I survive in the weird Liaozhai

The 5th day of the 7th month of the th year of Dingwu, at the hour of Mao ( to o'clock in modern times).

Daqian, Anyang County, Langhuan County, Yuntai Village, north of Xiaoqingfeng.

The sun was setting and the sky was getting dark. A group of three people from Qingyang Temple stood quietly in an open space on the west side of the "Heavenly Questions" formation, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Taoist master Qi Yuan wore a feather crown and his face was covered with special oil paint. He looked at the "Heavenly Questions" formation in front of him with a twitching eye.

This was not the first time he came to this place, but every time he came, he felt scared.

There are piles of earth and wooden men everywhere. What the hell is the difference between this place and a mass grave?

The little girl Caixi, who also had a little oil paint on her face, had a rosy face and from time to time she glanced at her senior brother Jingli next to her with a dodgy look.

The clothes she will be wearing during the dance will be a little revealing, and the little girl feels a little shy dancing in front of her senior brother in such clothes.

Without paying much attention to the two people with strange expressions, Gu Nian'an took out a flint from his arms and walked straight to the two piles of firewood that had been prepared long ago.

It is already the twelfth lunar month. Although Anyang County is located in the southern part of Daqian, it is still a bit cold in winter.

He didn't mind practicing martial arts all year round, his body was absolutely in great shape, and this little bit of cold was just a drizzle to him.

But my junior sister and master are both old and young. If they really get hurt by the cold, it will be difficult to deal with them.

After waiting for a while for the fire to be lit and changing their clothes, the three of them took their positions.

The sun gradually dims, and the moon is just a silhouette

It is now three quarters past the hour of Mao, the critical moment when the sun sets and the moon rises, and heaven and earth meet.

"Boom"

As Gu Nian'an's drumstick fell heavily, a deafening drum sound spread throughout the mountains and forests.

The "Heavenly Questions" formation is officially launched.

Taoist Qi Yuan, who was standing on the altar in the center of the formation, had already taken off his plain Taoist robe and was wearing a five-colored brocade robe. His body was covered with colorful decorations. He was barefoot, with a solemn expression as he held the black and white spirit crystal in his hands high above his head.

After a while, the old Taoist slowly spoke, and one obscure and difficult to understand yet solemn and sacred word after another echoed in the empty forest.

As the Taoist master Qi Yuan spoke, the little girl Cai Xi at the northwest corner of the altar also officially began to dance.

I saw the little girl Caixi wearing a colorful gauze dress and her hair was thick and black, as if dyed with ink.

Her movements are light and rhythmic, like a fish playing in the water or a bird flying freely in the sky.

The ribbons on her cuffs became flexible and changeable in her hands, like pen and ink dancing on paper.

Her arms made a sound as the ribbons fluttered in the wind, looking both elegant and agile.

At this moment, the little girl Caixi seemed like the most beautiful elf in nature. Her every move was closely connected with the mountain environment and integrated into one.

Gu Nian'an, who was standing at the northeast corner of the altar, had his muscular upper body naked, his body and face covered in oil paint, and was holding a heavy drumstick in his hand. Whenever there was a pause in Taoist Qi Yuan's sacrificial speech, he would beat the drum in response.

In fact, Gu Nian'an could not understand the language of the Guqiu Kingdom, but he had a good memory and remembered the nodes of the sacrificial words and the drum sounds clearly.

Whenever Taoist Qi Yuan read the key points of the sacrificial speech, he would react in time and beat the drum in response.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The sound of drums echoed among the mountains and forests, and the Taoist priest's words of sacrifice became increasingly louder.

The sacrifice was already halfway through and nothing unusual had occurred.

Ah!

That's right, he made the whole witch formation look like this. Even if the creator was resurrected, he might not be able to recognize it.

If this sacrifice could be successful, even the coffin lids of those lunatics in Guqiu Country might not be able to suppress their resentment.

Anyway, he wasn't doing this to get any revelation from heaven or earth, he just wanted to make Taoist Qi Yuan happy.

When he has the time and financial resources in the future, he can make improvements and create version 2.0 or 3.0 of the "Heavenly Questions" formation. This time he can just treat it as an early trial.

Gu Nian'an was daydreaming while responding to the Taoist's drumming.

"Boom"

The eighty-first drum beat sounded.

Suddenly, an inexplicable heavy pressure descended upon him. Gu Nian'an's body swayed, and he quickly pressed the edge of the drum with his left hand, and finally managed to stabilize his body by exerting force with his legs.

The sudden change made Gu Nian'an quickly come back to his senses. He felt a bit dazed for a moment as he realized the heavy pressure that was continuing to be placed on him.

What the hell is going on?

This "Heavenly Questions" formation can't be real, but it doesn't make sense. The venue is random, materials are scarce, and there are not enough people.

He simplified the formation into such a mess, and yet he still succeeded? You must be kidding.

"Boom"

Another drumbeat sounded.

Hearing the sound, Gu Nian'an's expression changed drastically. The moment he realized that there was something wrong with the formation, he decided not to continue.

but……

But he was horrified to find that his hands seemed to be somewhat out of control.

No, not only that, he tried with all his strength to loosen the drumstick that was tightly grasped in his right hand.

However, it was of no use.

"Boom, boom, boom"

One drumbeat after another echoed in the empty mountain forest. Every time the drumbeat sounded, he could feel the pressure on him continuing to rise.

"Boom"

The eighty-seventh drum beat sounded, and at this moment he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his bones crackling under the heavy burden. Gu Nian'an knew that if he continued like this, he would be crushed into meat paste before the end of the sacrifice.