1245: C1245 Centennial rites(part iii)

C1245 Centennial rites(part iii)

In reality, not many people knew about the origins of the Death Village. After all, the mountain range was also a place where people rarely visited. The villagers here had always been living a peaceful life, and had never interacted with the outside world. However, looking at the matter of Death Village, this small village already had at least a thousand years of history.

At this moment, the sky above the Taiping Mountains was already starting to shine.

In Zhang Laixi's home, Zhang Laixi was currently standing behind his own daughter, Er Ni’er, and combing his hair.

The pair of rough hands that had been used for farming were now very gentle, as if afraid of hurting her daughter.

The entire room was filled with a silent atmosphere, neither Zhang Laixi nor the Er Ni’er said anything. There was no communication between the father and the daughter, only the mother and son sitting on the muddy ground in the courtyard.

The sound of crying floated into Zhang Laixi's ears. It was a painful and uncomfortable feeling.

Until the eastern sky started to brighten, only then did Zhang Laixi finish the work on his hands. Looking at his daughter in the copper mirror, Zhang Laixi couldn't help but cry once again.

As for the girl called Er Ni’er, she had an expression of acceptance of her fate.

Picking up the rouge and red paper in front of the dressing table, Er Ni’er forced a smile as he meticulously dressed himself up.

The Er Ni’er smiled bitterly and looked back at Zhang Laixi: "Daddy, don't be sad. Didn't you often teach us that life and death are decided by fate and wealth are within the heavens. I think that I won't be able to come back today. Since my brother is still young and Daddy's Mother's health is not too good, I hope both of you old people can be more serious after I go! "

As he said that, Er Ni’er suddenly stood up from the wooden chair that was already in tatters, and kneeled down towards Zhang Laixi.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

Three powerful kowtows.

"Thank you Daddy for giving me such feelings!"

"Thank you, Daddy, for bringing me up!"

"Thank you, Daddy, for your teachings!"

After the third head, the Er Ni’er did not even need Zhang Laixi's support as she stood in front of Zhang Laixi once again. Zhang Laixi, on the other hand, was crying as he looked at his daughter.

The corners of Zhang Laixi's mouth twitched continuously. He hugged his own daughter and said, "Sob, Sob, Sniff, Sniff, don't, don't blame your father. At this moment, your father wants nothing more than to die with you, but as the chief of the entire village, he was forced to do so. "This Hundred Year Rites is a tradition of our village, Abba, Abba …

"I understand, Daddy!"

The current Er Ni’er seemed abnormally sensible and sensible, but the more sensible she became, the more Zhang Laixi felt guilty.

After comforting Zhang Laixi, the girl called Er Ni’er left the courtyard. She first raised her head and looked at the rising sun, her beautiful eyes filled with unspeakable reluctance and love.

She knew that once tonight was over, this beautiful world would no longer be her concern.

As a seventeen or eighteen year old girl who was in the prime of her youth, Er Ni’er had once fantasized about her own future. She had also thought about marrying an ordinary husband and having a few cute children. But these ordinary desires had now become extravagant hopes for her.

It would be impossible to say that she did not have any hatred, nor was she unwilling. However, no matter how much hatred she harbored in her heart, what could she do? After all, she was just a seventeen or eighteen year old Little Girl.

Although Death Village was not a big village, it had already been held six times.

Every time the girl was chosen, she would think of running away, escape from this place, escape from this man-eating village. But unfortunately, no one has ever escaped from a successful one, they would still be caught, still facing death.

Today's Death Village, when the bright sun once again shone down from the east, every household began to get busy, preparing to welcome Centennial Rites, but at this moment, only Zhang Laixi's home was filled with wails and cries.

At the same time, the beautiful crabapple blossoms between Er Ni’er's brows also continued to shine under the sunlight, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

Even though they had been busy all night, at the moment, there were still many people walking around under Taiping Mountain's feet. The entire village's youngsters were still gathered here, guarding the various exits which led up and down the mountain.

As for the Taiping Mountain, Ye Qian and the Condor had comfortably rested for the entire night without anyone disturbing them.

"It's dawn!"2

Standing on a mountain range halfway up the mountain, Ye Qian was smiling with his brows raised, as he looked at the busy bird at the foot of the mountain.

Actually, Ye Qian already knew about the people from Death Village that surrounded the mountain last night. It was just that when facing this group of mortals, Ye Qian wasn't angry in the slightest, he only felt pity.

The Condor stood behind Ye Qian and asked softly: "Marshal Ye, we have also stayed in the Taiping Mountain for an entire day. Should we leave now and look for Beiming Lun's lair?"

Ye Qian laughed and waved his hand. "No rush, no rush. That monster has yet to leave the Swallow Mountain Range. When he returns, it will be too late for us to catch up! "

It had to be said that Ye Qian had done his job relatively safely, although the monster had only appeared in front of him for a moment, his divine sense had already locked onto the monster. As long as Beiming Lun's people could find him, or the monster could return by itself, then Ye Qian would be able to follow this route to find Beiming Lun and his laboratory.

Seeing Ye Qian being so calm, the Condor was suspicious again: "Marshal Ye, then, then what should we do now, we shouldn't be staying on this mountain!"

"Of course not, let's go down now. The group at the foot of the mountain must be getting impatient waiting for us."

As he said that, Ye Qian revealed a mysterious smile on his face, and then with large strides, he headed towards the foot of the mountain.

On the contrary, the Condor looked puzzled. It first glanced at Ye Qian's back, then looked at the heads of the villagers gathered at the bottom of the mountain as it muttered: "What's wrong with Marshal Ye? You clearly know that group of Death Village villagers are trying to catch us, yet you intentionally sent them over.

Although he said it like that, the Condor still followed closely behind Ye Qian. After all, to a powerful expert like the Condor, the farmers at the foot of the mountain were not a threat. At least for him.

Following Ye Qian's footsteps, the two of them hurriedly went down the mountain. However, before the two of them could exit the Taiping Mountains realm, they heard someone shout not too far away, "Men, men, those two outsiders have come out!

After the shout, fifteen to sixteen young and strong villagers surrounded them from all directions. Some of them had hammers in their hands while others had sticks in their hands as they surrounded Ye Qian and the Condor.

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