I am King Gou

"Okay, okay!" The weeping woman sighed with relief after hearing the words, "The girl agreed, so I feel relieved."

She continued, "My Zicun, originally, should be called Zicheng."

"It's one of the twelve cities on Tianwai Island."

Twelve cities?

Fairy Yumeng was taken aback. From the outside world's point of view, this island is only a few miles in radius, so it is impossible to accommodate a city.After they went to the island, although they found that the island was much bigger than the outside world, but along the way, they didn't see any traces of the city?

Not to mention twelve cities?

"Tianwai Island is far away from the mainland. Although the island is infested with snakes and insects, the sea is often invaded by sea beasts, and it is difficult to cultivate it, but it can still live and work in peace and contentment." The weeping woman coughed and said tremblingly, "But a long, long, long time ago our ancestors , encountered real trouble."

"Ghost tide."

"Every ten years, a ghost tide breaks out, and almost ten rooms are empty, which is horrible."

"Even the capital of our twelve cities, Jidu, was directly destroyed in the third ghost wave."

"For this reason, our ancestors exhausted all kinds of methods."

"Finally, on the recommendation of a passing stranger, they thought of a way to sacrifice to the immortal."

"Sacrifice a boy every year. When the ten-year period is up, when the ghost tide breaks out, the entire island will be avoided."

"Based on the remaining cities and population at that time, this requirement is not high."

"So, it has been passed down from generation to generation."

"But I don't know when, the rules suddenly changed."

"The interval of sacrifice changed from one year to half a year, then three months, and then one month"

Hearing this, Fairy Yumeng frowned. It is not unusual for living people to sacrifice. There are many ways to sacrifice flesh and blood to drive away evil spirits.

However, according to what the weeping woman said, the people living on the island are only mortals and there are no monks.

It is not so easy for mortals to communicate with demons and ghosts through sacrificial rituals!

Yes, of course Fairy Yumeng didn't believe that the ones worshiped on Tianwai Island were immortals.

Not to mention that all the immortals have already ascended. Over the years, she has never heard that ascended immortals can still communicate with the lower world.

Even if you can get in touch, what are you doing looking for a mortal on such a remote island without looking for the Nine Great Sects?

She frowned and asked, "This sacrifice is the funeral held today?"

The weeping woman wanted to speak, but she had to cough violently for a while. She coughed so heartbreakingly, as if she wanted to cough out her lungs.

After a long time, the weeping lady's aura was visibly dimmed, and she barely stopped, and said weakly: "Although the sacrificial ritual was carried out, but for some reason, the twelve cities were cursed one by one, and our Zicheng was destroyed one after another. , before the accident, it was a big city second only to the capital, although the city lords of all generations tried their best to save themselves, they were still reduced step by step, and now only Zicun is left."

"And now, every five days in the village, there is a sacrifice."

"Whether male or female, young or old, the lottery is drawn for every family."

"So, there are fewer and fewer people in the village, and more and more vacant houses."

"If things go on like this, there will be nothing left of Zi Village."

"Since it's a sacrifice, why use the form of holding a funeral?" Fairy Yumeng pondered, "Besides, since the island has a long-standing habit of offering sacrifices, isn't there someone who specializes in this?"

The weeping lady breathed weakly and said: "I heard that there used to be special priests, but since the rules were changed, all of them have disappeared, but there are still a few things that the priests used before, and there are still a few left."

"This comb is one of them."

As she spoke, she struggled to take out a comb inlaid with gold and treasures from her sleeve.

After Fairy Yumeng saw it, her pupils shrank slightly: Magic weapon!

This turned out to be a magic weapon!

Although I don't know its specific effect, I can feel that this comb is filled with extremely majestic power.

Mortals can't use the slightest bit of this kind of power. How can this comb be mastered by this mere mortal village?

She couldn't help but wanted to reach out and snatch it right away, thinking that Zicun's origins hadn't been finished yet, and there were other questions that the woman needed to answer, so she reluctantly held back and signaled the weeping woman to continue.

The weeping woman seemed to be unable to even hold a comb, so it took her a while to put it away, and she continued: "Anyway, of the Twelve Cities back then, only our Zi Village is left. "

"Then the current rules in the village?" Fairy Yumeng tentatively asked, "Is it also passed down from the past?"

The weeping woman shook her head slightly. She seemed to be very tired. She said this sentence softly and slowly: "The village chief received instructions from the immortals during the sacrifice and decided. Girls, don't try to violate the rules, because those who violate the rules, It never ended well."

She suddenly smiled strangely, "Including, revealing the secrets of this village."

As soon as the words fell, Fairy Yumeng's pupils suddenly shrank: countless black spots quickly appeared on the exposed skin on the face and back of the hands of the weeping woman.

The next moment, the place where the black spot appeared quickly withered and rotted, and pus and blood began to flow out!

But at this time, the mourning woman still had a faint breath.

Seeing that her life was not long, Fairy Yumeng hurriedly asked the last question: "Does the immortal worshiped in the village have a name?"

She didn't believe that this so-called immortal was an ascended immortal god. He was probably a highly cultivated monk, pretending to be a ghost here!Although the opponent's methods are secretive, but the island has Suzhen and Innocence. This is a disciple of the great sect standing at the top of the Panya world. As long as you know the details of the opponent, you must have the means to deal with it.

"Immortal curse!" The weeping woman struggled and said, and then, the rotten flesh on her body began to fall off piece by piece.

Soon, all the flesh and blood fell off, leaving only a bare skeleton, but still maintained the posture of kneeling towards the shrine, unable to kowtow for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Fairy Yumeng was only slightly startled, but after realizing that she was fine, she immediately laughed easily.

In fact, even if the mourning woman is not dead now, she is not prepared to let the other party live after hearing what happened in the village.

Of course, bad things might happen to the villagers of this village.

Therefore, Fairy Yumeng wouldn't do it herself, and she brought the two casual practitioners outside during the Qi training period to help silence her.

Yesterday she falsely passed on Su Zhentian's order to let loose cultivators go to mourning, be a trumpeter, and carry coffins, but she certainly couldn't hide it from Qiao Ciguang, Shi Wanli and others.

But now, among the outsiders, she is the only one who has mastered the secret of Zi Village. As long as she uses this as a bargaining chip, Su Zhentian and the Liulian Dynasty can't touch her!

"People in the village will die if they tell this secret." Looking at the skeleton of the weeping woman, Fairy Yumeng calmly analyzed, "Besides, death is very scary compared to ordinary people."

"So, no one dares to say."

"Qiao Ciguang and Shi Wanli claim to be well-known and righteous, and the rules of the village are not to hurt the villagers. They have no way to know the secrets of the village."

"If you want to know the origin of the village, you can only come through me!"

"And want me to tell the secret"

"That's easy."

"As long as you protect me and leave this place safely, if you meet a chance, you can share half of it with me!"

Thinking of this, Fairy Yumeng smiled complacently, and stretched out her hand to take the magic comb out of the mourning woman's sleeve, but when she did it, thinking of the horror of looking up at the statue behind the curtain just now, she paused and reluctantly gave up this idea.

"This so-called immortal called 'curse' is probably vulnerable to Su Zhentian's eyes, but for a casual cultivator like me who lacks a complete inheritance, I'm afraid it's hard to guard against ghosts and monsters." Fairy Yumeng thought inwardly, "It's better not to It’s good to be adventurous, first go to Su Zhentian to negotiate a deal with the Liugai Dynasty, and then arrange other casual practitioners to pick it up, let them carry the magic weapon with them for a period of time, and it will be fine, I will take it back.”

Thinking of this, she casually cast two spells to cover the comb, then turned and left.