My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 213 The note from the fifth disciple
Swish!
In the mist, Fang Yang led a group of people towards the mountain village.

Hunting in black robes, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle, even in such a dangerous situation, he always maintains a relaxed atmosphere.

During this process, the middle-aged man has been reporting to everyone what dangers there are in this small mountain village and telling everyone what they need to pay attention to.

The closer we get to the mountain village, the thicker the fog becomes. The gray fog, mixed with paper money flying in the sky, and the neighing of crows make the atmosphere even more desolate.

The princess pretended to be calm and fearless, but followed closely behind everyone.

Ever since he entered the mist, Ye Qinghong has been holding the Qingying Sword tightly in his palms. His eyes are sharp and his expression is cold. He has never relaxed for a moment. He has been following his master for fear that he will be harmed in any way.

at last……

Everyone arrived at the mountain village. The mountain village was very small and filled with simple mud houses.

Looking towards the village, it was deserted outside, without any human beings, and the ground was covered with paper money.

If you observe carefully, you will find that these paper money are stained with blood. They were originally lying on the ground motionless, but as everyone's eyes turned to them, they looked over.

The blood seemed to be alive and resurrected, and began to slowly squirm.

Finally, a pair of strange eyes formed, eyes made of blood, staring at them closely, half-smiling.

Full of endless malice.

Buzz!
The Qingying Sword was constantly trembling. Although Guan Qinghan said that he was red when he was close to Zhu, he became a complete fool.

But at this moment, he also realized that something was wrong. His face was expressionless, his silver hair was flying, and a shadow appeared behind him.

The feet were covered with frost, and there were roads of frost everywhere.

"There is actually a temple here?"

Fang Yang stopped at the entrance of the village and looked at a building at the entrance of the village.
The building is hidden in the mist and looks like a temple, except that the entire temple is made of bones.

Moreover, it is not the bones of wild beasts, but human bones.

Pale fingers, skull with vacant eyes...

They are densely packed all over the temple, and there are even bells hanging from the eaves of the temple.

The bell blew in the wind, but instead of making a clear sound, it made waves of sinister laughter, which made everyone's hair stand on end, chills ran down their spines, and they truly felt fear.

Everyone was alert the moment they saw the temple.

An ancient temple appears in the barren mountains, and it is also a Bone Temple. It is a bit strange no matter how you think about it.

What's more, this mountain village is inherently weird.

This temple looks even more strange.

Seeing everyone's vigilant look, the middle-aged man and a group of Blood Rain cultists who had long been lost in the mountain village smiled, breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed much more relaxed.

"Demon Lord, although this Bone Temple looks weird, it is actually not dangerous. You may not know it, but all kinds of weird things happen in this mountain village every night. Ghosts knock on the door, and all kinds of weird things walk at night. In the past, we Many believers feel scared, but since coming to the Bone Temple, those weird things have never happened again, and they feel a little more at ease."

"So, every time we pass by here, we will offer incense sticks here and pray for God's blessing?"

"Really? Then let's go in and have a look."

Fang Yang smiled calmly, and a group of people walked towards the Bone Temple at the same time.

The temple is not big, but there is a faint fragrance inside, and everyone can easily smell it. This is incense.

Ordinary people can barely make it if they have the materials.

People in the Tang Dynasty were very practical. They would only worship useful gods, and completely ignore useless gods. In some places, when there was a drought, there was a custom of whipping the gods and forcing them to rain.

Generally speaking, in a small temple like this, the incense is not too strong, or even very sparse.

But this is obviously not the case in the Bone Temple.

The overwhelming scent of sandalwood made it easy for everyone to calm down.

The originally vigilant heart became much more relaxed. Even Ye Qinghong relaxed the sword in his hand, looked calm and looked at everything in front of him with a smile.

The princess and others went in to visit as if they were traveling.

As the Blood Rain Cult believers said, although the Baigu Temple looks strange from the outside, it is not much different from an ordinary temple inside.

The same glorious golden wall, the same incense burner and futon.

The only difference is that the image inside looks a bit strange, unlike any statue of the Tang Dynasty.

Instead, it looked like it was carved out of white bones.

Standing in the middle of the temple, it is extremely majestic, but its dark color looks quite ferocious, especially those eyes, which are particularly deep and cold.

It's like the four heavenly kings suppressing ghosts in the temple in the previous life.

The moment they saw the statue, everyone looked a little more wary, but they were still very relaxed. The group of Blood Rain cultists headed by middle-aged people even smiled and picked up the statue. After holding bunches of incense, he walked to the statue of the god and planned to worship.

Fang Yang had always looked calm. Ever since he entered the temple, he had been observing, observing the temple, and observing the statue. When he saw the actions of everyone, he looked over curiously, just like a curious baby.

There was no sign of panic, as if this was no longer a strange place.

Instead, it became a playground, a playground full of endless games.

The only thing that interests him is probably the whereabouts of his fifth disciple.

Swish!Swish!
The sharp sword light flashed under everyone's surprised gazes, and the middle-aged man and others cut his fingers with a knife.

Then, blood flowed from the fingers.

Tick!Tick!
It falls right on the sandalwood.

The sandalwood was firey, still burning, and smelled of blood, which made it even weirder.

"Is this also a way of offering sacrifices?"

Ye Qinghong, perhaps sensing that there was no danger, had already put the sword behind his back and asked curiously.

Guan Qinghan and others also blinked, and the shadow behind them had disappeared.

"That's right, this Bone Temple sacrifice is different from ordinary sacrifices and requires blood. This is also the will of the Blood God. It is said that only when blood is shed, the Blood God can sense it and protect you to survive in this strange mountain village. .”

"So that's it, what if we don't sacrifice blood?"

Swish!
The expressions of the middle-aged man and others suddenly became extremely pale, and there was deep fear in their eyes.

"Then...the Blood God will be angry. Once the Blood God is angry, it will bring even more terrifying disasters. It is said that some villagers were disrespectful to the Blood God. The next day, all four members of the villager's family died, and it became a The corpse was mummified. All the blood was taken away by the Blood God."

"..."

Quiet, dead silence, as soon as these words came out, the expressions of the group of people became solemn.

He looked at the Blood God statue and the temple again.

I feel more and more that this temple is extraordinary.

Finally, Fang Yang suddenly spoke.

"Did my five disciples donate their blood to worship the Blood God?"

"..."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and said quickly.

"It's time to sacrifice. The hall master said this. After she entered the mountain village, she asked the villagers in the mountain village. After learning about this, she took the initiative to lead us to sacrifice to the Blood God."

"Ok!"

Fang Yang nodded and continued to examine the statue.

The wind was blowing outside, and from time to time there were bursts of wailing and crying.

After the group of Blood Rain Sect disciples heard these sounds, they seemed to think of extremely terrifying things, and they became more and more frightened.He quickly cut his finger open and began to bleed blood continuously. After a long time...

Waves of terrifying aura emanated from the Blood God statue, revealing a sense of majesty.

And with this fluctuation of aura, the wailing outside suddenly dissipated a lot, and even disappeared completely before long.

Seeing that everything was so effective, and the fog outside was always so thick, especially since the Demon Lord was here, he would face danger anytime and anywhere. Ye Qinghong and others looked at each other, stretched out their fingers, and there was a sharp aura exuding between them. .

He planned to cut it directly on his wrist and start the sacrifice.

The next moment, a faint voice sounded.

"Don't worry, I still have something to ask."

Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked over, seemingly confused, while Fang Yang looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Does blood have to be used to sacrifice this blood god?"

"Yes."

"In this case, then you should drain more blood, and drain enough blood for Hall Master Ye and others to sacrifice."

"?"

The middle-aged man and others were stunned for a moment, looking at Fang Yang blankly, as if they did not expect that the Demon Lord would make such a suggestion.

"Why, isn't it possible? Or should I say that you can disobey me?"

"My subordinates dare not."

A group of people lowered their heads in a hurry.

He quickly cut his fingers open and started bleeding again, using their blood and their incense.

Ye Qinghong and others only need to insert the incense.

During this period, no one dared to talk nonsense, and no one dared to question it. There was no way, the outside world had long spread that the Demon Lord was moody, and it was too normal to do such a thing.

Soon, everyone finished offering sacrifices to the Blood God and left the Bone Temple. From the beginning to the end, Fang Yang had no intention of offering sacrifices.

the reason is simple……

The absurd blood god in a mountain village wants to be sacrificed by his Blood Rain Demon Lord, which is really a bit of a dream.

You must know that in the Styx River of Yingyue Temple, he crushed countless evil gods to death.

The so-called evil gods are not as good as some powerful practitioners.

After leaving the Bone Temple, everyone quickly entered the village. The village was still so desolate, there were no pedestrians on the road, and there was no trace of smoke in the houses.

The middle-aged man sighed as he walked.

"The Demon Lord doesn't know. Although this small mountain village only has about 40 households, it originally had a population of 30. But now, just three months have passed, and there are only more than [-] people left. And this is thanks to With the blessing of the Blood God.”

"This family heard a knock on the door the first night, told the villagers, and died on the door the next day."

"There were occasional sounds of a woman crying in this family's home. Three days later, all five members of the family drowned in their own basin."

"Hanged."

"Cut off your own head."

"..."

The deep voice continued to introduce, and every sentence revealed the rich blood stains, witnessing one tragedy after another.

Everyone's expressions became more and more serious. Since leaving the Bone Temple, Ye Qinghong and others had drawn out the swords in their hands, revealed their Dharma forms again, and guarded their master's side to prevent accidents.

at last……

When everyone was passing by a desolate yard, an old woman heard the noise outside and noticed everyone.

Crunch!

He hurriedly closed the door and seemed to be still muttering.

"Death, everyone must die..."

Fang Yang smiled and looked calm, but everyone else looked pale.

"Alas! In the past three months, weird things have happened one after another. The people in this small mountain village have already collapsed. They will say that they will die if they meet anyone. If it weren't for the production of spiritual mines here, how could we and other demon sect disciples have arrived? Investigating here? Whether they are alive or dead has nothing to do with us."

"..."

The middle-aged man had lingering fears and his expression was full of regret. He obviously regretted coming here.

crunch.

crunch.

……

People in the courtyard would close the door from time to time.

Then, he put his eyes into the crack of the door and secretly observed the people outside.

The gray mist is constantly rippling.

Although these villagers looked horrified, Ye Qinghong, Guan Qinghan and others all looked solemn.

For some reason, they felt a wave of malice from these villagers. This malice was so pure that it seemed to want to swallow them up.

Fang Yang even saw that every household seemed to have a coffin, and these coffins were usually black.

There were paper money scattered outside.

Apparently, paper money in the village was blown out of every household.

The weirdest thing is that the coffins contained not corpses, but villagers.

The villagers, who were as confused as walking zombies, opened the coffin clumsily, then got into the coffin and closed the lid.

The set of operations looked quite familiar, and there was no trace of fear on their faces. It was obvious that they had done this kind of thing often.

"Master Ye, Demon Lord, you don't know something. Weird things often happen in the village. Moreover, the villagers often have dreams. In the dreams, the Blood God tells everyone that they must sleep in a coffin at night, otherwise something unexpected will happen. .”

"Some people didn't believe it at first, but they died tragically at home the next day."

"Afterwards, everyone slept in the coffins one after another. The strange thing is that after sleeping in the coffin, the frequency of death was greatly reduced. Some people say that these are all the work of the Blood God."

The middle-aged man was still explaining and clearing up everyone's doubts, while Fang Yang smiled.

"It seems that this blood god is quite effective. No wonder his incense is so strong. Just now, I should also pay him a stick of incense, don't you think so?"

"Yep……"

The middle-aged man nodded quickly, his face turned a little pale due to excessive blood loss.

And this time...

Woohoo!

The dark wind suddenly blew in the village, revealing the bone-chilling coldness.

After a while, the dark wind passed by, and Fang Yang suddenly had a note in his hand.

The note opens.

There was a line of words written in blood on it, the handwriting was scrawled, it was obviously written in a hurry, and even revealed a bit of fear.

"Master, save me!"

(End of this chapter)