This Damned Thirst for Survival

Wen Renlian smiled softly, but Jiang Luo's smile looked a little unkind. "You don't need to wear women's clothing. I think the girls in the village wear long robes, and there is not much difference between men's and women's clothes."

Jiang Luo categorically said: "Impossible."

Wen Renlian said pitifully, "But I'm going alone, I don't have enough staff."

Jiang Luo raised his finger to Zhuo Zhongqiu who was backing with him, "Can't Zhuo Zhongqiu?"

Zhuo Zhongqiu's expression twisted, "Jiang Luo, isn't it necessary."

Wen Renlian whispered softly: "Zhongqiu is fine, but they only choose girls to enter the ancestral hall. I'm afraid it will be dangerous for Zhongqiu to go in. Boys are safer."

Jiang Luo: "..."

Whenever you are upset, Chi You should be taken out to scold him.

Chi You of Dog Day.

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The others were driven outside.

The dead ghost stood beside Lu Yi holding a knife, staring at the room, and said with no expression of curiosity: "What are they doing?"

"They are doing a very painful thing," Lu Yi, "mainly Jiang Luo will be very painful."

The dead ghost frowned and was about to break into the house, and Lu Yi pulled him in time, "Hey, hey, what are you going to do?"

"I want to protect my friend," the dead ghost looked back at him, "Aren't you willing to leave me? It doesn't matter, you can go in with me to save people, and I will protect you."

Lu Yi: "...I really can't see that you have this kind of character."

"What kind of character? I love to chat or have a sense of loyalty?" The dead ghost wanted to laugh, but his palsy face could only twitch the corners of his lips stiffly. He frowned strangely, and forced a twisted smile, "I still I love to laugh."

Liao Si who eavesdropped on the side: "..."

This is definitely not the Tengbi he knew.

Lu Yi shivered, "Devil, I beg you to stop laughing! They are doing business, you can't go in and disturb!"

"What's the business?" the dead ghost said, "I can't just watch my friend in such pain."

Lu has a strange expression: "Do you want to bear the pain for Jiang Luo?"

It seems to be holding back a smile.

The dead ghost nodded and said of course: "We are all his friends, and if we are friends, we must share the same difficulties."

Zhuo Zhongqiu and Ge Zhu standing nearby immediately applauded: "Okay!"

They pushed the dead ghost and Lu Yi into the room, and Ge Zhu sighed and said: "You are indeed good friends, and you will leave the adventure to the ancestral hall to the four of you, and we will leave the rest to us. We are waiting outside to meet you. ."

Lu Yi had doubts about life: "No, no, I didn't say, I didn't mean that!"

They were pushed directly into the house.

Wen Ren, who was grooming Jiang Luo's face, even Wen Sheng raised his head and smiled with relief: "You are welcome to join this operation."

He shook his hands and scattered powder flying in the air. Wenren Lianjian saw that Lu Yi and the dead ghost are taller and stronger than the other, and sincerely said: "I will try my best to make you a beautiful girl."

Jiang Luo opened one eye to look at them, chuckled, and was amused, "Enough buddy."

It is really time-consuming to make up the three people to the extent that they are fake. Only Jiang Luo is fast and good, his looks are outstanding, his features are beautiful, and after covering his eyebrows and the stronger and more heroic spirit, he can achieve the goal of indistinguishable male and female.

Ge Zhu and Zhuo Zhongqiu borrowed four sets of local clothes for them. Fortunately, the clothes were neutral, as Wenrenlian said. The tops and robes were not very different between men and women.

Everything is over at five o'clock in the afternoon. When Jiang Luo and his party came out of the house, Ge Zhu had already waited for nothing.

After seeing the effect on Jiang Luo, they had a refreshing sense of surprise, "Jiang Luo, you are really amazing."

The hair of the black-haired youth was loosely braided and put it on his left shoulder. The corners of the red lips are slightly raised, and she is full of spirits and beautiful, hoping for Gu Shenghui.

It is enough to make others subconsciously ignore the gender characteristics he deliberately concealed.

The shirt fits unexpectedly, and the waist is lightly closed, there is actually a blushing heartbeat curve.

Jiang Luo bent his lips and smiled, revealing Lu Yi and the dead ghost behind him in a good mood.

Others: "...puff."

After Lu Yi put on the women's dress, he let it go, he said suspiciously: "What kind of eyes do you guys, don't we look good?"

Ge Zhuren smiled until his face cramped, "It looks good, it's very beautiful."

Lu Yi's looks tend to be handsome and tall, so he can only be said to be nondescript. But compared with the living dead next to him, he also became more eye-catching.

The facial features of the living dead are strong and ruthless. But at this time, I was dressed in women's clothing and put on a big make-up. The facial features were not soft, but it looked funny and made people laugh.

Wen Renlian said helplessly in laughter: "I tried my best."

It was almost time, they put some self-defense tools on their bodies and went out quietly.

The doors of each house were closed, and only young girls were walking in the village. Each soft and beautiful face has a shy and shy smile, and their eyes are excited, peach-faced and apricot-faced.

Jiang Luo's four people mixed in, but they didn't attract much attention. Because the girls no longer have the mind to pay attention to other people, their breathing is slightly short, tension and anticipation occupy all of their minds.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, young girls were already standing in front of the ancestral hall.

Although there are many young girls, there are only a few dozen in total. In order not to be found wrong, Jiang Luo and several people stood in a remote corner deliberately.

The village chief hurried over, standing in the front and opening the door to the ancestral hall.

He looked even more nervous than the girls, walking back and forth, sweating from his head, which was wiped off roughly by him.

Suddenly, the sky was covered with a thick cloud, densely covered with dark clouds.

The door of the ancestral hall slowly opened, and a god-gear dressed in black walked out of it. The village chief hurriedly greeted him, and invited the **** father to sit down in the front position.

The god's black hood covers his face, his voice is very low, and his voice is as dry and hoarse as it is destroyed, "Let them come over and report the birth date one by one."

The village chief nodded hurriedly and walked to the group of girls and said: "Go to the gods and report your birthday horoscopes one by one, and you will answer whatever the gods ask. This opportunity is very rare, so cherish it!"

The girls in the front row stepped forward one by one, passing in front of the gods.

The goddess kept his head down, making people wonder whether he saw the girl. After occasionally speaking, leaving a few girls standing on his left side, he didn't say anything else.

The girl in front walked quickly, Jiang Luo found that the girls left on the left side of the gods were all happy, but the girls who were not left by the exit already had tears in their eyes and were shaking.

The girls who were left behind, without exception, gave birth date characters, which are all very gloomy birth date characters.

Sure enough, there is something weird.

Jiang Luo knew everything in his heart. When he stepped forward, he lowered his head to avoid the village chief's sight, and lowered his voice to announce a very gloomy date of birth.

According to common sense, he should also be stayed. However, the gods did not play the cards according to common sense, and asked dumbly: "What is your name?"

Jiang Luo paused, choosing a name commonly seen in the village and saying: "Cuihua."

God is fair: "There was already a girl named Cuihua just now."

The village chief glanced at Jiang Luo suspiciously. The girls who promised themselves to God didn't go out much on weekdays, and didn't have much contact with other men. He really didn't remember that there were a few girls named Cuihua in the village, but the village chief did not doubt and explained to Jiang Luo: "God, you know the girls in our village, there are several girls by this name every year."

God: "Really?"

He stood up with a cane and walked slowly in front of Jiang Luo.

A pair of feet appeared in front of Jiang Luo's eyes with his head down.

Black cloth shoes, black robes, the gods are wrapped tightly all over. What is even more curious is that Jiang Luo's height is already 1.8 meters tall, but this god-gear with a cane is even half a head taller than him.

The God Lord stretched out a hand wrapped in black cloth from the black robe, raised Jiang Luo's chin, and seemed to look at it, "But why do I think this person looks a little strange?"

Jiang Luo's heart jumped, his eyes lifted, and he saw a pale jaw exposed under the black robe and cap of the god.

The chin was even more lifeless and pale against the black hat, with a neat and perfect arc.

There was a faint feeling that made Jiang Luo's eyes familiar.

The gods descended and pinched Jiang Luo's cheeks from bottom to top, his voice was unpleasant and hoarse: "Are you really from Shentu Village?"

Jiang Luo showed a harmless smile, "God, of course I am from Shentu Village."

"Then what will you do?" The **** father moved his hand to Jiang Luo's shoulder, and pressed it down hard, "will you do something to serve the gods?"

Jiang Luo's shoulder hurts, as if his bones are about to be crushed. The cold sweat from the tip of his nose came out, and he calmly said: "I will."

The village chief hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the girls in our village have all learned how to serve the gods. They all know how to serve the gods. There is no one who doesn't know how to do it, and they do better than the other."

"The village chief handles errands, I can rest assured," Shen Gong said slowly, "After all, I have never missed it in the past few years."

There was a sudden burst of violent joy on the village head’s face, as if he was newly born, the spring breeze was all over his face, "There will be no problems this year."

The **** nodded, looked at Jiang Luo again, and after thinking for a while, said: "It's him, everyone else will go back."

As soon as these words came out, the girls who had not been selected showed despair, and most of them even turned white and fell to the ground feebly.

Jiang Luo glanced back at his companion, Wenren and him silently muzzled: An Xin.

He nodded calmly, and followed the **** and village chief into the ancestral hall.

He was not so scared, mainly because of curiosity, what secrets are hidden in the ancestral hall of this village?

The ancestral hall opened a crack in the door, and the inside of the door was dark. After Jiang Luo and the three walked in one by one, there was a heavy sound of closing the door, and the last ray of light was blocked outside the door.

The gods walked at the forefront and led the way, Jiang fell in the middle, and the village chief followed. After stepping into the darkness, Jiang Luo's eyes adjusted for a while, and he was able to see the appearance of this ancestral hall clearly in the darkness.

The ancestral hall is divided into two parts, inside and outside. The outside is empty, and there is nothing but an offering platform. The strange thing is that there are only incense burners and incense candles on the altar, and there is no statue sculpture or statue paper.

They walked from the outside to the inside, with a few dim candles inside. The **** father picked up a candlestick, pulled up a secret door on the ground, turned his head and said quietly, "Follow me."

The candlelight cast bright and dark shadows on his face, and the room was gloomy and terrible, and the village chief’s voice trembled, "Okay."

The secret path is a long, downward stone staircase.

Jiang Luo didn't know how long he had been walking down, only that the candle in God's hand had already burned one third. The footsteps echoed in the empty secret road. It was obviously the footsteps of three people, but it sounded like a dozen people noisy.

Finally, they set foot on the flat ground.

After stepping on the flat ground, there was finally light on both sides of the wall. The **** prince blew out the candle in his hand and put it aside, and continued to walk forward without any haste on the crutches.

Jiang Luo's suspicious eyes were placed on him.

The black robe conceals the appearance of the goddess. If the goddess has always been dressed like this, does it mean that everyone in the deep soil village has never seen the true appearance of the goddess?

Is it possible to pretend to be a **** as long as you put on such a black robe?

After thinking about it, Jiang Luo heard the faint sound of flowing water, and there was an underground river hidden underneath. As they went deeper and deeper, the underground river also revealed its true face.

Under the dim light, a full two-meter-wide underground river channel was clearly illuminated. The water in the river is turbulent and turbulent. Some tumbling currents wet the mud on both sides of the bank, forming a wet swamp texture.

I don't know how deep the river is, and there is no bridge here. The god-god who was walking in front suddenly turned sideways and stepped aside, whispering: "God's bride, please go first."

This name made Jiang Luo's eyelids jump. He ignored this unpleasant little detail and asked, "How do I go?"

But he seemed to have said something silly, causing the **** to laugh suddenly, the laughter was dry and sly, creepy and cold, "Of course it's gone with your feet."

Jiang Luo's teeth itched suddenly.

Such a yin and yang person who can stir up all his anger with just one laugh, there is only one **** person in the world.

-Chi You.

This is the first time Jiang Luo has met Chi You since Chi You went crazy in the hotel for no reason.

He has not yet reported his last revenge.

Jiang Luo sneered shortly, "You are the god, you are the servant of **** by his side."

The village chief said angrily: "Cuihua, how can you say that!"

"Isn't it?" Jiang Luo raised his eyes to look at Chi You, and came out maliciously. He said indifferently, "Do you want to deny that you are a servant of God?"

The **** turned the crutches and slowly said: "I am."

"In that case, you still let me go directly into the water?" Jiang Luo frowned, unceremoniously, "Is this what your servant should do?"

More importantly, Jiang Luo found many ghosts in this river.

A series of ghost images were washed away by the current, and a new batch came. Under the black pressure of the river, these ghosts have different shapes, struggling to reach out and try to climb up, but they are trapped by the river, and they can only fall back into the water in despair.

These are all drowned ghosts, also called water ghosts.

The drowned ghosts and hanged ghosts cannot be reincarnated, and must pull people to replace the dead to liberate themselves. If Jiang Luo stepped on one foot, he would be dragged into the water by dozens or hundreds of water ghosts to become their substitutes.

The god-gong faced him, his face covered by the black hat seemed to be able to see Jiang Luo through his robe, "What do you want?"

"You jump down," Jiang Luo raised his chin slightly, his expression grim, "to be my stepping stone to cross the river."

The village chief took a breath, he forgot everything, and looked at Jiang Luo in almost horror.

The **** father slowly held the scepter, and then gently released it. The slender scepter became a plaything in his hand. Although his hand was wrapped in black cloth, it was inattentive to make people unable to look away.

"You are right." For a long time, the **** shared the honorific name, and he seemed to smile. "You really shouldn't be in the water with your identity."

After speaking, the **** god stepped into the river in the village head's unbelievable gaze.

Jiang Luo could see clearly. The moment the gods stepped into the water, the water ghosts looked like beasts that were hungry all year round and finally smelled the flesh, and hungry tigers rushed towards the gods. But at the moment when the few pairs of ghosts touched the **** father, they retreated suddenly like a tide. They seemed to see something extremely terrifying, relying on the nearest water ghost of the god, they even went mad and went back desperately.

In an instant, the water around the gods became clean.

The **** prince straightened his arm and plunged his cane into the ground on the other side. He humblely said: "Please."

Jiang Luo glanced at him meaningfully, strode away, and stepped on the shoulders of the gods.

The gods stood upright, without a trace of shaking, this "bridge" was much more stable than some suspension bridges.

Jiang Luo was about to step on him to walk forward, but suddenly a few pairs of pale ghost hands came up on his ankle.

The water ghosts who were terribly scared just now turned around again, ignoring the gods at Jiang Luo's feet, greedily and eagerly trying to drag Jiang Luo into the water.

Jiang Luo was so dragged that he couldn't move for half a step.

He glanced at the god-in-law, sneered, abruptly pulled out his leg from among the many ghost claws, and jumped to the opposite shore in one step.

The **** and the village head went ashore one after another. When Jiang Luo found that the village head was in the water, the water ghosts did not move the village head. But it wasn't that he didn't dare to move like a god, but there was no response, as if the village chief was already...a dead person.

The three of them walked forward for a while and reached an ancestral hall.

The underground ancestral hall is two or three times larger than the ground.

The candlelight flickered in the ancestral hall, drawing shadows of various lengths on the ground, illuminating some murals on the walls. But more noticeable than the mural is a statue of a **** sitting cross-legged in the ancestral hall.

No, not so much a statue of a god, it's more like a statue of an evil god.

The idol is carved out of stone, and its rough face carries the same stereotyped smile as on the mask. He stood in front of him with a lotus in his left hand, his eyes closed, and he bent up as if smiling. The facial features looked at the eyebrows and eyebrows, but there was always a weird feeling like a shadow, and several blood stains that had dried up were drawn down on the lips like blood.

The color on the statue of the **** is also very weird, the whole seems to be a painted god, but the feet are black and white. At the junction of color and black and white, there is also a trace of blood.

But the village chief didn't seem to feel weird. He looked at the idol with fiery eyes, and immediately knelt down three times, muttering constantly in his mouth.

"God..."

Ignoring his actions, the god-gong went up to put three sticks of incense on the idol, and the cigarette rose vaguely. He said lightly: "Tie him up."

To whom?

Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows and looked sideways with feelings. The village chief had already pulled out a circle of twine from his arms, and walked towards him with sullen eyes.

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Gong: I heard that I'm not here, everyone misses me

Attack: happy :-)