Chapter 443 The Sound of Fighting at Night

After finally coming to the city, Liao Daqiu and the others made a calculation and decided that they had to go to the doctor to buy some medicinal materials to go back. If the epidemic rises, they may not be able to buy the medicine at that time.

So the group went to a more familiar pharmacy in the county. In the past, when people in the village wanted to get medicine, most of them would come to this Jimingtang. The apprentices were busy grabbing medicine and packing it up.

Seeing that there were not many people grabbing medicine in the store, Liao Daqiu, Lao Zhang and the others looked at each other, and hurried forward to ask.

"Doctor Zhao, we want to grab some medicine."

When the shopkeeper heard the voice, he turned and looked aside, and saw Liao Daqiu and his party who had already entered the pharmacy.

In fact, many people knew about the fact that Lao Liao led the people of Maotan Village to build a cemetery, and the shopkeeper of Jimingtang knew these people, so he knew it too.

Although many people would say that Lao Liao and the people of Maotan Village are stupid, as a doctor, both in terms of morality and as a doctor's medical ethics, I think the people in Maotan Village are doing a good job, so I usually take care of the people in this village when they come to see a doctor.

"Oh, it's Lao Liao and Zhang. You have entered the city? It's better to stay in your own village during this time. The plague has started in other counties, so it's better to move less."

Hearing that the doctor also mentioned this matter, Lao Liao said quickly.

"Yes, yes, we plan to grab some medicine for preparation, Dr. Zhao, this is the medicine to prevent or treat the plague, please look at it and grab some medicine for us."

Dr. Zhao looked at the medicine cabinet.

"Coincidentally, I'm also preparing. How much do you want? Well, let's prepare a three-day supply for twenty people. If you are really infected, medicine alone is not enough, and you have to come to me."

"Yes, yes, you are a doctor, you can make the decision!"

Liao Daqiu and the villagers quickly nodded in agreement.

Not long after, the few people carrying the medicine left the pharmacy, and then left the city.

When Liao Daqiu, Lao Zhang and others returned to Maotan Village, they could already see smoke rising from every household. After a long day of hard work, a meal to reward the ghosts in the cemetery was almost ready.

It was just in time for Lao Liao and his party to come back. It was still early, and the largest rice soup sacrificial activity in the history of Maotan Village began.

The women and men either carried them in baskets or pushed them on carts, and together they sent pots of vegetables to the direction of the cemetery. Of course, they also brought a large table and a set of sacrificial utensils.

The dishes are all served in pots, some are soup pots and some are simply washed wash basins. The main reason is that there are too many dishes, and if you use plates, you don’t know how much you want. It’s more convenient to use pots, and it’s not easy to spill.

Soon a total of more than forty people arrived outside the cemetery. The old village chief and Liao Daqiu picked out a few plates of specially prepared dishes and placed them in front of the earth temple. After putting away the chopsticks, they poured two glasses of wine.

After lighting the candles on the candlestick and the incense in the small incense burner, he led a group of people to worship the land.

"Bless the Lord of the Land, bless the Lord of the Land!"

After doing this, the old village head straightened up.

"Okay, everyone, move all the tables off the trolley and put them in the open space over there, and put all the dishes on the tables."

"Yes, yes, hurry up and get ready, it will be dark in a while."

Some villagers don't come to the graveyard very often, and they are a little scared when they see so many graves. They hear that it will get dark in a while, even though it is still early, they can't help but become more agile.

Soon pots of steaming dishes were placed on more than a dozen large tables for eight people, and some were placed on the relatively clean ground around them. There were also wine cups and jugs, and candles and tributes were also lit. .

Under the leadership of the village head, more than forty people who came over kowtowed to the full dishes, and Lao Liao even shouted a few words a little loudly.

"Heroes, the flags and weapons are being made. Today, I will serve you some soup and rice. Our Maotan Village is not a rich place, and our ability is limited. These dishes are the best food we can come up with, all heroes. Don't be disgusted, use it slowly, use it slowly!"

The temperature on this side of the cemetery seemed to be lower than other places, and gusts of cool wind blew past, making people in the village tremble uncontrollably.

The lit candles danced violently, everyone slowly exited the inner area of ​​the cemetery, came to the place outside the Earth Temple, and waited for the rice soup to end. Usually, the rice soup does not have to wait too long after lighting the candles at the altar, but Today they were going to wait two quarters of an hour.

That night, every household in Maotan Village had as much food as they did during the Chinese New Year. It was impossible to waste so many dishes, so naturally every household took some back to eat.

It's just that when they were eating, many villagers felt that the taste of the food was much weaker, far weaker than the food left over from offering sacrifices to ancestors in ordinary homes, but the more so, the more the villagers believed it inexplicably authenticity.

At night, the area of ​​the cemetery gradually became overwhelmed with ghostly lights. Lord Di Di appeared in front of the temple and sat on his small temple to watch what happened in the cemetery.

Ghosts are different from people. People need to eat every day, and such things as soup don’t need to be done several times a year. Today, the mental outlook of all the ghosts is very different from before.

"Time is running out. It is impossible for me to train all of you to be soldiers who are good at fighting. But we are ghosts, and we are very different from others, so we focus on movement and pace! To sum it up in one word, it is 'stable'!"

"Everyone! We have made an oath in front of Engong, and we will never disappoint Engong and the people of Maotan Village!"

The two warrior ghosts faced each other, their arms clawed together as if they were wrestling, trying to throw each other out, but they were not shaken, one of them kept talking.

"Don't fall at any time! You are surrounded by robes, you have to trust the weapon in your hand, trust the robes around you! Drink..."

Just as he was speaking, the armored soldier yelled and threw away another ghost soldier beside him. The latter didn't let go of his arms, and actually took him three feet away from the ground, and then landed on a grave.

"Brothers! Everyone already knows that we ghosts were lonely and miserable in life, and our lifespan is not long after death. We have died once... the last time we died a cowardly death, this time, even if we were going to die, we will die a heroic death! "

The land lord crossed his legs and watched from a distance, thinking that this soldier was a ghost, and he was afraid that it was not easy during his lifetime, but unfortunately he died young.

...

Three days later, Liao Daqiu and some villagers entered the county again, paid the remaining copper coins, and got the flags and weapons made by the paper craftsmen.

He didn't stop after he came back, he took his things directly to the cemetery, piled them up outside the cemetery and burned them, but what Liao Daqiu and other people in Maotan Village didn't know was that when these paper weapons were burned, the Lord of the Earth had already burned them. He just stood beside the fire and chanted words, and melted his mana into the fire along with the wishes of the Maotan villagers.

After a while, more and more news about the plague spread to the county and to the people of Maotan Village, but they only heard that there was a plague, and did not know the specific situation.

On this day, Liao Daqiu and the old village chief squatted on a dry toilet at the end of the village, and the topic of the two was naturally about the plague ghost.

"Why isn't this here?"

"What bastard, are you still looking forward to it?"

"Uh, of course it's best not to come, of course it's best..."

As Liao Daqiu spoke, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and subconsciously looked towards the northwest sky. The more he looked, the more dizzy he became, and the voice of the old village chief came over.

"Old Liao, why do I feel... the sky in the northwest seems to be falling down?"

"I, I have this feeling too, my head is still dizzy..."

Lao Liao rubbed his eyes and looked again, and felt that the sky over there was still normal, but after staring carefully for a long time, he began to feel dizzy again, so he quickly concentrated on explaining.

"Woo... woo..."

A gust of wind blew by, and the branches and leaves of the trees not far from the dry toilet swayed, and the sound of the wind was shrill.

What the old village chief and Liao Daqiu didn't know was that at this moment, Land Justice was looking towards the far northwest with a face of shock. Although the journey was extremely far away, even though he didn't know what happened, the mysterious feeling was so strong.

‘An expert casts a spell! '

The night fell very quickly on this day, and the people of Maotan Village returned home early and closed the doors and windows as usual. Outside the village, as the sun went down completely, as in the previous days, a group of volunteers holding weapons The ghosts have already appeared outside the village, one by one waiting for them while training.

"Woo... woo... woo..."

The sound of the wind was loud, as if someone was crying, and the Earth Lord suddenly appeared at the entrance of the village, looking into the distance, and the surrounding ghosts of the cemetery also stopped their movements.

"coming!"

The land lord said something seriously, and all the ghosts were refreshed.

"Brothers and sisters, hold on to the weapons in your hands. We will be miserable in life, and we will be honored in death. Set up the flags—"

"Decree!"

"Decree!"

"Decree!"

Even though the flag-carrying ghosts were just ordinary people, they responded loudly to the order at this moment, and then returned to their respective positions.

There was already a green light spreading from a distance, and even painful wailing and hostile roars could be heard. The goal of the green light and sound was very clear, and it was coming to places where there were living people.

"Ho... ho er..."

"Uh ah ho..."

"Woo... woo..."

Outside Maotan Village, a group of volunteer soldiers lined up, and the leading soldier shouted.

"Let the arrow!"

The arrow in the bow-bending ghost soldier's hand flickered, and the next moment.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Dozens of arrows flew towards the distance, and the ghost soldier didn't need to deliberately aim, the arrows would shoot directly at the plague ghost.

After about dozens of breaths, a louder roar sounded outside the village.

"Kill!"

"kill!"

"Come on!"

...

In Maotan Village, whether it is Liao Daqiu, the old village head, or many ordinary villagers, they all heard the sound of tragic fighting in their sleep. The sound resounded inside and outside the village, as if the whole village was lying on the sand Like going to sleep.

Some people were awakened by this nightmare, but after waking up, although it was not as exaggerated as in the dream, they could still vaguely hear the sound of fighting...

In the northwest sky, a rosy cloud flew in the night with conspicuous Dharma light, and the halo illuminated the surrounding fields brilliantly.

Ji Yuan and Chang Yi intentionally revealed the Faguang to tell the monsters they might encounter that we are here as a way to scare the snakes out, whether it is driven out or driven away, in short, we don't want the monsters to stay in the world.

"Um?"

With a glance of Ji Yuanfa's eyes, he seemed to see the rising and suppressing death energy in the distance, the so-called lifelessness is like this, and Chang Yi obviously saw something too.

"Mr. Ji, it seems that the situation is indeed different."

"Walk!"

There was a flash of brilliance under the clouds, and the flying speed immediately increased, heading for the distance.