After a few moments, calm returned to the alley. zhuaji I asked Grandma Linzi what the people outside were doing, and she said that the afternoon ritual was about to begin, and they were busy getting ready.
"Then why are they going with pots and pans," Yaqing asked curiously.
Grandma Linzi's face was very ugly, her originally sallow face was even more yellow, and her throat moved, as if she was pressing not to spit it out.
Linzi said that his grandmother had an old problem, that is, regurgitating from time to time for no reason.
"Receive the offerings."
She tugged at the soles of her shoes as she coldly squeezed these three words out of her lips.
Aren't the offerings the ones who were killed?
Only then did we all react, Grandma Linzi told us before that this village is cannibalistic.
The large iron pot on the altar suddenly appeared in front of him, the internal organs and human heads in the pot, the grills, and all the cooking utensils I take a few quick breaths and try not to think about it.
"Every fifteenth month, the villagers will sacrifice like this, and then eat people" Yaqing asked tremblingly, his face as white as paper.
Grandma Linzi nodded, "Offerings that have been eaten by the gods have been tainted with blessings, so after the animals are cooked, they will be distributed to people to eat." ” Grandma Linzi also said that under the altar is a human and animal processing factory, which is a production line, and those human animals whose bodies are preserved will be carried back to the ground to be dismembered, and then sorted and disposed of.
Human bones can be polished into a variety of utensils, and even a skull can be used as a bowl.
"Don't the villagers feel disgusting, aren't they afraid" Wang Ying was very shocked and found it difficult to accept this form.
Grandma Linzi shook her head and said indifferently, "Because it is something that has been eaten by the gods, of course they will not feel disgusted and afraid. ” "Grandma, have you eaten it too?"
asked Linzi cautiously.
Grandma Linzi nodded and retched twice.
After coming over for a while, she said slowly, "I've eaten."
That's why I left this root of the disease. ” We didn't know what to say, and I felt like we were going to pour out all the stuff we ate at noon.
"I ate my own sister, your aunt."
Grandma Linzi kept wiping her tears, "I will never forget that moment." ” Linzi gasped, "Grandma, didn't you come to the village alone, and then you got lost, and then you were saved by your grandfather?"
"I strayed into the cornfield to find my sister, but when I found her, it was too late to go back, and we were arrested.
Your grandfather saved me, but he couldn't save my sister, and the people in the village said that since I was a person blessed by the gods like them, I should share the people who had been eaten by the gods according to the village tradition. ” She choked up and paused, "That is, I want to eat my own sister" Grandma Linzi finally couldn't say it anymore, trembling all over, and tears kept flowing down.
"Okay, grandma, it's all over," Rinko comforted her.
"Listen to grandma, take your friends with you, leave and never come back."
Linzi didn't say anything, and grandma repeated it.
After that, Grandma Linzi kept watching the time, and as soon as it was time for the sacrifice, she began to urge us to leave.
But we were all indifferent, and Linzi finally confessed our plan to her grandmother.
After listening to this, Grandma was silent for a moment and asked Linzi: "Even if your friend is in danger if you stay, do you insist?"
Linzi nodded.
"Okay, but I must warn you, it's useless, you can't change the customs of this village, and you can't stop them from killing like crazy."
After she finished speaking, she went to the backyard to get busy.
It didn't take long for the screams of the Shen people to faintly be heard, and another group of people had been brutally killed.
It was overcast, and the dark clouds were pressing overhead, leaving me breathless.
The wind was mixed with the disgusting smell of burnt flesh and the faint smell of blood, and I stood in the middle of the courtyard, as if centuries had been separated from the horrible old village outside.
Standing between these high walls, I was so small, and I felt helpless in the face of this wild, bloodthirsty village.
At this time, Wang Ying and Linzi walked out of the house.
"Linzi, can you take me to see it," I asked.
Linzi was stunned for a moment, shook his head and rejected me, "No, it's too dangerous." ” "They're all busy with the sacrifice right now, no one will find us, just come back before the sacrifice is over."
"Do you want to see Xiaoxue?"
"There are reasons for this, but it's not just that, I just want to see it" Actually, I can't say why.
"I've never seen this ritual before, or wait until it gets dark, they'll go on until midnight anyway."
Linzi said with a solemn expression: "This kind of sacrificial ritual is very complicated, it needs to sacrifice heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, ancestors, etc., but I don't know how many people will die today."
At this time, Yaqing also walked out, listening to those miserable cries and the sound of muttering incantations, he was already pale with fright.
"Brother Qiangzi, Brother Linzi, if you say that we call the police, tell the police our address, can you stop these" Yaqing asked simply.
"It's useless, the police won't come.
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Even if you come, you won't be able to cross those cornfields, otherwise why do you think this village has been able to survive safely until now," Linzi said in frustration.
We are all now coming to realize a fact.
We can't change this village, we can only take care of ourselves, take Xiaoxue and Xiaofei away, if we can find those special police, and rescue them together, it is the limit of what we can do.
Yaqing sat on the threshold of the door with her shoulders crossed, her thin body trembling constantly.
Finally staying up in the evening, Grandma Linzi made dinner, which was very light, but we didn't eat much, because neither of us had an appetite.
Linzi took me out quietly, Yaqing was too young to see those bloody scenes, and Wang Ying didn't want to see it, so the two of them stayed at home.
We turned around and came to the altar, and we stood in the distance, just watching.
I saw everyone kneeling on the periphery of the altar, kowtowing and praying.
On the altar stood five or six men dressed in divine robes, similar to those of shamanism, but the color of the clothes was scarlet, and they looked like they were splattered with blood.
The men tied to the wooden shelves were dead, their entrails hollowed out, and the charcoal fire under the large iron pot was still burning.
"Which of your parents are you," I asked Linzi in a low voice.
He looked at it carefully for a long time, frowned, and said, "They didn't come, but they shouldn't, because even if my mother doesn't participate in this kind of ceremony, my father must come." ” A fine bead of sweat appeared on Linzi's forehead, and he said that it was the first time he had witnessed such a ritual.
"Linzi, I don't know why, I always feel that something is wrong, or let's go back."
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