The Binding Nightmare Shrine.
This was a rather special shrine.
It was built in a jungle about two kilometres away from the village.
This very large jungle itself was also a scenic spot in Praying Rain Village, and the villagers had spent years of time and effort building well-connected jungle paths with detailed signposts in it, allowing outsiders to have the feeling of jungle exploration without getting lost and encountering danger.
Along the jungle trail all the way to the east.
The two kilometres of road wasn't long, and it took about twenty minutes or so to get there.
On the way, it seemed that he was worried about the headless black shadow appearing again, Liu Chengfeng was always looking left and right, rather like a scared bird.
Fortunately, they were lucky.
The road was smooth, and by the time they reached the Binding Nightmares Shrine, the sun was getting brighter and brighter, slightly dispelling some of the gloom in the hearts of the crowd.
The shrine was built exquisitely, and one could feel the heaviness and solemnity of it from a long distance away.
Not far from it is a ditch.
At this time did not catch the rainy season, the water in the ditch is shallow, jagged rocks, and there are many stakes that were washed away by the rainy season scattered in the silt.
Three people entered the ancestral hall, the outer courtyard is only an old man with a stooped back sweeping the floor.
Next to him was a small house.
From the looks of it, it should be where the old man ate and lived during the day.
The shrine was quiet, and apart from the old man, the three didn't see anyone else again.
"Old man!"
Liu Chengfeng called out loudly.
But the old man simply ignored him.
The three of them were a little strange in their hearts, and only after they got closer did they realise that the old man's hearing was not very good, only one ear could barely hear the sounds outside, and they had to get very close to hear what they were saying.
"It is no wonder that he was thrown into such a place ..."
Liu Chengfeng lamented.
They made it clear to the old man that they had come to visit the ancestral hall, and the old man was very happy, saying that the ancestral hall was free to look around, as long as they didn't mess with the things inside.
At this time, Bai Xiaoxiao asked the old man again about yesterday'sDid anyone come to the shrine, the old man recalled, said there were two people, came at night, about eight or nine o'clock, but they did not stay long and left.
After chatting for a while, Bai Xiaoxiao's topic suddenly changed and asked:
"Old man, do you know Guangchuan?"
The old man furrowed his brows and pressed his ears, which could barely hear voices, closer to Bai Xiaoxiao:
"What ship?"
Bai Xiao Xiao shouted into his ear:
"Guangchuan!"
"Guang as in vast, and Chuan as in mountains and rivers!"
The old man's face changed drastically when he heard it, and he hurriedly shook his head:
"No ... don't recognise it!"
"I don t recognise ... haven t heard of ... don t know him!"
He was incoherent and kept repeating, as if desperately trying to convince the crowd that he really didn't know Guangchuan as a person.
At this time, Ning Qiushui suddenly felt around in his clothes and pulled out Guangchuan's tablet, handing it to the old man.
"Old man, take a closer look, do you really not recognise it ..."
As soon as the old man with the broom saw this tablet, an unspeakable fear suddenly overflowed from his cloudy eyes, he shouted, and seemed to be stimulated by something, directly throwing away the broom in his hand, turning around, and running towards the distance with one turn!
While running, his mouth also screamed over and over again:
"It s not me ... It s not me that did it ... I don t know anything ... Don t come to me!"
The old man ran all the way in a panic, came to the ditch, his feet were tripped by the weeds, and the person fell into the ditch, immediately no sound.
Three people's hearts sank, had an extremely bad feeling.
They immediately came to the ditch to check.
But it does not matter if you do not look, a come over, the scene in the ditch but let them directly froze in place---.
Only to see that the old man fell on his back on a wooden stake, chest and the back of the head are pierced by the huge wooden thorns on the stake, crimson blood Miluo and out, along the stream shallow flow continuously flow downstream ...
The old man's hollow eyes were left with horror, just staring straight at the three people on the bank of the ditch ...
Liu Chengfeng gave this pair of dead eyes a half step back and said:
"Holy shit ... dead, dead?"
Both of their expressions were a bit ugly.
"He obviously knew something, but was in the way for some reason and didn't dare to open his mouth."
Bai Xiaoxiao said, turning his head towards Ning Qiushui.
"Little brother Qiushui, do you have any thoughts?"
She saw Ning Qiushui staring at the old man's corpse in deep thought, so she opened her mouth to ask, but Ning Qiushui shook his head.
"I'm still thinking about the cafeteria ..."
Bai Xiaoshui frowned slightly.
"The canteen? What happened to the canteen?"
Ning Qiushui said softly:
"Don't you guys think that the ... cafeteria's furnishings are a bit strange?"
The two nodded their heads.
Liu Chengfeng at the side scratched his head and said:
"It's quite strange, but maybe that's the style of the canteen in other people's villages?"
Ning Qiushui stared into the eyes of the duo and asked a question that made their scalps go numb:
"You guys say, is there a possibility that ... the village's current canteen is the original guest house for entertaining visitors from the outside world?"
As Ning Qiushui's words fell, Liu Chengfeng froze for a moment, then immediately sucked in a mouthful of cool air:
"I rub ... little brother, when you say it like this, wellLike ... there are still a few resemblances!"
Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed:
"Not like, should be."
"That canteen is divided into three floors up and down, in addition to the central place to take meals, all the others are small compartments, exactly the size of a room ..."
"I thought it was strange before, but didn't think in that direction, but now ... it seems the clues are connecting a little."
After saying that, she reached out and patted Ning Qiushui's shoulder, raising an eyebrow in praise:
"You can do it, Brother Qiushui!"
"I haven't met a man as fine as you in a long time!"
Ning Qiushui was choked by Bai Xiaoxiao's semi-flirtatious tone of voiceStay.
Nice guy.
Are you complimenting me or scolding me?
"So, the current situation is that ... the guest house that was originally supposed to entertain foreign tourists has been converted into a canteen, and the villagers have converted another large mansion, which hasn't been lived in for a long time, into a guest house?"
Liu Chengfeng seemed to understand something.
Ning Qiushui nodded.
"Right."
"But ... why did they do that?"
"I don't know, but that mansion isn't clean, so they definitely aren't wishing us well."
As the three of them spoke, they passed through several doors and entered the interior of the ancestral hall, seeing a painting located in the main hall, as well as theThe statue next to the painting, Note.
The statue was made of pure gold, and although it was only the size of a palm, it was definitely worth a lot of money, and it was bound to be no small expense for a remote village like Praying Rain Village.
Bai Xiaoxiao played with the gold statue for a bit before placing it back in its original place.
Afterwards, the trio's attention was placed on the portrait.
The location on the portrait should also be Praying Rain Village.
Only it seemed to be somewhat dated, it should have been decades or even hundreds of years ago.
The painting on it depicted a person, holding a grass cutting scythe, stepping on another person's back.
There were a total of three people tied up, kneeling and crouching on the ground.
Respectively, a middle-aged man, a woman, a child.
And behind this middle-aged man holding a scythe, there stood a large area of black people, who looked like villagers, their faces were agitated, and they raised their arms, as if they were responding to something ...
"No, what is this? An uprising?"
Liu Chengfeng was confused by the painting.
Bai Xiaoxiao, however, came closer to the painting, stretching out her slender fingertips to gently rub them together, a flash of suspicion in her beautiful eyes.
"Not quite right, you guys take a closer look at the background of this painting ..."
The two of them sniffed, and also discovered that the background on the scroll was a little ... too bleak.
"The blazing sun is in the sky, the vegetation is dead, and the stream is dry ..."
"This is ... a great drought?!"
Liu Chengfeng exclaimed.
Ning Qiushui seemed to have thought of something and murmured.
"The good people have drained their blood and turned it into sweet rain ..."