

Wang Cheng cleanly blocked in front of Chen Yanran: "fifth uncle, what do you mean?"

"But what do you mean?" Wang yunmiao looked stern and asked coldly, "along the way, you've spared no effort to protect this woman, even ignoring the family business? I'm your fifth uncle, I'm your relative, only I won't hurt you, do you understand? "

Wang Cheng's face changed slightly, but he was stubborn and didn't move.

"Well, well, don't make any noise." Zhang Xing waved his hand and hurriedly stepped out to make a comeback. "I'll go ahead and have a look. You'll wait here for a while."

Everyone nodded and thought it was safe, so he swaggered to the front.

"It's better to let the boy explore the way." Wang yunmiao low said, with Lu Yang to a wink, and turned to command a way, "all stop to have a rest."

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Wang yunmiao was not willing to move on until he got the exact information.

He was afraid that he would encounter something that scared him again in such a place

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Can someone give me a word? " Zhang Xing yelled all the way and gradually walked into the deepest part of the stockade.

If you count them carefully, he hasn't been to wutouzhai for three or four years. The last time I appeared here, I was entrusted by the philanthropist Association of shuangmi town to transport a batch of rice flour oil to the village to help the poor.

At that time, after dropping out of junior high school, Zhang Xing relied on odd jobs to make a living in the town. As long as he could earn money, he would do everything and lead a lazy and muddled life. He was not as complacent as he is now. After inheriting Master Wang Yuanlang's mantle, he could become a great man in charge of the universe.

As for people, once there is hope, it will inevitably expand.

Zhang Xing followed the memory and found the dilapidated house of Sang Jiu's father.

"Father Sangjiu? Is father Sangjiu at home He pushed open the fence door, opened his mouth and called twice, and soon smelled a stench, "Damn, what the hell is this smell... What's the game rotten?"

Zhang Xing frowned, raised his hand to cover his mouth and flashed to the side. His eyes swept over the yard and soon noticed.

In the middle of the yard, there was a dead dog lying quietly. Because of the humid and muggy climate, the maggots had rotted, and the bad smell came from the carcass of the animal.

"It's not father Sangjiu's dog... Died here... Nobody cares?" Although Zhang Xing is only familiar with the stronghold leader sang Jiu, he also knows that the old man has seen this grey dog more intimate than his son since his mother-in-law died.

So deep feelings, by this dog died in the yard rotten?

"Something's wrong!" Zhang Xing is not a fool. At this time, he also noticed something wrong. He looked around warily. His face was blue and white. "Is there anyone else? Is there anyone else

Bang!

From the room came the sound of things overturning.

"Who!" Zhang Xing suddenly hit a spirit, directly to the waist used to defend the hunting knife pulled out, eyelids suddenly jump non-stop, "come out! Don't play the devil

Quiet, it's terrible quiet

Zhang Xing held the hunting knife firmly, and his palms were sweating.

He tried his best to stabilize his mood, leaning towards the front room, and constantly reminded himself in his heart: Lao Tzu is a true cultivator, Lao Tzu is a gifted son, with a leading role aura on his head, what the hell am I afraid of?

Soon he came to the door. He gritted his teeth and kicked the door: "get out! Don't hide from me

Boom!

After all, it's one of the best efforts of the practitioners, and it's really powerful. The dirty, dilapidated door burst open and sawdust splashed.

"Ah With a loud cry, Zhang Xing rushed into the room waving his hunting knife, but his body froze again.

In the low and narrow room, with his back to him, a man stood quietly.

Looking at my back, I'm in my early twenties. I'm slim. He stood motionless in front of the cupboard, holding two lighted incense sticks in his hand.

On the other side, there is a clay statue of a God. The work is very rough. It is dedicated to the common local witches in western Yunnan.

Although the six religions in Wushan were strangled repeatedly and expelled from the territory of China, the local voodoo in southern Xinjiang was flourishing, and the belief of the resident people was never destroyed. Many local people still firmly believe in the existence of the God of witchcraft. On this point, they have reached a ridiculous unity with the six religions in Wushan.

In the belief system of Southern Xinjiang, the sorcerer is an evil god. What is an evil god?

That is to say, offering sacrifices to Witches does not necessarily bring blessings. However, if we blaspheme the God of witchcraft, it will lead to disaster.

According to legend, the God of witchcraft has great magic power, which can take away all the water, causing the earth to crack, crops to wither, human beings and livestock to be thirsty, and eventually become a corpse.

In southern Xinjiang, every spring ploughing and autumn harvest, there are large-scale God worship activities in each stockade. The purpose is to please the gods, not to bring disaster down, and to pray for good health and abundant grain in the coming year.

Zhong Ruoxi once said that in southern Xinjiang, including the six religions in Wushan, the root of the God of witchcraft is nuyu, because in dahuangjing, nuyu is a god of drought