After most of the time the dance was waving, a group of Miao people walked out of the gate of the Miao village. The Miao people were in their 1960s and had a white beard that touched their chests. Zhang Xiaoluo didn't know this person, and he thought he should be the leader of the Huadong.

The old man with white beard walked side by side with him was an old woman with a black robe and a rugged body. The old woman bent over slightly, leaning on a black wooden rattan in her hand. She surrounded everyone behind her and headed towards a bamboo platform that had already been built in the middle of the waving hand.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at the old woman from afar, and her eyes couldn't help but narrowed slightly.

This old woman is the Huadong Gu Witch Goddess and Grandma Qing who had saved Zhang Xiaoluo.

Zhang Xiaoluo has been immersed in the Yin-Yang Xuanmen for many years, but the Miao people don’t know much about the witchcraft technique. But if you can make the instinct sleep and wake up, the witchcraft technique should not be a futile reputation!

The singing and dancing of the crowd had come to an end, and Zhi Fei returned to Zhang Xiaoluo again. He stood under the bamboo platform with other tribesmen, staring at the white-bearded old man and grandma Qing who were already standing on the bamboo platform.

"My tribesmen and my village people, may the glory of God be blessed forever! May our descendants be bathed in the sun forever!"

The white-bearded old man said slowly on the bamboo platform, and the majestic voice echoed over the huge wave floor for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoluo knew that this should be the prayer session that Zhi Fei once told him.

Sure enough, as the old man's words came out, the Miao people in brightly decorated clothes in the audience, regardless of gender, age, closed their eyes devoutly, and their lips moved slightly, as if they were praying for something silently.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at Zhi Fei beside her. She was like other Miao people, her eyes closed slightly, her red lips moved slightly, and she prayed silently in her heart.

"She should be praying that I will recover soon?"

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at Zhi Fei's white face and thought to himself.

After a long time, the prayer was over. The white-bearded old man stepped down from the bamboo platform, but the crowd under the bamboo platform did not dissipate and still looked up at the rugged figure on the bamboo platform.

Huadong Gu Wushu, Qing Grandma.

"Shebari" is not a ritual for our Miao people to sacrifice, but today our tribe still gathers here to pray for blessings with dance, just because... it is because the fallen flowers and the gods awaken again."

As soon as the old woman said this, the crowd under the bamboo platform suddenly became turbulent, and everyone's faces showed panic, especially young women like Zhi Fei.

"Oh, bring her up!"

As the old woman opened her mouth, the crowds surrounded her lower bodies slowly separated a crack. A Miao girl, who was about twenty years old, walked up to the bamboo platform. Behind her, there were two burly men holding scimitars.

He was wearing a decent sky blue bright seedling suit, wearing a silver crown on his head, and a soft black hair quilted head crown was wrapped around the head. The crown was densely covered with silver silk fringes, and the silk fringes touched each other from time to time with the girl's movements, making a crisp "ding" sound.

The woman's delicate facial features are as delicate as white jade, her long eyelashes are slightly bent, her mouth is slightly curled up, and a pair of shallow dimples are like jade carved in snow.

"Hurry up, I'm going to rush home to clean up the bamboo house!"

The woman looked at Grandma Qing who was standing on the bamboo platform and said sweetly.

The face is like peach blossoms, the eyes are like stars, and the sound is as pleasant as the orioles coming out of the valley.

"Falling Flower Cave Girl!"

Zhang Xiaoluo suddenly heard Zhi Fei say something softly beside him, and his voice was filled with horror. He looked up at Zhi Fei, but saw that her pretty face had already been pale, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were staring at the woman on the stage, her eyes were slightly dissipated, as if she was trapped in a nightmare.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Zhang Xiaoluo reached out and grabbed Zhi Fei's palm, stood up, and asked softly.

"No... nothing! Xiao Luo, let's go!"

Zhi Fei pulled Zhang Xiaoluo and squeezed out of the crowd, and walked quickly towards his own bamboo house.

Zhang Xiaoluo turned around as he walked and looked at the hunchbacked old woman on the bamboo platform. He found that the old woman's eyes were also looking at her.

Although Zhi Fei introduced Zhang Xiaoluo as her fiancé, she did not live in a bamboo house with Zhang Xiaoluo at night, she lived at her uncle's house.

After being supervised by Zhi Fei, Zhang Xiaoluo barely drank the chicken soup that was not smelly all night. Then he lay down and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhi Fei sat next to Zhang Xiaoluo for a while. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoluo had snored slightly, he covered the quilt on the side of the bed, held Zhang Xiaoluo's cold hand and warmed it for a long time before he stood up and walked out of the bamboo house.

Zhang Xiaoluo's slightly closed eyes slowly opened. He thought of Zhi Fei's unusual expression when he saw the woman during the day, and his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

The woman's face was not considered beautiful among the girls Zhang Xiaoluo knew, but the faint temperament she exuded made Zhang Xiaoluo feel moved...

There was also the gaze of the old witchcraft woman looking over before leaving. Zhang Xiaoluo felt that the other party was not looking at him.

If the old woman wasn't looking at herself, then the person she was looking at would be Zhi Fei!

From the time Zhang Xiaoluo woke up and saw Zhi Fei, he knew that his relationship with Zhi Fei was no longer just a simple relationship with colleagues.

"No matter what the other party is, the most important thing now is to restore your body as soon as possible!"

Zhang Xiaoluo felt that the person who assassinated him in Kyoto would not be able to give up so easily. Zhi Fei is the identity of Miao girl, and no matter how well he hides it, he will definitely not be able to hide it from those people!

Zhang Xiaoluo rubbed the torn wound under his armpits that had been covered by new granulation, slowly stood up from the bamboo bed, looked at the darkness outside the bamboo house, and walked out.

A snake named Sharp-Kiss Viper grows in the wild in Huadong. This type of snake is hiding out of the day and is violent by nature and contains highly toxicity.

Snake venom, especially highly venomous snakes like the Snake Viper, are often very effective in healing.

Zhang Xiaoluo walked around the bamboo village and had already drunk dozens of snake venoms of sharp-talked vipers. As for snake gallbladder, snake meat and other things, the healing effect is much better than that of the chicken soup, so it is naturally impossible to waste it.

When he sneaked back to the bamboo village again, Zhang Xiaoluo was about to push open the door of the bamboo house, but accidentally saw the lights and decorations outside a bamboo house in the village, as if he was holding a wedding ceremony.

At this moment, when the night is almost ugly, there are still people who get married and daughter in the middle of the night?

Zhang Xiaoluo lowered his head and hesitated slightly, then walked towards the house with a big red lantern hanging.

Night, ugly time.

The entire village was brightly lit, but it was as quiet as the chaotic graves after the third day of the morning. Even the chattering insects were almost heard. In front of a two-story bamboo building behind the village, a bamboo sedan chair carried by eight people covered with red cloth was placed. Red lanterns were hung at the corners of the bamboo sedan, and thick red candles were lit in the lanterns. On the big red sedan curtain were embroidered with flying fallen flowers.

A few feet away from the bamboo sedan chair, there were a group of tribesmen in red clothes standing. Among the tribe members, there were old and young, but their faces were gloomy and silent. Even the children who usually chattered were just nestled in their parents' arms, with their black eyes open, staring at the red wedding sedan chair that eight people could barely lift up in the middle of the open space of the bamboo building. The noisy bamboo village in the daytime emitted a strong strange atmosphere.

Suddenly, a boy's singing sounded in the bamboo building, and it seemed to be singing an ancient song.

"Wearing flower clothes and flower hats, my sister is happy to get into the sedan chair; applying rouge, tracing eyebrows, the falling flower girl's marriage will come; accompanying her lover, eating anthers, and falling flower girl's beautiful day."

The songs were sad and sad, slowly coming from the bamboo building, floating to the silent crowd outside the bamboo building, floating past the tall bamboo wall, and floating to the endless darkness outside the village.

"I remember that it was also a winter night even if the great god of Panpao closed his eyes. There was still heavy snow in the sky. Pan's female grid beads were falling in the sedan chair. The millet has been yellow a hundred times so far. Ah, Panpao, can you be reborn? You have been reborn!"

There was an old woman in a ragged cloth shirt in the crowd. The old woman's eyes were blind. The only strands of thin gray hair on her head were messyly attached to her bare scalp. Her hands exposed outside the cloth shirt and the skin of her neck were covered with black spots. She was obviously a person who was about to fall into the soil.

The old woman's black eyes turned to the direction where the song came, tremblingly opened her lips, revealing the bare gray-white alveolar, muttering to herself in a low voice, and finally began to choke and sing.

"Wearing flower clothes and flower hats, my sister is happy to get into the sedan chair; applying rouge, tracing eyebrows, the falling flower girl's marriage will come; accompanying her lover, eating anthers, and falling flower girl's beautiful day."

A low bamboo house was built next to the wide ridge of the village. A swaying light came from the bamboo house, reflecting the figure of an elderly farmer squatting outside the door beside the narrow door.

"Bad, there is another daughter of Zhong who is going to marry into the fallen flower ghost cave. A Gu and Sister will no longer be alone..."

The bamboo houses in the village quietly opened the bamboo doors. One by one, old or young, tall or short figure stood beside the bamboo houses of their own homes, staring at the dim lights, as if they remembered some people in the past. After a long time of sadness, they all began to sing softly.

"Wear a flowery dress, wear a flower hat..."

Wherever you see, you are all memories; what you think, you are all the past; what you see, you are all regret; what you hear, you are all the whispers; what you say, you are all life...

With the "creaking" sound, the bamboo door facing the sedan chair was slowly opened. The first thing that came out was a boy about seven or eight years old, weak. The boy was wearing a red silk dress, a red hat, a pair of red shorts, and a red cloth shoes. He had a dull expression and moved out of the bamboo building step by step with stiff steps.

The boy held a long red ribbon in his hand. As the ribbon slowly came out, there was a woman dressed in a red cloth with a red silk bride. The woman's hair was covered with black hair and softly draped behind her shoulders, and the ends of her hair fluttered gently with the night wind from time to time. As the woman walked gracefully, her silver jewelry occasionally made a crisp jingle sound, accompanied by the boy's intermittent songs, which gave people a chilling feeling.

The woman dressed in the bride appeared immediately after the appearance of a burly figure. She did not say a word, her entire face was hidden under the shadows in the house, and only her strong naked chest was vaguely seen waving violently.
Chapter completed!