Immortal Voices

Rong Xian looked at this barren grave for a long time, and the stars in the sky were brilliant. For the first time, she found that looking at the stars at such a distance from a mortal posture had a sense of humility.

"How about you?" Rong Xian couldn't hear the mood, "What about your body?"

Rong Huan's hair shed, his flesh falling down piece by piece, and soon turned into a **** bone, and then the bone became powder from inch to inch.

There was a breeze of wind, and only the skull's Rong Huai whimpered and said, "Their village is going to sacrifice for the gods, so I dug my heart, cut off my flesh, and crushed my bones with wine. Drink it. I hurt so much, sister, I hurt ... "

Rong Xian walked gently to Rong Hong. She raised her arm to hug Rong Hong, but her hand passed through the air.

Rong Xian lowered her eyes, hiding the emotions at the bottom of her eyes.

She softly said in a soft tone: "Rest assured, they will hurt more than you."

In the yard of the village chief, the village chief and several people were surrounded by the old locust tree, each of them looked dignified, and the atmosphere was a little strange.

The village chief is sixty years old this year, and looks very old, but his eyes are very godly, and there is no muddyness that the old man should have.

Beside him, Li Yang, Wang Daniu and Zhang Laizi, as well as Zhao Tufu and Duan Li in the village.

The three Li Yang were looking for the village head to talk about what happened today. Zhao Tufu was a good helper for the village head. Many things involved him. Duan Li was the only talented father in the village. It is higher than the village chief.

The village chief shook the dry smoke, and said with some majesty, "Li Yang has already said things. What do you two think?"

Zhao Tufu said with a sullen expression: "If all this is just a coincidence, if that person intentionally came to the village to look for anything, he would blame my butcher knife."

Duan Li didn't hesitate: "Rather kill mistakes and let go, who knows what that person has in mind. If this thing stains my child's body, then the old man will be blamed."

The village chief trembled in his heart, and his mouth responded, "This is what Master Duan said."

After telling the matter, Duan Li stood up and said, "My child will be admitted next year. There are still many things to do in the old man's house, so I won't chat."

A few people from the village head got up to see each other. When Duan Li went away, the village head said to Li Yang: "It's up to you and Lao Zhao. Don't make a mistake."

Li Yang hesitated and asked, "Is it the same as the one a year ago?"

The village chief nodded and said, "Just follow what we did a year ago."

With the constitution, Li Yang also had a spectrum in his heart.

At the mass grave post, at this time Rong Xian did not know that the people in the village were ready to shoot her.

She looked at the miserable soul in front of her, and sighed, "Let's go, I'll move the grave for the elder brother."

A cloud of bright light flickered in front of her, and Rong Ye found out that her sister had taken a white lantern from somewhere, and the lantern said a big 'moon'.

She walked slowly in the night with the lantern to commemorate the dead, walked out of the mountains, and headed towards the village, preparing to stay.

And the first family living at the foot of the mountain was the house of Zhao Tufu. This was the only way to the mass grave post. The people in the village were a bit taboo. Only Zhao Tufu was very bold and lived Here.

Zhao Tufu, who had just returned, was having a good time with his wife in the courtyard, and suddenly found that his wife's face had changed greatly.

"Yunni, what's wrong?" Zhao Tufu asked quickly.

Yun Niang shivered and pointed at him behind her, screaming silently: "Lantern, lantern ..."

Zhao Tufu immediately looked back, his heart trembled, his legs were a little weak.

This is, this is the lantern coming out from the direction of the mass grave post.

The couple were so scared that they couldn't say a word, and a smell of urine spread in the air. It turned out that Yun Niang had been incontinent.

As the lantern approached, they discovered that the lantern was held by someone rather than running out by themselves.

They were a little embarrassed, and Zhao Tufu was even more angry.

He was just about to yell, but he might as well bring the lantern to his eyes, and the dim light reflected her face clearly.

what--!

Yun Niang screamed and was stunned.

Zhao Tufu was so scared that his soul flew away. His brain was blank, and he watched the dead person reappear in front of him. The fear and horror almost made him crazy.

Rong Xian smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid."

This smile even made Zhao Tufu's scalp numb, his sweaty hair erect, and his throat seemed to block something, and he couldn't say a word.

He wanted to run away, but the fear from his body and soul kept him from moving, as if he knew nothing but fear.

He had peeled her skin alive, and picked her flesh, but now this man appeared in front of him intact, not a ghost or something.

Suddenly, Rong Xian turned her head slightly, as if listening to something seriously.

Then all the smiles on her face disappeared.

Rong Xian lowered the lantern again, and her face could not be seen in the mist. Her voice had a chilling chill. Her tone of speech was slow, with a strange rhythm, as long as she heard There is only one thought in the human brain-that is not the sound that humans can make.

She said, "Where is the head you took away? I have never found it."

As she asked, the atmosphere in this world suddenly became lifeless and ghostly. There seems to be a strong resentment, which stuns this world into a ghost.

Although Zhao Tufu was recognized as bold in the village, it was for people and animals. Facing the unknown 'ghosts', Zhao Tufu was directly frightened.

His pupils spread wide, his mouth widened, and he fell to the ground stunned, already scared to death.

Rong Xian :! !!

Rong Xian's expression was subtle for a moment. This is the most terrible and fierce person in Tonger's mouth?

It's too simple and simple.

The courage was timid.

Rong Xian looked down at the corpse on the ground, and smiled softly, where there was nothing stern, but a kind of gentle and gentle as the wind: "First."

She glanced casually at Yun Niang, stepped over Zhao Butcher's body, and carried the lantern forward.

Rong Hong floated beside her sister, and the man who scared her into her bones died so simply.

It's so simple, so easy, but she's better off tortured by this person.

Rong burst into tears, crying with anger and anger.

"It turned out that killing them was so easy. It was as easy as pinching an ant." Rong wailed.

But because of her fear and cowardice, these people have lived so long.

How ridiculous, so sad!

When she moved, she was gone.

Rong Xian blinked without interfering with Rong Hong's behavior.

She walked towards the other villager with a lantern. It was late, and she was more dew-ridden. She had to stay overnight.