Around the stage, there are long white flags hung, and many green lanterns are inserted. The candles inside are dancing, as if they are alive, and it gives a scary feeling no matter how you look at it.

I looked at the mountains on both sides again.

The mountains here are indeed similar to what the hotel owner said. Although they are rolling and undulating, you will never find them again if you throw yourself in. But they are generally very short. If the mountains were not full of trees, they would look like lumps of earth.

The stage is located in the hinterland of the mountains, and the river below the stage is actually a small stream.

When performing yin operas, the stage must be set up on the river to attract ghosts. I know this.

But the strange thing is that the color of this creek is very strange!

Generally speaking, the streams in the mountains are not polluted, are clear, transparent, and extremely sweet, but the streams here are pitch black and have a slight fishy smell.

Moreover, this stream has nine twists and turns, twists and turns in the mountain, and the source cannot be found at all. It is obvious that someone deliberately led it here.

I searched hard around the stage, but never found the Kitchen God Temple that the villagers talked about. I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Damn it, people are here, where is the temple?

But before I could finish thinking about it, the old village chief sang folk songs, led twelve strong men to lift the coffin, and walked towards the stage.

I was alone now, and it was impossible to defeat these hundreds of villagers, so I had no choice but to let them control me. I looked at the coffins containing Wang Yuanchao and Fatty again, and there was no movement at all. Obviously, the two of them were still awake.

I don’t know what kind of sweat medicine these villagers were given, but it was so powerful! I was a little anxious, but my legs and feet were tied up with hemp ropes, so I had no choice but to try my best to lift the coffin, hoping to wake up Wang Yuanchao.

With the fat man.

Unexpectedly, the banging sound coming from the coffin attracted the attention of the lazy man. When the lazy man realized that I had woken up, he quickly walked up to me, slapped me hard, and then shouted to the village chief.

: "Village Chief, this thief is pretending to be faint!"

I was beaten so hard by this lazy guy that my eyes were filled with stars, my cheeks were burning with pain, and I wished I could kill this bastard right away.

However, the old village chief ignored us and carefully ordered other villagers to set up the offering table, and then asked the villagers with makeup to perform on stage.

Seeing that everything was ready and the sacrifice was about to begin, the lazy man didn't care about me anymore, but his eyes showed the fervor of a beast, and he said to himself: "I can have a big meal again, eat, eat, eat..."

The lazy man was standing next to me, and all the drool he drooled fell on his head. It was sticky, and it looked like he hadn't brushed his teeth for a week.

I was so disgusted that I couldn't bear it. I used all my strength to stand up suddenly, and then bumped into the lazy man in front of me. The lazy man was looking at the stage in a trance at the moment. Who would have thought that I still had the strength to fight back? He was immediately hit by me.

A dog eats shit.

The other villagers on the side all gathered around me alertly, and then held me down with all their hands.

The lazy man got angry and got up and gave me a few big slaps. My ears were buzzing from the slaps and I couldn't hear what the villagers were saying. However, I didn't give in and thought, I might as well give it a damn fight!

He opened his mouth and bit the lazy man's ear.

Although the lazy man's ears had been cut long ago, I still opened the wound by my bite, and blood immediately flowed all over his face. It hurt so much that he took out the butcher's knife from his waist and tried to cut off my ears.

At this moment, the old village chief, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke: "Lazy man, stop it!"

The knife in the lazy man's hand had already fallen, and I even felt a cold feeling in my ears. However, the village chief's words were like an edict, making the lazy man put away the knife forcefully.

"Do you understand the rules? Don't you know that the Kitchen God likes fresh ears? Don't bring the whole village to bury you with you." The old village chief taught him a lesson.

Although Lai Han was a little aggrieved, he did not dare to contradict the village chief, so he could only spit at me: "You thief boy, wait, wait for me, the Stove Lord will come later, I will Be the first to cut off your ear."

While they were talking, the villagers had already played their erhus and began to sing sad and melodious dramas.

I'm not in any mood to enjoy this ghost-crying show. I just hope that the opera singer can sing slower and let me think about it, how can I escape from here?

It's impossible to count on Wang Yuanchao and Fatty, and don't expect these villagers to become conscience-stricken. It seems that the only way to escape from here is to solve the mystery of the Stove Lord.

Although I thought so, I didn't see the so-called Kitchen God Temple for a long time, let alone any delicious meal.

While these villagers were busy preparing for sacrifices, I caught a glimpse of Uncle Zhang who had taken us in, and asked him quietly: "Uncle, didn't you say we were going to the Zao Lord Temple? Why are you just singing here? Zao What on earth is the prince?"

Before Uncle Zhang could answer, the lazy man who had been watching over me snorted disdainfully: "Tch! The Stove Lord is the god of this area. You can see him whenever you want."

Uncle Zhang also nervously covered my mouth and signaled me to stop talking nonsense: "Boy, shut up. You must not be disrespectful to the Stove Lord. If the Stove Lord hears it later and annoys him, let alone a feast. If it doesn’t happen, our whole village won’t survive.”

"I just want to ask what the Stove Lord is like. He must die to understand!" Seeing that neither Lazy Man nor Uncle Zhang said anything, I just stared at the old village chief.

The old village chief is obviously different from other rustic villagers. He has some awareness of civil rights and seems to have been an intellectual before joining the village.

In order for me to stop making a fuss, he explained: "Young man, what the lazy man said is right. Ordinary people like us, how can we see the Stove God? Not to mention meeting him, even in the Stove God's temple, we can't It’s not something you can enter casually.”

Seeing that the village chief had spoken, Uncle Zhang became brave and pointed at the stream under the stage and said: "The Temple of the Stove King is at the source of the stream, and the Stove Lord usually lives in the temple."

"Then how did you change the meal?" I asked.

Uncle Zhang shivered and patted the coffin containing us: "Grandpa Stove King, he usually puts a big meal in the coffin and gives it to us."

I laughed and said sarcastically: "Do you think I'm a fool? Since I'm cutting off my ears in exchange for a feast, how can the Stove Lord take the ears if he doesn't show up?"

"My child, since the Kitchen God is a god, he must have supernatural powers." The old village chief said, "The creek under our feet is different from ordinary creeks. It is a creek with nine twists and turns. .As long as we put the sacrifices into the coffin and throw it into the stream, the coffin will go upstream and reach the hands of the Kitchen God."

I just discovered that this creek is a bit weird. It doesn't look like it is naturally formed. I didn't expect that this creek actually breaks the common sense of physics. The creek water left from a high place can actually carry things back to the high place.

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But if this is the case, where does the power of the water flow come from? Could it be related to the color of the stream?

Just when I was thinking wildly, a harsh sound of wind chimes suddenly broke the tranquility.
Chapter completed!