Lin Jing'an's face suddenly turned pale, and he hesitated: "This...this..."

Old Hou glanced at him and said, "If you don't want to, just carry your uncle's daughter and Lin Xiang's son~"

Lin Jing'an was trampled and hurt his feet. He opened his mouth, forced a smile, pretending to be confused: "This...it's what you mean...haha..."

"Hmph~" Old Hou snorted, shook his sleeves and turned around, took two steps and stopped again, and said, "I'm not good to observe the celestial phenomena. You can arrange people to go down earlier and prepare. Don't let the chaos rise tomorrow, drag me down.

!”

Lin Jingan was stunned, "Yeah~"

Old Hou strode away with his sleeves.

Lin Jingan pursed the corners of his lips, looked thoughtful, and he called someone in.

"village head?"

Lin Jingan raised his hand and signaled him to step forward, whispering a few instructions to the visitor.

The person who came was busy was busy and bowed down.

"Well, keep an eye on them, I always feel worried about Jiang Futing~" Lin Jing'an said.

"Yes, village chief~" A black shadow disappeared into the darkness.

———

Day 2

In the dungeon, the three of them sat against the stone wall. Jiang Futing looked at the dozen traces drawn in the corner, thinking in his heart that they must have been locked up for more than twenty hours, and it should be almost evening, right?

Haha, Jiang Futing's lips cursed. In the past few days, he had already noticed that the village chief's people followed him, just using tricks. He wanted to see what demon was behind the control of the village chief and Mr. Hou.

The Cheng family and his son were bored and sucked the hay to play.

A sound of footsteps came, Jiang Futing opened his eyes, and the Cheng family father and son also looked over.

Several figures came over, one of them was particularly familiar with Lin Dayong.

When he saw the three people in the dungeon, his eyes lit up, but because of the presence of others, he did not dare to step forward.

"Hurry up! Take the food." The villager in charge said.

“Yes~”

After the meal was checked, he was sent in. Several people left. Lin Dayong stared at the three of them, but was pulled away by the people beside him.

A faint voice came, "Brother Dayong, you're leaving soon. It's great if you can meet you. If others know, we won't be able to leave!"

"But, I haven't..."

"Brother Dayong, I'm leaving, I'm leaving~"

Several figures pulled away, and the three of them did not move as they watched the food being placed.

"Or why? Let's have something?" Cheng Da asked the two of them.

Jiang Futing stared for a moment, suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the rice with a few strokes, and soon took out a note from it.

When I opened the note, I saw that it said that they should not eat, and the food was filled with drugs.

The Cheng family father and son came over and saw it, and couldn't help but say, "Hey, you...how do you know that this rice..."

Jiang Futing curled the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "I saw Lin Dayong staring at the bowl of rice..."

"Haha, this Lin Dayong is really loyal!"

The three of them hid all the food while the villagers were still in the future and lay in the dungeon without knowing it.

In addition to the ancestral temple and ancestral tomb in Guimen Village, there is another place where the villagers in their village are not allowed to go up, and many of them don’t even know and know very little.

That is Tianmen, the Tianmen on Lion Mountain. It goes up the mountain to worship on October 15th every year.

Except for those chosen by Mr. Hou, ordinary villagers are not allowed to go to Shizi Mountain.

By the time Lin Sheng brought people, Jiang Futing and the other two had already fainted as they wished.

"Tie them up~" Lin Sheng ordered.

“Yes~”

Twenty people, Hao

It was vast and along the mountain road. After walking for an hour, everyone finally arrived at the top of the mountain before midnight.

Although Jiang Futing closed his eyes, his spiritual sense could see everything around him.

The top of the mountain is a square platform, with a stone door erected in the center, built with gravel and stones. The stones are painted black and exuding a scent of blood and coldness. There are five stone pillars around, and there are many messy stones on the ground outside the stone pillars.

.

"Tie them to the pillar!"

Looking at Jiang Futing's spiritual sense, Mr. Hou was wearing a mysterious and yellow Taoist robe and village chief Lin Jing'an whispered.

They were tied to a stone pillar, and the He family and his wife were dragged up to tie them up.

His spiritual sense drifted around, and suddenly he noticed that his eyes were staring at him. Jiang Futing realized that it was Mr. Hou in a blink of an eye.

Old Hou stared at him, and he seemed to notice something and slowly walked towards him.

Jiang Futing withdrew his spiritual sense in a moment, and Old Hou stood firmly in front of him, pulling the corner of his mouth, with a smile on his voice, "Young Master Jiang, since you don't have Chinese medicine, you don't have to put it on!"

In an instant, the surroundings became quiet, "..."

Jiang Futing opened his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Old Hou hasn't seen you for a long time~"

"Haha, you are almost dead, and you are still so calm. It's rare for you, a young man!" Mr. Hou said sarcastically.

Jiang Futing sniffed lightly, a hint of sneer flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised.

Old Hou's face changed slightly. He was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by the cry of several children.

"Wuwuwu, I want my mother! I want my mother!" Lin Sheng came over with a basket, and was at a loss for a moment.

"Hmph!" Boss Hou strode over and asked Lin Sheng to pick up the two little girls.

The two little girls are thin, with big eyes and look very similar, while the small ones are so thin that they are skinny that they can't even sit still.

"Woooooo, mom! mom!"

Old Hou had this face muscular, "Shut up!"

The wife of the He family woke up slowly. When she heard the child's crying, she was stunned at first, then looked over in panic and screamed: "Child, my child! What are you going to do?"

"What are you going to do? Don't you know the best? You dare to betray the Tianmen!" Old Hou walked over step by step.

Madam He's face turned pale a little bit, she shook her head and shouted, "No, it's not like this, I..."

"Woo woo..." She burst into tears in pain.

"Haha, all those who betray Tianmen will die!" Old Hou laughed wildly, his pair of sinister eyes stared at Jiang Futing and said, "All this is caused by you! You tempted them to betray God and betray them and gave them

The God of Longevity.”

"Oh~" Jiang Futing's lips raised, and he said with a little mockery: "Kill your brothers and sisters and borrow the lives of others to yourself. I want to see such an evil technique that is unwilling to be by the way of heaven.

Which god dares to do such a thing?!"

A large area of ​​dark clouds above the night sky retreated, revealing a round full moon, with blood scattered around it, and blood light came to the face, suppressing and suffocating.

The cold and unknown moonlight tilted down and fell on a stone door, illuminating the stone door made of piles of stones, which was charming, cold and terrifying.

Old Hou's face was extremely difficult to see, and pointed at Jiang Futing and said, "You...you..." Obviously he was very angry~

Jiang Futing curled his lips, his face unmoved, "What? Am I not telling the truth?"

Mr. Hou was choked in an instant and said nothing.

"Wow wow wow..." The child's crying sound mixed with the whirring cold wind.

The villagers who followed changed their color, their faces became pale, their expressions were nervous, and they looked around.

Jiang Futing stared at the changes in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly

.

Old Hou raised his hand, and a cold laugh rang out. He looked up at the full moon in the night sky. Blood was gradually gathering around him. The cold wind was blowing more and more fiercely, and black fog appeared above the altar.

"Ah~" The villagers knelt down in a hurry, all of them frightened.

"Ah, I'm here! Hurry up, set up the formation!" Old Hou's crazy face showed a little joy.

I saw more than a dozen disciples sitting cross-legged on the altar, lowering their heads and chanting mantras. As the mantras they recited, the red light under them vibrated greatly.

Jiang Futing and the Cheng family father and son looked at each other and soon realized that it was a formation, a formation that bound powerful evil forces.

"Soul, I will return to my lord's lord, and bless my boudoir..." Old Hou shook the copper bell, and the talisman paper waving out of his hand left with the wind.

Dozens of little disciples behind him were chanting the spells more and more urgently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The rocks shook, and the whole mountain seemed to shake. The wind blew the stones away, mixed with the exclamations of many villagers.

Jiang Futing's eyes were deep, and he felt a sense of pressure inexplicably, trying to swallow and suppress his power.
To be continued...