Chapter 1158: Crying Stone Ascends to Heaven

In Kushi Village, Hong Hai was holding a book of five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation, sitting in the corner, stroking a stone with one hand.

"Cui Lan, this book is really magical, especially the Chinese history in it, which is really memorable."

"I told you about the wordless stele yesterday, and today I will tell you something else... Let me see..."

"It was really shocking that the little friend could write such a strange book last time, but I don't understand many of the contents, and I need to think about it carefully..."

Looking at Hong Hai talking to himself, Mu Su, the head of Kushi Village, stood helplessly beside him. Behind him, dozens of villagers were busy building a high platform in the wind and snow, and the high platform was surrounded by various props for sacrifice.

"This snow... is really depressing." Mu Su looked up at the gloomy sky and tightened his clothes.

"Village head, the things for sacrifice are almost ready, and we can start." A villager shouted.

Mu Su nodded and said, "Light the incense. After one stick of incense, the sacrifice will officially begin. I'll go call Master Hong."

The next moment, Mu Su came to Hong Hai and said in a deep voice, "Master Hong, this year's sacrifice is about to begin."

Hong Hai slowly came to his senses after hearing this and glanced at the high platform in the distance.

"Another year has passed... Cui Lan..." Hong Hai said softly, his eyes red, put away the book, and slowly stood up.

Under the gaze of the villagers, Hong Hai slowly walked towards the altar.

The wind and snow were howling, and every time Hong Hai took a step, the surrounding villagers shouted. The more than ten villagers in the lead held torches, and the light of the fire reflected on Hong Hai's face, turning his tears into a fiery red color.

When he came to the altar, Hong Hai looked at the countless paper figures on the stage, took a deep breath, and slowly knelt down. Seeing this, Mu Su and the villagers knelt down together.

"The crying stone has spirits. A year has passed. Today, on a snowy day, I pray that the souls of the floating stone can be liberated. I pray to the heavens to fulfill the wishes of the people here." Hong Hai shouted loudly, his voice trembling, intertwined with the sound of the wind and snow, like the most sad cry in the world.

Mu Su and the people heard the words and shouted in unison: "We wish for only one thing! With our lives! In exchange for the souls of the dead! I pray for the heavens to fulfill it!"

As soon as the voice fell, Hong Hai led the people of the crying stone village to kowtow to the high platform.

After three kowtows, Hong Hai stood up tremblingly and took the torch from Mu Su.

"Another year, I don't know how many more years it will take." Hong Hai sighed.

Mu Su heard the words and said softly: "Maybe this year is the last time."

"I say this every year, and let these dead souls wait every year..." Hong Hai said, slowly lighting the paper man on the altar with a torch.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the flames surged, and the paper figures turned into ashes and were blown away by the cold wind.

Floating to the unknown place of heaven and earth, falling into the sad heart of the mortal world.

Looking at the paper figures dissipating in the flames, Hong Hai's eyes turned red, and he said softly: "Next year, there will be more paper figures... This platform will be higher, higher... Maybe the heaven will be able to see it."

Mu Su nodded when he heard this, and was about to continue to comfort him, and then he heard a series of exclamations in his ears.

"Look! What is that!"

"The sacrifice worked! It must be that our prayers worked! All the crying stones are different! Is that flame!"

When Hong Hai heard this, he was stunned at first, and then he turned his head suddenly, and found that the crying stones in the entire crying stone village were covered by a layer of ghost energy like golden flames.

"This! This is!" Seeing this, Hong Hai's pupils shrank, and he rushed to the crying stone where Cui Lan was, and looked carefully.

"This is ghost energy! Whose ghost energy is so different... This... What on earth is going on..." Hong Hai shouted excitedly, his eyes were already red.

"Boom!"

The next moment, under the influence of ghost energy, cracks appeared on the crying stone, and shadows rushed out along the cracks and flew over the crying stone village.

In the crying stone village, Hong Hai sat in the corner with a five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation, stroking a stone with one hand.

"Cui Lan, this book is really amazing, especially the Chinese history in it, which is really memorable."

"I told you about the wordless stele yesterday, today I will tell you something else... let me see..."

"It was really shocking that the friend last time could write such a strange book, but I don't understand many of the contents, I need to think about it carefully..."

Looking at Hong Hai talking to himself, the village chief of Kushi Village, Mu Su, stood helplessly beside him. Behind him, dozens of villagers were busy building a high platform in the wind and snow, and the high platform was surrounded by various props for sacrifice.

"This snow... is really depressing." Mu Su looked up at the gloomy sky and tightened his clothes.

"Village chief, the sacrificial items are almost ready, we can start." A villager shouted.

Mu Su nodded and said, "Light the incense. After one stick of incense, the sacrifice will officially begin. I'll go call Master Hong."

The next moment, Mu Su came to Hong Hai and said in a deep voice, "Master Hong, this year's sacrifice is about to begin."

Hong Hai slowly came to his senses after hearing this and glanced at the high platform in the distance.

"Another year has passed... Cui Lan..." Hong Hai said softly, his eyes red, put away the book, and slowly stood up.

Under the gaze of the villagers, Hong Hai slowly walked towards the altar.

The wind and snow howled, and every time Hong Hai took a step, the surrounding villagers shouted. The more than ten villagers in the lead held torches, and the light of the fire reflected on Hong Hai's face, turning his tears into a fiery red color.

When he came to the altar, Hong Hai looked at the countless paper figures on the stage, took a deep breath, and slowly knelt down. Seeing this, Mu Su and a group of villagers knelt down on the ground together.

"The crying stone has a spirit. A year has passed. Today, on a snowy day, I pray that the soul of the floating stone can be liberated, and ask the heaven to fulfill the wishes of the people here." Hong Hai shouted loudly, his voice trembling, intertwined with the sound of the wind and snow, like the most sad cry in the world.

Mu Su and a group of people heard the words and shouted in unison: "What we wish in our hearts! There is only one thing! With our lives! In exchange for the liberation of the dead soul! Ask the heaven to fulfill it!"

After the voice fell, Hong Hai led the people of the crying stone village to kowtow to the high platform together.

After three kowtows, Hong Hai stood up tremblingly and took the torch from Mu Su.

"Another year, I don't know how many more years it will take." Hong Hai sighed.

Hearing this, Mu Su whispered: "Maybe this year is the last time."

"Every year, I say this, and every year, these dead souls wait in vain..." Hong Hai said, slowly lighting the paper man on the altar with a torch.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the flames surged, and the paper man turned into ashes and was blown away by the cold wind.

Floating to the unknown place of heaven and earth, falling into the sad heart of the mortal world.

Looking at the paper man dissipating in the flames, Hong Hai's eyes turned red, and he whispered: "Next year, there will be more paper men... This platform will be higher, higher... Maybe the Heavenly Dao will be able to see it."

Hearing this, Mu Su nodded, and was about to continue to comfort him, and then he heard a series of exclamations in his ears.

"Look! What is that!"

"The sacrifice worked! Our prayers must have worked! All the crying stones are different! Is that fire?"

Hong Hai was stunned when he heard this, then he turned his head suddenly and found that all the crying stones in the entire Weeping Stone Village were covered by a layer of ghost energy like golden flames.

"This! This is!" Seeing this, Hong Hai's pupils shrank, and he rushed to the crying stone where Cui Lan was, and looked carefully.

"This is ghost energy! Whose ghost energy is so different... This... What is going on..." Hong Hai shouted excitedly, his eyes were already red.

"Boom!"

The next moment, under the influence of the ghost energy, cracks appeared on the crying stones, and shadows rushed out along the cracks and flew over the Weeping Stone Village.