Special Operations Group File, No. 35.
Codename: Sacrifice.
Have you heard of Sacrifice?
There is a saying that you should never live next to a newly built temple.
Not a temple, but a temple that enshrines local gods.
There is a deity in the temple, all alone. After the temple is built, ten young and strong men in the village will die and be taken to the temple. What do they do? Of course, they serve as servants for the deity and carry sedan chairs.
These are the temple deities on the ground.
What about the ones in the water?
"It's better now. Twenty or thirty years ago, when building bridges and crossing rivers, people had to offer sacrifices to avoid offending Mr. Jiang. When building bridges, they had to use drills to drill holes. Sometimes, the big drills of modern times can even fall off. Isn't that strange? And they can't be pulled up no matter what."
"At this time, a water ghost must go down, and those who are good at swimming and not afraid of death can pull them up."
"What do you call engineering divers now? Think about it, thirty years ago, they were called water ghosts. They were good at swimming and could generally come up after going down. Besides, they had thick hemp ropes around their waists to pull them up."
"Generally? What do you mean?"
"Hehe, generally means there are some differences. Look, at that time, the drill was so big, drilling into the ground, and more than a dozen people couldn't pull it down. It could fall off in the water. Isn't it strange? Could it be something, I mean it's possible, it could be something, that secretly untied this..."
"Do you know? When fishing, you can encounter that kind of ferocious fish, which specifically bites The bait on the hook is removed. "
"After a long time, people who come to fish are regarded as sending food. Sometimes, the drill is like a fishhook. It's just that the fishhook attracts fish, but the drill attracts something else. "
"Under normal circumstances, the things in the river are not fierce, and they can be dealt with by giving some glutinous rice and wine. But sometimes, there is really no way. The things can't be pulled up, and they can't get away. They can only cut the thick hemp rope on the waist of the water ghost. Generally speaking, the drill can be pulled up and the bridge can be built. This is called a living sacrifice. "
"Sometimes, the river water is so big and chaotic that it seems to want to knock people into the water. "
"At that time, you have to offer sacrifices, glutinous rice, wine, and, and..."
"Hehe, do you know that it's a pity that when offering sacrifices, those bad-tempered water ghosts are not the best choice. The best choice is actually... hehe, hahaha..."
......
The sun just came out and the sunlight fell on the water.
Zhang Tao, who changed his Taoist robe into ordinary clothes, and his fellow disciples from the Tianshi Mansion took a sightseeing boat to patrol the Huai River. However, the water was rarely calm and there was nothing, so it was a bit boring.
The reason they had to come here was because of the message on the master's mobile phone.
Without orders, the forces belonging to the Tianshi Dao cannot be mobilized.
However, since it was a Taoist friend of the contemporary Tianshi who mentioned the possible hidden dangers, he would still habitually send a few elite disciples to conduct an advance inspection first. If there is a problem, he will follow the Tianshi Dao procedure again and mobilize the corresponding forces to solve its internal hidden dangers.
But now, looking at the sunny sky, the water is calm, and there is no problem with the Bagua plate in his hand. Obviously, there is no evil spirit, but Zhang Tao dare not neglect it. He can stand out from his fellow disciples and get the true teachings because he is meticulous when doing things.
The old man who drove the boat chatted with another Taoist priest.
The boat was in a fishing village along the Huai River. The people there were simple and honest. They only made a living by the Huai River. They usually fished and occasionally carried passengers. The old man was in a good mood to chat. He chatted with his senior brother for a long time without stopping.
Zhang Tao kept using magic tools to survey the water surface.
Another Taoist priest couldn't help laughing and said, "Junior brother, you can tell at a glance that there is no evil spirit on the river surface. You are releasing magic like this. Are you planning to survey the entire Huai River system? Where do you have so much magic power?"
Zhang Tao just said, "It's my duty."
At the same time, he pointed his fingers at the Bagua plate and cast a spell again.
But when the spell fell this time, waves suddenly appeared on the entire river surface.
It was as if the entire river surface was surging, and there were wind and waves on the ground. The boatman who was chatting with them with a smile before changed his face, almost ran to the side of the boat, stared at the undulating river water, and took out a bag from the boat with force.
There was white glutinous rice inside. When the glutinous rice was sprinkled into the water, the waves on the water surface calmed down a little, but soon became more violent, as if it was irritated.
The old boatman looked pale, and this time he poured all the glutinous rice into the water.
He picked up a bottle of Erguotou next to him and poured it all into the river.
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying: "Lord Huaidu, Lord Huaidu, you are very generous. I have been making a living on the river for several generations, and I have never violated your wishes for generations!"
His face was pale, and he was obviously extremely scared.
Zhang Tao stared at the sleep, he was experienced, and he could feel that something was coming out.
A crack appeared in the middle of the river, and a sedan chair came out from it.
Under the blood-red sedan, there were seven pairs of sedan bearers, wearing white clothes and powdered faces, as white and thick as the white putty on the wall, with large clumps of red rouge on both cheeks. When they looked up, they saw blue and swollen skin under the white putty, with a weird and creepy smile on their faces.
Zhang Tao clenched his palms: "It's a dead person, a water ghost..."
"Under the age of thirteen, a boy or girl, wearing such clothes, was deliberately thrown into the water."
He stepped back suddenly, and the Bagua plate in his hand was running, trying to cast a spell.
He heard a low scream from behind, and just picked up the spell, he felt his palm tremble, and he could hardly hold the Bagua plate. He lowered his head and saw a bluish-white hand holding the Bagua plate tightly in another direction. On the blue and swollen skin, two eyeballs were weirdly raised, staring at Zhang Tao, grinning.
Crack, crack.
The Bagua plate cracked directly.
......
Zhang Tao's senior brother cast a spell in time.
The evil-killing spell directly hit the sedan bearer who stretched out his hand. With a hissing sound, the sedan bearer fell into the water. One of the Taoists ran to drive the boat, but no matter how he walked or how he accelerated, he seemed to be unable to escape. The sedan behind followed slowly.
Zhang Tao took a photo with his mobile phone and opened it. The photo was empty.
He sent a message to his master, and then suddenly thought of the senior who reminded them to come here. The matter was urgent. He gritted his teeth and sent a request message to the senior based on the number he remembered.
......
In a dream.
A vast and huge water column fell down.
Wei Yuan didn't know how many times he was beaten by the Huaishui Water Lord and his body in the dream collapsed. After reuniting with difficulty, Wei Yuan's anger rose after he died for who knows how many times, and he finally couldn't help cursing.
The golden-eyed and white-faced Wuzhiqi only laughed more wantonly, and the Huai River vein in his hand spurted again. Wei Yuan experienced all kinds of miserable situations all night. Sometimes he didn't know whether it was his dream or Wuzhiqi's dream.
Until early in the morning, the chains appeared again in Wuzhiqi's dream body.
This torturous night finally ended.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes blankly.
He decided not to try to dream again in the future. He must rely on spells and meditation to maintain a dreamless sleep. After getting up early and washing up, he saw that the flower shop opposite was still closed. He didn't see the goddess. Wei Yuan sighed and opened his mobile phone to look at the goddess's emoticons boredly.
Thinking of her calm and cold expression, and seriously adding emoticons after chatting. I felt like laughing a little. At this time, the mobile phone prompted that there was a new message.
Wei Yuan saw the words on the application: "The disciple of Tianshi Mansion requests the help of the senior!"
Wei Yuan was slightly stunned and approved the application.
Then there was an online call-
"Senior?! Excuse me, I am a disciple of Tianshi Mansion. As the senior said, I investigated the Huai River and found traces of evil. Cough cough cough..."
Accompanied by the sound of water and painful coughs, the young disciple's voice was intermittent:
"…Found seven pairs of boys and girls in ancient costumes..."
"It is the original blood sacrifice, the blood sacrifice to the god of the Huai River, and, and the god of the Huai River responded."
The old voice could still be heard faintly, crying in panic.
"It's dead, it's dead!"
"I ran into Lord Huai Du on patrol!"