Chapter 1253 (1/2)

The Centennial ceremony of the village of the dead met with a heavy rain. Of course, the rainstorm was not natural, but man-made. And there is no one else who can do this, only Ye Qian.

At this moment, all the people in the village of dead people are in a daze, especially Zhang Laixi, the patriarch of the village.

Looking at the pouring rain pouring down into the village of the dead, Zhang Laixi's face was full of tears, and the whole person sat on the muddy ground like this: ”it's over, it's over. Heaven doesn't protect my village of dead people. Heaven doesn't help my village of dead people!”

At the moment, Zhang Laixi could not be said to be dispirited at all. Looking at the rain and dew on this day, and looking at the big fire that had already started, Zhang Laixi had been put out in this way, leaving only wisps of smoke and dust in the air, and the people in the village of the dead began to cry.

The Centennial ceremony of the village of the dead has lasted for 700 years, but there has never been such an abnormal phenomenon. It is a natural disaster for the people of the village.

But for Zhang quandan and Ernie on stage, this is obviously an opportunity, a gift from heaven.

”It's raining. It's raining. Ernie, do you see it? It's raining. The sky won't let you die!”

The rain drenched all the people on the scene, and also dampened their hopes. At this moment, Zhang Laixi and the villagers of the village of dead people looked at each other, but they didn't know what to do.

On the contrary, the eagle tilted his head and looked at Ye Qian with admiration.

”Niu, ye Shuai, you are really a cow!”

Others don't know what the rain is, but the eagle is clear. The sudden and timely rain was definitely written by Ye Qian in the eyes of the divine eagle. The eagle believed that there were coincidences in the world, but he did not believe that the coincidence in this world would be so coincidental.

At the moment, the eagle almost didn't pick up a thumb for ye Qian. That kind of worship was from the inside to the outside. After all, there were few people in the world who could easily summon such a torrential rain, or more accurately, the eagle had never seen anyone with such ability.

The torrential rain only lingered in the village of the dead for a moment, extinguished all the flames on the scaffold, and then stopped immediately.

However, under the downpour of rain, hundreds of villagers in the whole village seem to be drowned in water. Look at me, I look at you, all standing on the spot with a dull face.

And those young villagers with sticks and beating Zhang quandan back to Zhang Laixi's side.

At the moment, Zhang Laixi, as the head of the village of dead people, looked at the desolation after the autumn rain. He couldn't help but cry out and then wiped the rain off his face.

Standing by Zhang Laixi's side, Zhang San looked at Zhang Laixi with some sadness: ”patriarch, this, this sacrificial ceremony, still need to continue?”

Obviously, at the moment, Zhang San is also slightly shaking, and begins to think about Zhang Laixi's mind subconsciously.

”Go on, why not continue?”

Zhang Laixi was silent for a while, biting his teeth.

”But the patriarch, those firewood are all wet now, and it has just rained. I'm afraid the fire can't continue!”

Zhang Laixi was livid: ”the Centennial ceremony of my village of dead people is related to the safety of our village for one hundred years. Moreover, this rule has been handed down from generation to generation and can never be broken from my hands. What if we can't be burned by fire, we just have to sacrifice our sacrifices! ”

Then Zhang Laixi stretched out his hand and said, ”take the knife!”

Listening to Zhang Laixi's words, all the villagers were stunned, but some people stumbled forward and gave Zhang Laixi a sickle.