Huh, don't worry about other things for now. Find a place to rest for a while. Guan Heng touched the shriveled money bag he got from the old man and muttered: There are only twenty or thirty copper coins, not too many.

Walking into the unknown village, Guan Heng randomly found a friendly-looking farmer and asked to borrow a place to rest and buy some food. The hospitable farmer readily agreed and accepted it as a token.

A few copper coins.

While eating the bread and broth brought by the farmer's wife, Guan Heng chatted with them.

Brother farmer, how are the people in your area living?

Alas, in fact, they are almost the same. In the peaceful years, everyone could barely dig food in the fields and make ends meet. But now that the dragon tribe from the north has invaded, our crops have also encountered natural disasters, either droughts or floods. The harvests have been bad in the past few years.

Having said this, the farmer shook his head helplessly: Now I heard that the Dragon Clan is coming here soon. Our village is under the jurisdiction of the Kingdom of Someda. The royal family has issued a compulsory recruitment order. All young people

Without exception, all those in their prime must join the army to resist the invasion of dragons.

Alas, it is estimated that I will also be taken away by the army in a few days. The farmer sighed: Seeing that this family will starve.

It's so pitiful. It's a pity that I can't help them. Hearing this, Guan Heng also sighed secretly, but at this moment, the sound of drumming suddenly came from outside the farmer's house, and the drumming became more and more intensive.

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What's going on? Guan Heng couldn't help but wonder when he heard the drums, but the farmer shouted at this time: Oh no, I was just chatting with you, the guest, and I forgot about the sacrifice and celebration today.

Having said this, the farmer hurried into the inner room. When he came out again, he was already wearing a strange black linen cloth with a huge skull embroidered with white thread on it.

Seeing the farmer's appearance, Guan Heng was really shocked. He asked in a voice: Brother farmer, what are you doing?

Guest, I am in a hurry to attend the celebration. If you want to know what happened, just ask my wife. The farmer dropped these words in a hurry, turned around and ran out the door. It seemed that he did not dare for a second.

delay.

Guan Heng looked at the back of him running out and just shook his head in confusion. At this time, the farmer's wife brought a glass of water and handed it to Guan Heng. She explained: Guest, you don't know something. This is a custom in our village since ancient times. Once the crops are harvested year after year,

When there is a bad harvest or a serious disaster occurs, a ritual called the Corpse Carrying Ceremony is held to resolve the natural disaster.

During the Corpse Carrying Ceremony, Guan Heng asked inexplicably: What does that mean?

The back of our village was an ancient battlefield of a kingdom thousands of years ago. Tens of thousands of soldiers died here, and over time it became a cemetery. The farmer’s wife explained: The earliest resident of this village was

The keeper of the cemetery.

I don’t know since when, the caretakers collected seven ancient mummies. They and their descendants and relatives carry seven coffins around the nearby mountains, forests and rivers every year, and then walk to the original site of the ancient battlefield.

The peasant woman continued: Then the coffin was placed in the seven corners, and seven bonfires were lit there. Requiem was sung day and night. People in the village believed that in this way, they could be blessed by the soul of the ancient corpse. This sacrificial ceremony was completed.

A custom that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Oh, so that’s it. Guan Heng nodded slightly. He didn’t pay much attention to this strange custom. But when he heard the peasant woman say that there was an ancient battlefield behind the village, Guan Heng thought that there might be something there at the cemetery.

A ghost that you can use yourself.

Rolling his eyes, Guan Heng asked casually: Madam, can outsiders observe the corpse-carrying ceremony in your village? Can I go and see it?

Sir, I advise you to give up this idea. After hearing this, the peasant woman's face changed slightly, and she quickly said: People in the village are a little wary of outsiders, especially the corpse-carrying ceremony, and they don't want others to visit.

This festival is very scary. You should not go to see it.

Okay, I was just talking casually, I didn’t really want to see it. Guan Heng quickly said a few perfunctory words, and after a while, he made an excuse and got up to leave.

Looking at the skinny horse he was leading, Guan Heng suddenly muttered: That corpse-carrying ceremony, hey, I'm afraid there's something weird about it.

Hululu Shou Ma snorted just then. I don't know if he agreed with Guan Heng's statement. Guan Heng shook his head: No matter, let's follow the people holding the celebration to the ancient battlefield to see if there is anything suitable.

Ghost, this is serious business.

At this moment, several people suddenly walked up from a distance and were discussing something loudly. Guan Heng had a thought in his mind, and then he took the thin horse and hid in the corner, observing in secret.

Those few people were wearing the same black linen clothes as the farmer, with white skulls embroidered on them. They were obviously residents of the village. At this time, I heard one of the burly men say: There was a sacrifice that wanted to escape last night.

I beat him to death in a moment of panic. Now one of the seven sacrifices is missing. What should I do if the village chief finds out? I will definitely get scolded.

Another tall and thin man said: "It doesn't matter. Yesterday, a homeless man stayed at my house for the night. I already knocked him out and tied him up, just to prevent any sacrifices from escaping. Let's go to my house quickly and clean up the kid."

, and then send it to the altar.

Is this appropriate? The other two villagers said hesitantly: That would cost another life.

Don't hesitate any more. The tall and thin man roared: This has been the custom of our village since ancient times. If you don't offer these seven sacrifices, the people in the village will be unlucky. Come with me quickly.

The other three villagers trembled in fright when they heard this. They seemed to have remembered something extremely terrifying. They immediately shut their mouths and followed the tall and thin man home obediently.

Guan Heng, who was hiding in the corner, was puzzled by what he heard. He thought to himself: These villagers seemed to be talking about the corpse-carrying ceremony, but why did they mention what sacrifices they were going to tie up?

Tramp goes to the altar, what's going on

Dong Dong Dong Gu Long Dong Dong Dong At this moment, deafening drums sounded on the streets of the village. Guan Heng watched a group of villagers wearing black linen clothes striding from a distance. There were fourteen of them.

Teams of two carried the dark metal coffin and marched straight out of the village.
Chapter completed!