Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 896

Although Shunzi's skin was blown like a frozen persimmon by the mountain wind, Ye Feng still felt a trace of unhappiness appearing on his face.

"This is the rule of Qianmian Peng's family, which should have been kept secret.

Although I am not familiar with you, you look like an open-minded person. Since you have come to this land, you met me, it is our fate, and if you have a fate, you are a buddy. I won't play charades with you.

He spread it out and said that those bags were filled with babies, and they were all babies who left before they were three years old.

Every year, someone from the Peng family will come to hang one, and it is said that it has been hanging for some years, and you can see that there are so many. "

Shunzi's words surprised Ye Feng, which seemed to be similar to what the Qiu family did.

But if you think about it, it's possible.

Peng Xinhou said at the time that what their ancestors wanted was for the family to be prosperous and free from harassment such as wars.

Perhaps it is necessary to make such a sacrifice to maintain the power of the curse of the group of green-faced men!

"Then why not bury them, but hang them on the tree?" Jiu Lan asked strangely.

Shunzi shook her head, shook her body, sucked a mouthful of the thick mushroom soup, and let out a long mouthful of hot air.

"I'm a person with a foreign surname, and I don't know too much about too many things, but I have heard a little bit.

It is said that the ancestors of the Peng family were all Manchu, Hezhen, and children who had not grown up died early and could not be buried in the soil. They usually wrapped the children's corpses with birch bark, and then put them in bags to hold them. On a high branch of a birch tree.

Because the child's soul is tender, it can't get out of the ground, and if it is buried, it will not be born in the future. It is hung high so that the child's soul can disperse early and go to another family to be reborn.

There is another version, say that the ancestor of the Peng family once signed a deal with the devil, and every year he would kill a child and put it here according to the ancient method, and those souls would come out to protect the Peng family. "

While Shunzi was talking, she lowered her head and chanted with a dark face, and her voice became weaker as she went to the back, like a candle that was about to go out.

Only then did Ye Feng know that when he was in the woods, the desolation didn't feel like a woods, but rather like graveyards and hard white birches, like the tombstones of those children who died young.

"Hurry up and go down the mountain, it's not safe here anymore." Ye Feng said to Shunzi.

"I've been here for almost 20 years, so there's nothing safe or unsafe, and I'm also waiting for someone."

Shunzi suddenly turned cold, and stood up with a straight face.

Ye Feng didn't say much either. When the Peng family chose guardians, they might not have valued cultivation, but they must have valued loyalty.

It would indeed be a bit irresponsible to leave just because of Ye Feng's one word.

The sun is setting quickly in the mountains, although it is almost summer now, it seems that the daytime is only for a while.

Soon, the cold air overflowed even more after nightfall.

Shunzi went out to have a look, and suggested that Ye Feng and Jiu Lan stay, because they didn't have much clothes on them, and they would inevitably get sick if they went out in this weather.

Ye Feng is not worried about himself with the power of Phoenix Fire, but he is worried about Jiulan.

Even if Jiulan is a witch saint, she won't get sick, but her reaction will decline in a too cold environment, so it's better to wait until the next day before going out.

When the last smear of light wiped away from the sky, Ye Feng looked at the birch forests in the distance, the bags on the branches were still eye-catching.

Perhaps, we should take a look while Shunzi is away.

The three sat around the hot stove, drinking mushroom soup and chatting.

Shunzi's wooden house is neatly furnished, not very big, no more than a dozen square meters at most, and there are very few things. It is just a thick layer of mattresses made of animal skins and quilts made of concrete on the floor, and hanging on the walls. Holding a shotgun, there are some iron traps in the corner, like iron clips, hoof spikes, and a square charcoal stove with a hollow in the middle.

Although simple, but also readily available.

Shunzi told Ye Feng and the others that this mountain was more like his home, or his father.

Shunzi's father used to be a hunter, and so did Shunzi's grandfather, for generations. They demanded from the mountain, but they were more in awe of the mountain, and they always respected the mountain god and the god of hunting.

They firmly believe that all large animals such as bears and tigers are spiritual, so they cannot be called by their names directly, but replaced by other words, such as "uncle" and "father" for bears, and "big worm" in consideration. The son said that it had been a long time since he had hit a big guy, and he only hit a wild boar last month.

"There is less and less life in the mountains. Mushroom pickers, ginseng hunters, snake catchers, and barking dogs all come here in summer, and the mountains are completely ruined.

No one dared to go to the deep mountain, and the Peng family asked me to guard that place, so the Peng family didn't care if so many people came to the mountain.

What a waste of mountains! "

Sunja complained angrily.

Perhaps for him, the city people and he belonged to two different races. Of course, he couldn't understand why those people would travel thousands of miles to the mountains to destroy his peaceful life.

The three chatted late into the night, and Shunzi seemed to become more and more anxious. Finally, when he heard a special bell coming from outside the door, he showed a look of relief.

Sunja straightened up, shrank her neck, and opened the wooden door.

A figure flashed outside the door, and a man half a head shorter than Shunzi walked into the room.

He wore a big leather hat and carried a bag the size of a schoolbag.

"Why, is there anyone else here?" The man looked at Ye Feng and Jiu Lan with a rather dissatisfied tone, and Shunzi immediately explained to him with an apologetic smile that he was a passing traveler.

"Passing by? Is he also here to worry about the things in this mountain?" The man sneered.

Ye Feng couldn't see his face clearly, he could only vaguely see the bushy mustache around his mouth.

Seeing his bad tone, Shunzi hurriedly pushed the man out. The two seemed to be muttering something in the cold wind. Not long after, Shunzi walked in.

"Go to bed early. That person is a relative of mine. He was with an "old man" yesterday. I'll go with him right now. If we're lucky, you can eat bear meat tomorrow."

Shunzi took the gun off the wall, dug out a box of ammunition from nowhere, put on a fur coat, and went out with the man against the wind.

Ye Feng took a look at Jiu Lan, took off his clothes, and put them on him: "Although the cold resistance of the long silk robe is not the best, it can still maintain it to some extent.

Go and see if it's a child hanging on the birch tree. I'll follow those two to see. "

Jiu Lan nodded, "Brother, be careful.

It seems that there is really something coveted in this mountain.

Maybe that Nanwu Gatlin also came here to get things.

After the day was broken, it seemed that there was still a lot of trouble hidden underneath. "

Ye Feng nodded, "After reading it, send me a message.

If I don't come back before dawn, you can go down the mountain and drive to the city to wait for me. Don't act rashly, do you hear me? "

"it is good."

After getting Jiu Lan's affirmative answer, Ye Feng activated the Phoenix Fire Litong, and at the same time, the power of the Phoenix Fire circulated in his body, and followed him in the thick black ink where he couldn't see his fingers.

Jiu Lan wrapped herself tightly in the long silk robe and walked out of the hut.

Although she doesn't have Huanghuo Litong, she doesn't rely on light sources at night.

She relies on her ears.

Her ears are sometimes more sensitive than her eyes.

As long as there is a sound, Jiu Lan can form the appearance of the object in his mind through the echo of the sound.

When I walked to the birch forest, the bags were still hanging heavily on the branches.

It was hard for Jiu Lan to imagine that there were actually children inside.

From the outside of those cloth bags, the shape of the things inside cannot be seen clearly at all.

Jiulan suddenly thought of a fatal flaw in Shunzi's words.

She also grew up in the mountains, so she has a very good understanding of trees.

White birch grows up to one meter per year, and it will enter the aging period in 50 years.

The children of Peng's family have been hanging for hundreds of years, and some birch trees must be dying.

But many of the trees that Jiulan heard were white birch trees that were still growing or even in their prime.

Where did the children of the first 200 years go?
Or, is that Shunzi lying?
But what was in that bag?
Listening to the cloth bag hanging above her head, Jiu Lan climbed up the shortest white birch.

When opening items, you need Jiulan's special method of distinguishing objects.

She didn't use the light source, because she didn't know if Shunzi and the others had gone far. If the light source attracted them, it would inevitably cause trouble.

Relying on her hearing, she opened the bag with her hands.

This bag is very strange, it is the kind of shrinking bag, one side is firmly fixed on the tree branch, and as long as the bag is lifted, the opening will automatically open, and when it is put down, it will be tightened again.

There are several rows of grooves of different shades on the mouth of the pocket, which looks a bit like it has been stapled by a binding machine, but Jiulan feels more like tooth marks when he touches it.

It looked like it had been hung for several years, and it was a bit heavy. She lifted it up vigorously, and pulled it out to reveal a section.

Jiu Lan touched it with her hand, she was sure it wasn't the child's body.

It was a kind of thing that was difficult for Jiulan to distinguish, it was dark, somewhat similar to sauced beef, but it also had a special smell of corruption.

After Jiu Lan took off all the cloth bags, it seemed that it looked like a certain part of the human body.

As soon as there was this inference, Jiu Lan took advantage of the wind and quickly figured it out.

It should be a severed arm with the wrist removed.

Jiu Lan finally came to a conclusion.

It's just that it has been left for too long, and it has completely dried up. The skin stretched tightly on the bones is covered with meat gaps, and it is dehydrated and curled up.

She put the severed hand back into the bag, put it back in the same way as before, and got off the tree at the same time.

Sunja, you're lying.

Since you are lying, you are trying to hide something.

Jiu Lan still didn't take out her phone, but covered the light source in her pocket, and skillfully sent a message to Ye Feng explaining what she saw.

But what she didn't notice was that behind her, there was already a green eye staring at her for a long time...

(End of this chapter)