We Monsters Are Not Allowed to Be Single - Chapter 227

In the evening, it was time for the tired birds to return to their nests and the villagers to return home. The strong and strong men sharpened their long knives and lay in ambush where pedestrians must pass. When people passed by, they rushed away. The Shang quickly beheaded him, and then mingled with gold to retreat, and returned to the village happily with the head of the man.

When approaching the stockade, the men slammed into each other with long knives, which means to inform the people in the stockade that they have hunted the head and can prepare for the head sacrifice.

The left-behind villagers will sound the wooden drum. One is to inform the people in the village not to go up and down the river; the other is to inform those who have not yet returned to return to the village quickly. The headman in the village and the prestigious old man will bring red envelopes, a bowl of rice, and an egg to the holy place to prepare to meet the head. Waiting for the men to return with the hunted heads, they put the red envelopes on the heads and fed the rice and eggs to the heads to “eat”; then they prayed religiously and toasted the heads… Finally, it was a few women. Clean up the head while crying.

After the sacrifice of the head is over. Then the chief priest sent the head of the man to the holy place to be placed in the holy place amidst the roar of the villagers and the sound of wooden drums.

Afterwards, the chief priest will prepare a scalper to wash the knife, and slash the ox with a long knife that cuts the head. After the knife is “cleaned”, the scalp will be used to entertain the villagers.

—These are all the materials that Jiang Lan found when he was on his way to Yun Province.

But right now, the sound of soldiers’ Ge Zheng and the sound of wooden drums sounded one after another, obviously the head sacrifice was about to begin.

Jiang Ran quietly hid in the dense tree canopy, looking in the direction of the exit through the cracks in the branches. After waiting for about ten minutes, I saw a winding fire dragon stopped at the entrance of the Holy Land.

Then came the long and tedious head sacrifice.

The roar of the men and the weeping of the women were mixed in the wind in the mountains, and at first it sounded like a beast roaring.

After the sacrificial process was over, the group lifted their heads into the holy place.

Jiang Ran looked at it intently, and he saw a few familiar faces in the crowd—some elder sisters who had spoken to them, and old people sitting at the door smoking a hookah.

Faces that were once kind and harmless, at this time, under the intertwining of firelight and darkness, turned out to be extremely strange.

But Jiang Ran still couldn’t find their anomalies, and even couldn’t tell. The current situation is whether the stockade is too remote and backward, still quietly retaining the old customs of the hunter’s head sacrifice, or they are the ancient Wa people in the video.

The speculation before coming was all overturned at this moment.

In front of Jiang Ran’s eyes, it was clearly a group of living villagers who were so real that they could not be distinguished.

Jiang Ran’s heart sinks slightly. Seeing that the sacrifice is coming to an end, the villagers are ready to return, so they move quietly among the branches, preparing to return to the village first.

It’s just that when he moved, a black shadow on the branch not far away also flashed in an instant. Before he could see it clearly, it was no longer visible.

Jiang Ran swayed between chasing the past and taking a look and going back to the stockade first, but he chose to go back first—Song Yu was still in the stockade.

Even he didn’t realize the abnormality of the stockade and the villagers, and Song Yu was bound to be kept in the dark. He was a little worried that something would happen if the other party stayed alone in the stockade.

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When he hurried back to the village before the villagers, Jiang Ran saw that the lights were still on in every household at this time.

A bonfire was lit in the square in the middle of the stockade. An old scalper was tied under the big tree at the entrance of the village. A few of them were sitting around the bonfire. Among them was Song Yu.

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Jiang Ran messed up the clothes, turned on the flashlight, walked forward pretending to be lost and just found it, pretending to be surprised: “It’s really you, I thought I went to another stockade.”

He sat down beside Song Yu, his eyes calmly swept across a few villagers, gasping for breath, and then he asked Song Yu for water.

Song Yu didn’t know why, but he still cooperatively handed him a cup of tea: “Didn’t you say that you just walk around the stockade? I was thinking that if you don’t come back, I will ask the people in the stockade to help you find you.”

Jiang Ran took a sip of his tea and smiled: “I originally wanted to turn around and go back, but when I got off the road, it was dark again. If I hadn’t brought a compass and a flashlight, I almost couldn’t come back.”

“Fortunately, when I was spinning around in the woods, I saw light in this direction, so I followed the light.” He asked casually, “Why are you still not asleep?”

“Tonight, we are going to slaughter cattle and set up a table in the stockade.” An old man sitting across from Jiang Ran said cheerfully in a strong dialect.

Jiang Ran knew what he had said, but Song Yu’s expression was a little weird.

After the two of them found an excuse to go back to the house, he hesitated and said to Jiang Ran: “I think something is wrong in the stockade. Why is their formation like a sacrifice?”

Song Yu’s cultivation level was not high, but he was cautious. When he was chatting around the village in the evening, he noticed that the villagers were very emotional, and it seemed that there was something big in the village. After dark, he returned to the house, and has been quietly paying attention to the movement in the residence and the stockade. He noticed that every household in the stockade was lit, and no one was asleep.

Around eight o’clock, there was the sound of metal clank and drums outside, and the villagers also boiled. The more Song Yu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he pretended to be awakened and went to sit in front of the campfire.

Until Jiang Ran came back, he was trying to talk about it, but no matter what he asked, the villagers just made a vague mouthful, and did not mention the sacrificial rites.

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“It’s the head sacrifice, there is a problem with the stockade.” Jiang Ran affirmed his guess, and briefly told him about the head sacrifice in the Holy Land.

Guessing is one thing, and guessing confirmed is another.

Song Yu opened his mouth and murmured in disbelief, “This is the ‘Ancient Wa’ we’re looking for? But they seem to be normal ordinary people.”

“I thought those’Ancient Wa people’ were some kind of projected illusions, or they weren’t people at all…”

These villagers are obviously ordinary people, but how can they be ancient Wa people?

“Could it happen that this stockade is remote and backward, and still retains the old custom of head sacrifice?” Song Yu asked.

“It’s not impossible.”

Jiang Ran also considered the possibility that Song Yu mentioned, but he did not have a fluke mentality: “But I think it is more likely that these villagers are the ‘Ancient Wa people’.”

It is even possible that after entering the mountain, they have entered the overlapping space unconsciously.

Jiang Ran took out his phone and took a look, but there was still no signal;

Upon seeing this, Song Yu also glanced at the phone, and then turned the screen to him, like a blank space: “I checked the time not long after entering the mountain. Although the signal was poor at that time, there was still some.”

Both of them focused only on the sunset, and everyone paid special attention to the time. When the mobile phone signal was not available, no one could tell.

Song Yu held the cell phone with no signal, his expression a little anxious.

“If you come, you will be at ease.” Jiang Ran soothed when he saw it, “I will send you out of the village first tomorrow morning. After you go out, you will immediately notify the branch office where there is a signal, and then try to see if it is possible. Come in, if you can’t, you’ll just go back. I’ll wait for you for an hour. If you don’t come back after an hour, you can’t come in again if you go out. I’ll stay in the stockade for five days, no matter if you find someone , I will be out in five days.”

“Aren’t you going out with me?” Song Yu was stunned.

“No, you may not be able to come in again after going out.”

Jiang Ran shook his head and made arrangements in an orderly manner: “If you can’t go back to the stockade tomorrow, let your director contact Ying Qiao and tell them for me so they don’t worry.”

Song Yu was a little uneasy when he learned that he was going back alone. But before he came, the director had explained to him that Jiang Ran had a private business to do during his trip, and he didn’t need to interfere with him.

Thinking about the other party’s gluttony, he could only suppress his worries and sensibly obeyed the arrangement.

…

Early the next morning, Song Yu asked to go back in a hurry on the excuse that something had happened at home, while Jiang Ran said that his gathering hadn’t ended yet, so he wanted to stay for a while, so he sent Song Yu down the mountain.

The author has something to say:

Greedy Zai (sighs): The mountains are poor and partial. There is no supper and no takeaway.

Song Yu: Huh?

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Good night everyone~

ps: Baidu Encyclopedia for reference to related content of the Wa people’s head sacrifice.

Chapter 182:

Getting out of the village is easier than expected. The villagers did not do too much to stop them, but enthusiastically sent them to leave the village.

Song Yu was a little bit guilty in his heart, but seeing that the villagers did not stop them from leaving, and he was a little uncertain. On the way down the mountain, he still said to Jiang Ran, “I still think these villagers are similar to the ancient Wa people. Can’t catch it up.”

There is really no place in speech and act that can match the terrifying and eerie ancient Wa people in the video.

If it hadn’t been for Jiang Ran to see the head sacrifice in the Holy Land with his own eyes, he would probably have doubts about honor.

These villagers are too ordinary, except for the weird head sacrifice last night, other times, the villagers are enthusiastic and harmless.

But no matter how normal or harmless the villagers look, Jiang Ran still believes the scene he saw with his own eyes.

After all, facts speak louder than words.

Jiang Ran shook his head, thinking that Song Yu was about to leave soon, so he didn’t say much to him, only reminded him to pay attention to the mobile phone signal.

When the two reached halfway up the mountain, Song Yu’s cell phone signal space finally faintly jumped out, but quickly jumped back to the space.

He raised his phone in surprise and said: “It seems that there is a signal!”

Jiang Ran paused, stood still and raised his chin at him: “You can go ahead and try again.