Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert

After finishing the day's trip, the tourists returned to the B&B building to rest. Tomorrow is their last day in Haiyan Village. After the Yan Haishen Festival ceremony is over, they will embark on their return journey.

Feng Nian tapped Zhou Yurong a few times from the side. Tomorrow's ceremony was full of people and mixed, so she must be careful about Hou Chuan and Hou Xia tomorrow. Zhou Yurong told her that the two children were wearing positioning watches, and he would pay more attention .

——

The missing moon was reflected on the dark water, and the moonlight was not enough to illuminate the whole land, only the whistling sea breeze and the rushing water flow could be heard.

Haiwanzi is indeed as the villagers of Haiyan Village said, it is fast-moving, and there are a few small eddies rolled up on the water from time to time.

The mountain road was carved out bit by bit along the cliff, next to the foot of the mountain. Tomorrow, the twenty-four-year-old men in Haiyan Village will race on this mountain road with their pigs on their backs to see who can reach the top of the mountain the fastest.

Looking from the top of Haiwanzi, the lights of Xuantian Great Emperor Temple were more than the night before, and there were lights flickering from time to time. It was because the village chief asked people to step up patrols to walk back and forth with lights. The whole pigs, sugar lions, and paper sacrifices needed for tomorrow's ceremony are all concentrated in the temple, and there is no room for any mistakes.

Feng Nian blew the sea breeze on the top of the mountain for nearly 20 minutes, but found nothing unusual. It seems that all of this will not be solved until the Yan Haishen Festival comes tomorrow.

——

Early in the morning, the tour guide asked all the tourists to get up. Today is earlier than the other two days, because the Yan Haishen Festival is about to open.

According to the tradition of Haiyan Village in other years, outsiders were not allowed to visit, but today this tradition was broken. The villagers of Haiyan Village set up a line early in the morning, and tourists can stop outside the line to watch the ceremony.

Feng Nian looked around and found that Hou Chuan and Hou Xia were rubbing their eyes and following closely beside Zhou Yurong. Other tourists watched the ceremony curiously, occasionally raising their cameras and mobile phones.

In addition to 180 whole pigs, there are also freshly made sugar lions and potted plants in the temple. These potted plants are made of red dates, lotus seeds, peanuts, and yuba, which imply good luck. There is a sweet taste in the air.

The village head took the lead and began to read some obscure language in front of the Xuantian Emperor Temple. It is said that this is the word passed down to pray for blessings.

After the village chief prayed, he inserted the incense candles in the incense burner, which represented the beginning of the ceremony.

With an order, the young men in Haiyan Village picked up the pigs one after another and rushed to the top of the mountain in Haiwanzi. Other villagers shouted for support, and many tourists also joined in.

Looking from a distance, on the winding mountain path, white dots are running forward non-stop. Every now and then a white dot jumps over another white dot.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Feng Nian watched the movements of Haiwanzi. She noticed that there were more and more whirlpools in Haiwanzi, but the people in Haiyan Village didn't notice. Their attention was all attracted by the big pig competition.

Walking in the direction of the vortex in the bay, she found that there was a place on the top of the mountain that was sunken down, but it was difficult to be found because it was covered by a huge banyan tree.

She went down along the trunk of the banyan tree. There was a rope thick as an index finger on the trunk of the banyan tree. There were signs of wear and tear on the rope, indicating that someone had gone down the rope just now.

After reaching the bottom of the banyan tree, she realized that this place is actually an empty platform, and all the vortices are coming in this direction. This is a very hidden platform. The village chief and his two sons were on this platform at this time, and they kept looking down the platform.

"Hua la, hua la," suddenly there were two splashes of water in the vortex, as if something had come out of the water.

The boss stepped forward to take a look, and suddenly fell to the ground. He pointed to the water, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.

Faintly, I saw two female corpses floating in the place where the noise was made just now!

They were facing upwards, with their eyes wide open, as if they were looking directly at the village chief and others on the platform. The long hair floats on the water, the skin is livid, and it is particularly creepy...

The youngest also noticed the female corpse floating up from the vortex in the bay, he was calmer than the eldest, "Dad, it's them, but it's been eight years, why is this corpse—"

He didn't finish his sentence, because the two corpses had been soaked in the bay for eight years, how could they be intact, except for the skin was livid, the skin didn't appear to have been soaked in water and swelled at all, which was too weird .

"Shut up," the village chief calmed down under the blowing of the sea breeze. No matter how weird the situation they were facing now, they couldn't stop. "Put them back to the bottom of the sea with a bamboo pole."

"I see who dares?" A slightly hoarse voice sounded. This is an old man with a stooped figure and a slightly hunched back, with white hair, slightly dark skin, and slightly sunken cheeks, but his eyes are very energetic. He is Ma Tongbin, the old horse that Feng Nian has been looking for~www.wuxiax.com~ The youngest is the first to realize, "Who am I? It turns out to be a stinky paper maker. Why, I put you two together." What can you do if your daughter is going down into the bay?"

As soon as his words fell, his eyes went dark, and he was punched in the face by the old horse, and hit the ground heavily.

Seeing this, the boss hurriedly got up and stood in front of the village head.

It turned out that the two female corpses that had just emerged from the bay were Lao Ma's twin daughters, Ma Qiubao and Ma Qiubei. Eight years ago, the two of them died in this bay. If you take a closer look, you will find that their faces are exactly the same as those of the two paper figures.

"Old Ma, don't be ungrateful, Haiyan Village has already let you go, you shouldn't meddle in your own business." The village chief came out from behind the boss, and he faced the old horse, as if he was not worried that the old horse would treat him hands on.

"Today, don't anyone try to stop me. I must take my two daughters away?" The old horse has been waiting for eight years for this day. No matter what, he must put his pair in the bay. The daughter who has been floating for eight years is taken away.

Seeing that the old horse was obsessed with obsession, the village chief waved his hand, and eight burly villagers came out from the shadows. He wouldn't just come with his two sons, he brought other people with him. Behind these people were two fishing rafts, which were decorated with many flowers, and there were two children lying on them, they were Hou Chuan and Hou Xia. Their eyes were closed, their lips were painted bright red, and their cheeks were also painted with blush, as if they had fallen asleep.

"It seems that every eight years, your Haiyan Village will give Yan Haishen a pair of twins?" Feng Nian came out from the dark, and she seemed to understand why the youngest daughter-in-law heard that she was pregnant with twins, Her face turned pale, because her father-in-law, the village chief, would definitely sacrifice her child for the sake of the village.