Ergou walked out of the courtyard and went straight to the village chief's house.
Once the door was closed, no one knew what they were discussing.
The villagers went back to their homes, and the village quickly returned to calm.
There was nothing left in the originally noisy three-family house except the cries of a few children.
"The crocodile moth has sealed the mountain.
I'm going to see how to seal the mountain."
I glanced at the village chief's house with the door closed, and asked Dachun and Sister Shiliu to pay attention to what was going on in the village, and then go for a walk in the mountains.
The mountains were very peaceful, with insects and beasts roaring and birds chirping, all the sounds disappeared, like a dead land.
On the big stone used to perform so-called sky burials.
Some of the translucent crocodile moth eggs have cracked, and larvae the size of rice grains have begun to devour unhatched larvae.
I walked over and picked up a larvae.
The larvae would be one centimeter long and translucent.
The triangular mouthparts are still very soft, but the soft fangs inside have begun to take shape.
I made a rough estimate and found that there must be at least thousands of insect eggs on this stone.
According to the current hatching speed.
It is still very early to take shape.
One thing I am sure of is that even if they can be hatched, they will not be able to catch up with the ancestor worship.
The front mountain and the back mountain each circled around.
I also checked all the suspicious places, but apart from the insect eggs, I didn't find a single hair.
Since we want to worship our ancestors, it must not be an ordinary place.
But the mountain is so big and there is no special place.
However, I have seen the so-called crocodile moth sealing the mountain.
The trees at the foot of the front and rear mountains are covered with a thick layer of crocodile moths.
Once they find someone approaching, the crocodile moths will fly up.
I tried twice and then went up the mountain again.
I really had no chance of winning against those crocodile moths, especially now that the gold had not recovered yet.
Back in the village, there was still the suffocating silence, and the doors of every house were closed.
Back in our small courtyard, Dachun was lying on the mouth of the well studying, with Sister Shiliu accompanying him.
"What are you looking at?"
I asked curiously.
"Xiao Ming, come here quickly, I found something."
Da Chun didn't even turn around.
He waved to me.
I suddenly became interested.
It’s not like we haven’t checked the well in the past few days, but we haven’t found anything, and we don’t know where the hearts that were thrown into it went.
And the little sister, if it weren't for the fact that her aura inside the talisman hadn't weakened, I would have thought something bad had happened to the little sister.
I leaned over and looked in the direction of Dachun's finger, and I also found something different.
There seemed to be something abnormal in the well.
The first few days.
Looking down from above, there is a deep depth, and nothing else can be seen, but now, something similar to a small tomb appears inside.
The thing was floating in the well water.
Dachun hung an oil lamp down and finally saw it clearly.
The thing was layered on top of each other. triangle.
Unfortunately, it was too far away to see clearly what it was, and the black cat that appeared on the first day was also missing.
"Water grave" I said with some uncertainty.
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Sister Pomegranate shook her head and pulled the rope to make the lamp fall again.
Try to make the light shine as deep as possible, then point down and say: "Xiao Ming, why do I feel like that thing is made of stacked hearts?"
"Sister said that, and it looks similar to me," Dachun echoed from the side.
I looked carefully.
Half of the oil lamp fell into the well water, and the light became clearer, making the small water grave inside more obvious.
The top tip was dark black and very shriveled, even in the water.
And judging from the stacking situation and the gaps above, it happens to be formed by three identical things compressed together.
That's three hearts.
This is just a sharp corner exposed, and the underwater part is at least about 30 centimeters.
If it is really a heart, how many hearts are needed to form such a small triangular tomb.
"Is a hundred hearts enough?"
Dachun asked blankly as he looked at the things under the well.
I shook my head, but the top tip was three hearts stacked on top of each other.
The further down, the more hearts were needed, which doubled.
One hundred hearts are definitely not enough.
The number of hearts means how many people died at the hands of Ergou.
He lied to us.
Last time he said dozens of people.
"wrong" I shook my head again.
The female ghost who climbed out of the well last night didn't have that much resentment in her body.
Especially the revenge shouted by the female ghost last night was only a remix of twenty or thirty people, not hundreds of people at all.
"Chun'er, sister, do you think their so-called ancestor worship meeting is held here?"
An idea suddenly popped up in my mind.
After saying that, I felt it was very possible that there was no place to worship ancestors in the mountains.
I haven't found a suitable place in the village.
The only suitable place seems to be the house where we live.
If this is the case, then everything will be explained.
The so-called ancestor worship is also called blood sacrifice.
It's nothing more than murder, and more likely, it's murder and heartbreaking.
Thinking of the villagers' fear of blood sacrifice, I think it is very possible.
Dachun and Sister Shiliu also think so.
In this case, another question can be explained, which is why the villagers did not enter the yard.
Not just because of what's under the well, but also because of the blood sacrifice.
And I'm afraid this is not the first time Ergou has done something like this.
This explains the villagers' disgust and rejection of him.
The reason why they insulted Ergou was not only that he was an executioner who tore out their former wives one by one, but more importantly, he was also the organizer of blood sacrifices.
The more you fear a person, the more you hate him.
That's why they have such a bad attitude towards Ergou.
And Baibai Pangpang, who has only two dogs in the whole village, also found the reason, which was also one of the reasons why he was jealous.
"Xiao Ming, what should we do next?"
Dachun asked, scratching his head.
I was stunned for a moment, so what if I knew this?
After all, we are trapped here now.
Even if we know this, there is nothing we can do for the time being.
If you want to go down the mountain, Crocodile Moth has blocked the mountain and you can't get out at all.
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As for resistance, I'm afraid they can't do it.
Although the villagers don't want to perform blood sacrifices, they even hate it.
But don’t even think about inciting them, maybe we are the ones doing the instigation.
As soon as the village chief over there speaks, they can tie up the three of us.
After all, he has been the village chief for decades and has accumulated power.
The most important thing is the Crocodile Moth.
With those Crocodile Moths around, we are like having a steel knife held to our necks, with no way to resist.
After discussing it for a long time, the final result was still to wait and see.
There was still that deathly silence in the village.
None of the villagers went out, and the door of the village chief's house was closed.
Ergou never came out since he was beaten in.
It was getting darker and darker, and soon it was eight o'clock.
What's a little strange is that there is no sound of water splashing in the well.
Dachun and I even deliberately hung an oil lamp down.
The small water grave was still floating in the water, and the female ghost that had been appearing in the past few days was nowhere to be seen.
"Wait a little longer," Dachun said.
"Yeah" I nodded.
"Meow" As soon as he nodded, a shrill meow came from the yard next to him.
I stood up suddenly.
It had been four days since I came to the village.
I knew very well that no one in the village kept cats or dogs.
Where did the cats meow come from?
There is only one possibility, and that is the black cat that only appears once and then disappears.
"Meow" The shrill meowing of the cat was still ringing, and this time we were more certain about the direction, which was the courtyard of the village chief's house.
The three of us looked at each other and rushed out.
The village chief's house is at the end of the village, just one house away from the courtyard where we live.
It didn't take us a minute to reach the village chief's house.
The cat's meowing came from the village chief's house, and it became more and more shrill, and there was also a faint cry for help.
Dachun and I rushed up and kicked open the door, and the situation inside was revealed before our eyes.
The village chief threw himself in the middle of the yard, and a black cat stood in front of him, with a bloody eyeball in its claws.
The village chief's sons were languid on the sidelines, not even daring to say anything.
The village chief remained motionless, blood gurgling from his eye sockets, and a fishy smell emanated, spreading throughout the house.
There are questions on my forehead right now, why did the village chief die at this time: