Start: Summon a Daji

Qin Feng became even more curious, what could be more precious than returning to life, only to hear Bei Mingsu spit out two words slowly: "Yehuo!"

"Karmic fire..."

Qin Feng murmured to himself, the so-called karmic fire, in the Buddhist scriptures, is the fire that burns sinners in hell, the more evil people do, the more karmic fire will be after they go to hell.

In short, the evil deeds that people do are called karma, and the fire of karma is born with the karma.

The two chatted happily, and another half an hour passed without knowing it.

Qin Feng's legs were a little numb from sitting, he got up and came to the window, and found that the night sky was not as dark as usual, accompanied by the howling cold wind like ghosts.

"It looks like it's going to rain."

As soon as Qin Feng's words fell, there were bursts of thunder in the sky, and it rained cats and dogs not long after.

On a stormy night, if you lie down and sleep under the quilt at home, the mood of total silence may be a kind of enjoyment.

However, it happened in a village in this strange place.

Qin Feng sat back on the chair again, and this time it was Bei Mingsu's turn to ask: "Is the girl you are looking for your wife?"

"You can recognize this, is she a woman?"

Qin Feng was a little surprised. In the portrait he drew, Ji Ning was wearing a mask.

Bei Mingsu smiled lightly: "If the artist is not skilled, I will definitely not be able to recognize it, but the artist's paintings are so lifelike, as a woman, I can naturally recognize a woman in the painting.

I just don't know, who is this artist? "

Qin Feng smiled slightly and said: "No talent, it's my subordinate! The woman in the painting is my colleague, and I have a kindness."

"How much kindness is it that you can enter the mysterious place and take risks for her?" Bei Mingsu looked at Qin Feng meaningfully, and under her gaze, Qin Feng couldn't help but reflect on himself.

Speaking of kindness, according to what Bei Mingsu said, it is indeed not to the point where it is worth Qin Feng's risk.

After thinking about it carefully, Qin Feng may still have a little bit of sympathy. Both of Ji Ning's parents died, and she searched hard for the truth, so he must help her no matter what.

As for the relationship between men and women... Well, it still hasn't reached that point.

Perhaps because Qin Yue'er already exists, Qin Feng's feelings for Ji Ning are no longer as private as before.

"There is not a trace, is it because of the love between children?" Bei Mingsu blinked slyly, Qin Feng shook his head and said: "Probably, it should, maybe, maybe not."

"If you hesitate, then there is."

Bei Mingsu's words hit the nail on the head, Qin Feng admitted helplessly: "Okay, I admit that I'm greedy for her body..."

puff!

Bei Mingsu smiled sweetly, covered his mouth and said, "People as honest as you are rare."

"That's right! The so-called love at first sight in the world is just love at first sight, falling in love over time is just weighing the pros and cons, and even growing old together is just a matter of habit."

Qin Feng talked eloquently, maybe Bei Mingsu talked about his field of expertise, so he said it with extra enthusiasm.

At this time, the elegant suona sound came from the depths of the village.

Accompanied by the suona, there are also gongs, and the beating of gongs and drums is very lively.

Qin Feng and Bei Mingsu restrained their smiles at the same time, looked out the window cautiously, and saw an extremely strange scene indeed.

In the heavy rain, a funeral procession marched forward slowly. Without exception, this group of people were all dressed in black. Whether they were playing the suona or the gong, they all lowered their heads and couldn't see their faces clearly.

It didn't take long for the clothes on them to melt. They were not clothes made of cloth, but paper clothes.

Once the clothes are melted, what is exposed is the mutilated body. Every "person" is missing arms and legs, or is haggard, and what's more, he doesn't even know where his head is.

The four "people" in the middle of the team carried a coffin that was more than ten feet long and several feet high. The coffin swayed with their steps, as if it would fall down at any time.

Qin Feng felt a chill down his back, and suddenly his mouth also felt cold, and he was gagged and forced to press down on his body.

He turned his head and saw that the person covering his mouth was Bei Mingsu, and Bei Mingsu made a booing gesture in a low voice.

Almost at the same time, the funeral procession on the road all turned their eyes to the window where Qin Feng was just now.

The first thousand 340 chapter six offerings (second more)

Qin Feng picked up the scissors, cut off a few small fish from the curtain, and threw them out through the crack of the door.

The small fish made of cloth, when they come into the water, they wag their tails and swim, as if they are alive.

This kind of spell can only be regarded as a trivial skill, but what Qin Feng cast is an enhanced version, which can use these few small fish as eyes to observe the surrounding situation.

After seeing the scene outside, Qin Feng was even more startled. The funeral procession stared straight at the room he was in.

After a while, they finally looked away and turned to another room.

There lived a few horse thieves, one of them was sleeping heartlessly, and when he heard the sound of gongs and drums outside, he poked his head out and looked outside.

One glance, just one glance, taught him to never forget it!

Numerous pairs of eyes stared at him dully. The horse thief wanted to look away, but found that his body seemed to be disobedient, and he couldn't even move a little finger.

A ghost in the funeral procession said with a sinister smile, "I found you!"

The next moment, the horse thief felt himself fly out of the window.

wrong!

The horse thief looked back, he was clearly still standing by the window, even his expression was still stiff, it was his soul that was flying.

Through Xiao Yu'er, Qin Feng saw this scene clearly.

Qin Feng guessed that if he took action, he should be able to save the horse thief, but considering that he still knows too little about the village, it is not good to take action too early.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng stopped taking action, and watched the horse thief's soul being taken away with sympathy.

As the funeral procession went farther and farther, the little fish made of cloth followed them all the way to the small woods, where they seemed to be cut off by a force and could no longer follow.

"Thank you!"

Qin Feng thanked Bei Mingsu, if it wasn't for her, he would have collided with these ghosts just now.

"Be more careful next time, lest you die in a daze."

Bei Mingsu didn't appreciate it, but just said that lightly.

Silent all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Qin Feng met Sharon and the others early.

In the house of the horse thief who was seduced last night, the expression of the horse thief was still shocked and shocked.

"This damn village killed two of my brothers!"

Sharon gritted his teeth and clenched his right hand into a fist. He brought out all the good players this time, and they were all brothers who had followed him for many years and had a lifelong friendship.

Qin Feng felt the horse thief's pulse, sensed his heartbeat, and said hesitantly, "Maybe, he's not dead yet."

"I don't even have a pulse, so I'm not dead yet?"

Sharon asked angrily, but Qin Feng didn't argue with him. With a person who doesn't understand anything, it's useless to talk more.

The current situation of the horse thief is like a vegetable, no, or worse than a vegetable, his heartbeat and pulse have stopped.

But his brain still maintains a certain degree of activity. If Sharon lived in modern times, he would know a familiar common sense: brain death is the real death!

At this time, the village head came with a cane, surrounded by a group of villagers.

Everyone immediately shut up and stopped discussing in tacit understanding. The village head said with a smile: "Guests, did you sleep well last night?"

"The residence where the village head entertained us has complete bedding, so how could we not sleep well?"

Qin Feng smiled and held the village head's hand, with an expression of enthusiasm and gratitude. It was obvious that Bei Mingsu and the others called them experts, obviously they hadn't slept all night, but there was no flaw in their expressions.

The village head nodded and said: "It's good to sleep well, just right, it's time for our village to draw lots to choose the sacrificer."

"Sacrifice?"

Qin Feng was taken aback, and the village chief slowly talked about the sacrifice.

It turned out that people in the village believed in a "Ju" as a god. Before the appearance of "Ju", there were a large number of dead people in the village. Since they believed in "Ju" as a god, the large-scale bizarre deaths began to decrease.

But correspondingly, God J requires the villagers to sacrifice one person every once in a while as a sacrifice. For the sake of fairness, this kind of lottery ceremony was started in the village.

Those who win the lottery, regardless of men, women, old or young, old or weak, women or children, must be sacrificed as sacrifices to the God of God.

"Where is God?"

Qin Feng asked a key question, and the villagers looked at Qin Feng like a fool and said: "Since it is a god, how can there be an entity? We specially built a temple to worship it."

"Village Chief, who first proposed to defeat the God of God?"

Bei Mingsu took advantage of the situation and asked another key question. The village chief smiled and said, "I am not talented. It is the old man who proposed it. The old man also read it from an ancient book."

"Where's the book?"

Qin Feng was very doubtful, Ji is a kind of fierce beast, how could there be a book for people to worship the fierce beast.

However, it is also possible to think about it from another angle. Perhaps the villagers worshiped all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, but they still did not get shelter, so they simply defeated the evil god.

"Since it is an ancient book, it must have rotted long ago."

The village chief shook his head, and his answer was reasonable.

Next, Qin Feng asked a few more questions, asking a few questions that he hadn't had time to ask yesterday.

The result is that the curse in the village started more than ten years ago, which means that it corresponds to the disappearance of Ji Ning's father.

Could it be that Ji Ning's father died in a sacrifice?

Qin Feng took the opportunity to quietly take the little girl named Tongtong aside, handed her a piece of candy and asked, "Tongtong, are you sure you haven't seen such a person in recent days?"

Qin Feng took out the portrait of Ji Ning again, Tongtong looked at it carefully for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Uncle, there really isn't one."

"Ok."

Qin Feng was clueless, and he could see from the innocent eyes of the little girl that the other party was not lying.

Tongtong ate maltose and said with a smile: "Uncle, candy is so sweet!"

Qin Feng rubbed her head with a smile, Tongtong bit his lips and said: "Uncle, you must not be selected. Back then, Tongtong's father and mother were selected as sacrifices..."

"Who can say for sure."