Chapter 1187 (1/2)

”Probably.” T-shirt man nodded, then turned to the bearded police chief who had been guarding the door and said, ”go to Huba village.”

Soon, two police cars pulled out of the alley and drove along the mountain road.

”Huba village is a local indigenous village in Hong Kong. It's very remote. People in the village seldom communicate with the outside world. It's said that it's thousands of years old. Until now, there are still some very old traditional customs, such as archery and sacrifice to the God of water.”

”Thousands of years?” I was surprised to hear that.

Chinese civilization has a long history of 5000 years. However, it has always been centered on the Central Plains. Even coastal cities are rarely populated for a long time. Hong Kong is even worse. How could there be a village that has existed for thousands of years?

The sheriff heard the surprise in my voice and said with a smile, ”it is said that the village had existed since the Qin Dynasty. Later, some experts went to investigate it. There are indeed some relics of the Qin Empire.”

He said that I was more suspicious. Is there any connection between the water monsters in the river and this ancient village?

After walking along the mountain road for more than an hour, the police car stopped at the foot of a hill.

The mountain is not high, but it is very steep. A Hong mountain spring winds and twists and turns around this small mountain for most of the circle, which makes it to the distance.

”This is the source of the river!” The sheriff turned the map in his hand and said.

We got out of the car and walked slowly along the rugged mountain road. After walking for a long time, I turned around a lush farmland and suddenly a small village appeared in front of me.

The place is surrounded by mountains and towering, just like a huge bowl. The village is located at the bottom of the bowl.

The village is not big, with 20 or 30 households at most. The houses are also very shabby. Most of them are made of local materials and stacked with stones. At a glance, it's no different from the stone village built by Buyi people. No one would expect such a simple village to be located in Hong Kong, the most prosperous area in Asia.

Dangdang Dang!

As we walked along the path, a very clear bell rang suddenly.

”What's the matter? Is it said that this village is extremely exclusive, and it will ring a bell to warn at the sight of outsiders entering? ” It's very strange in my heart, but after all, there are several police officers accompanying me, but I'm not very afraid.

Dang! Clam!

The bell continued to ring, the sound went away, hit the surrounding mountains, and there were echoes.

We followed the mountain road and set foot on a high place in front of the village. At once, we saw the whole picture of the village, and at the same time, we saw a very strange scene!

There is a high platform in the middle of the small village. Under the platform, there are hundreds of people kneeling on their knees. Everyone is very devout, motionless and deeply bowed. On the stage stood an old lady with a wrinkled face, a robe embroidered with strange patterns, a very strange pointed hat on her head, and a black crutch, singing loudly.

Her voice was very strange, high and low, like a witch in the middle ages, singing some incantations.

Dang!

There was another ringing bell. She put down her crutch and reached forward.

A kneeling in the last row of women, hurriedly climbed up, holding the baby whistling, step by step onto the platform.

What does the old lady seem to be praying for?

Then he took something out of his pocket and put it on the baby's neck with great solemnity.