Chapter 270 Three Bowls of Blood
Song Yan turned her head and looked at Fu Yushen's timid appearance. She knew that this guy was a little timid, but she didn't expect that one day he would willingly say "I'll be your dog". She rolled over. Her eyes lit up, and she picked up the backpack from the back seat of the cab and threw it to Fu Yushen. Fu Yushen caught it with a look of astonishment. "I don't need such a timid dog. It doesn't even know how to stand up straight and tremble because of pure fear."
The driver and Fu Yushen both looked down at his shaking legs, then looked at each other. Fu Yushen smiled and followed Song Yan, who was already heading for Qili Village. He knew there was something strange here without even getting close to the village. With every step he took, he could feel the temperature drop, which was subtle but gave him a chill. He hugged his backpack tightly and looked around.
He had been hoping for some kind of sign that this abandoned place had been occupied by humans, but there was nothing, not even a small convenience store. He looked at Song Yan who was walking in front of him, and rushed to her side, and asked with concern: "Second sister-in-law, look at this whole place, why did we come to such a desolate place? It's so remote, and there are no living creatures within two miles. I think no one should live here. Why don't you go back and think about it?"
"What does it matter if this area is desolate and abandoned by humans?" Song Yan turned his head and looked at Fu Yushen, smiling. "It won't bother me, will it? I don't need to find a living person to find what I'm looking for, you know that, don't you?"
Then, ignoring the stunned expression on the face of her third brother-in-law, she turned around and walked towards the entrance of Qili Village. Fu Yushen watched her go and stamped his feet in frustration, "It seems that I am going to become a tomb robber tonight!"
"You're done with your temper. Keep going. If you're held back by something, I won't save you." Song Yan shouted in front, frightening Fu Yushen so much that he jumped into the air and looked behind him. "Who...what's there?"
There was no answer, but a low bird call came from the silent environment. Fu Yushen looked up at the tree where the sound came from in astonishment, and almost stumbled back to the ground. Because there was a vulture sitting on the top of the tree, staring at him, as if he was going to have dinner tonight. Holding his backpack, Fu Yushen stepped back and shouted, "What are you looking at? I'm still alive! I'm not... I will never be. "Your meal..." As he was talking, the vultures cried out. Unexpectedly, a group of vultures flew over and sat next to the first vulture, making Fu Yushen sob and catch up with Song Yan. "Sister-in-law, wait for me... I don't want to be a delicious meal for the vultures!"
The two finally arrived at Qili Village and found that what the driver said was true. The whole village was sparsely populated and many houses were abandoned. Those who could not leave the village due to lack of money stayed where they were. But at the same time, there were strange portraits hanging in front of the houses where the villagers lived.
Song Yan put one hand in the pocket of her long coat and walked to one of the houses. She looked at the portrait carefully. It looked very old, but she could still see that it showed a group of humans bowing. At the feet of this creature, there was a woman with strange reptilian eyes, her head resting on the armrest of the throne, as if she was the most trusted assistant of the creature sitting on the throne.
She squinted her eyes and looked at the woman carefully, then looked at the emperor as if he were a man on a throne, her eyes swept to the bottom of the portrait and then fell to the ground. In front of the portrait were two bowls, which seemed to be filled with -
"Is that blood?" Fu Yushen asked with some disgust, but he didn't need to ask such a question. There were a pile of chicken bones and pork bones next to the bowl, and it was obvious that the bowl was probably stained with human blood. Chicken and pork, and a small bowl that was cut off. Song Yan squatted down to pick it up and smelled it. The fishy smell penetrated her nostrils - as if she thought there was human blood in the small bowl.
"Three bowls?" Song Yan put the bowl back on the ground and sighed. "Three" is the luckiest number for humans. People often say that a group of people should go in three directions. Although this is lucky for humans, it is equally unfortunate for the demons, because the number "three" means - God, angle and immortality. Keeping three bowls of blood is a very insulting thing, which means bleeding the three pillars of heaven.
To do so would mean upsetting the gods and the other three pillars, but it would also mean that the villagers—she raised her eyes and gazed at the man in the skin of the emperor—pleased the devil.
"I feel a heavy negative energy coming from this village." Fang Yanli looked around the village and said, "Many people must have died here. There are many grudges here. I believe that the souls of those who died cannot rest in peace after death, but the strange thing is-"
"There are no ghosts here." Song Yan walked down the stairs of the house and looked around the entire village. Although she could feel a very strong resentment around the entire village, the strange thing was that there were no ghosts that were not evil and wandering around in the entire village. , She couldn't feel any of them.
Fu Yushen knew that she was talking to the ghost that had been following her, so he did not disturb her, but began to look around the village. Except for those strange portraits outside the houses, everything was fine. Although it was sparsely populated, it looked normal. As long as there was no bowl full of blood in front of the house, there would be no problem at all -
The two were looking around the village when they heard the sound of a car approaching from behind. Song Yan turned his head in surprise to see who was driving to this remote village.
Two elegant black cars screaming "I'm rich!" stopped behind them, and Fang Yanli rolled her eyes. "I have to say, I know only idiots would come to a place like this, even though they know what dangers they are facing."
Song Yan glanced at the two cars and saw four well-dressed men walk out of the car parked behind, followed by four women. From the way they were carrying heavy backpacks, ropes, and some digging tools, she immediately understood why these rich people were here. But what was even more special was the corpse-black mist behind them, as if they were staring at death itself.
Scanning the crowd, she saw the beautiful face that always sat behind the desk with eight scrolls in her hands.
Fu Yushen also noticed the man standing behind the crowd. He felt as if he had seen him somewhere before. He turned his head and looked at Song Yan, saying, "I have seen this man somewhere before, but I can't remember where... I seem to have just met him." This man has been here recently... but why don't I remember him? He looks so handsome. "
Song Yan glanced at him, turned away from the crowd, and said, "Death is always beautiful."
"What? ...Death?" Fu Yushen immediately turned his gaze away from the man in the dark suit and chased after Song Yan, saying, "That's...that's the god of death, which means..."