Reborn in the 1980s: Nine Stunning Beauties Get Pregnant Before Marriage

He couldn't help with repairing the altar; protecting it was his job.

Chen Yongqiang was not idle either; he began to survey the surrounding terrain and prepare for any emergencies.

Soon, two rows of footprints came into Chen Yongqiang's view.

He crouched down, measured the area with his hands, and noticed several hoof prints scattered on the snow: "These are tracks left by roe deer and foxes. These small animals are harmless."

Chen Yongqiang continued his search down the more secluded rock face, but found something unusual in another spot.

The snow was stained a dark brown in large areas, and messy footprints of varying depths mixed with drag marks.

Those were the paw prints of wolves, surrounding a mess of struggling marks belonging to a deer.

Clearly, a pack of wolves had recently surrounded and killed a deer here.

"A pack of wolves! This is getting a bit troublesome!"

Chen Yongqiang knew very well that wolves were powerful enough to pose a threat to humans.

"These wolves had better not come out and cause trouble tonight!"

Otherwise, he would have no choice but to go on a killing spree.

Just as Chen Yongqiang was surveying the terrain and eliminating potential hazards, the wild boar that he had previously released suddenly rushed into the mysterious cave in a panic.

Suddenly, a cloud of black smoke emerged from the darkness, and the smoke, which seemed to have a physical form, enveloped the wild boar, which weighed over 200 pounds.

No matter how much the wild boar screamed and struggled, it was all in vain. It was slowly dragged into the depths of the cave by the thick, inky smoke, and finally disappeared into the darkness.

Only a messy drag mark remained. Everything returned to deathly silence.

Amidst the howling wind, Chen Yongqiang heard a faint hiss, like the mournful cry of a wild boar.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sweeping towards the depths of the valley from which the sound of the wind came, but then the sound abruptly disappeared.

"Something can't go wrong at the altar; we need to go back and check."

When Chen Yongqiang returned, the altar had already been restored to its original state by the Hu family.

The stone platform glows faintly, blending back into its surroundings.

Hu Chuyao was slowly dancing around the campfire, her steps strange, and she was chanting syllables that Chen Yongqiang couldn't understand.

Hu Jiuhua quietly walked to Chen Yongqiang's side: "Young friend Yongqiang, after nightfall, please keep a close eye on those two sacrificial sheep, and make sure no wild beasts get close and snatch them away. Leave the rest to us."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of the sheep." Chen Yongqiang accepted the task.

The winter sun sets early, disappearing behind the mountains before five o'clock in the evening.

Under Yang Dahai's organization, the villagers of Shimen Village gradually gathered at the village's grain drying ground.

Several children were gathered around by the adults, their eyes fixed on the unusual objects on the sidelines: a three-barreled gun and a bunch of firecrackers.

Yang Dahai stood beside the woodpile, holding a bronze gong in his hand.

He saw the village's oldest man, Grandpa Yang, being helped to sit on a bench, so he went over to him.

"Grandpa! We've prepared enough firewood. According to the traditions passed down from our ancestors, we've also sprinkled ashes in the four corners of the threshing ground."

Grandpa Yang looked up at the distant Qinglong Mountain before slowly speaking, "Sixty years ago... it was a similar setup. Your grandfather used to beat the gong right here."

"Haiwazi, the time, the rules, nothing can be wrong. That thing... recognizes these things."

"Grandpa, I know what's important. Someone will keep an eye on the fire and make sure it doesn't go out." Yang Dahai is a village official, so he shouldn't believe in these things, but Qinglong Mountain is different from other places.

As Yang Taigong listened, he simply nodded slowly and began to turn the rosary beads in his hand, which had already developed a patina from handling, once again.

Hujia Village, located a dozen miles away from Shimen Village, presents a completely different scene.

The drying ground in the village had already been cleared out, and intricate patterns were drawn on the ground with sifted fine white ash, with an octagonal altar outline in the center.

The men, women, and children who remained in Hujia Village stood quietly within the designated area.

The ceremony was presided over by Hu Chuyao's cousin, Hu Changlin, a man who was nearly seventy years old.

At the same time, the sound of the King Wen Drum echoed from the Wind Howling Valley deep within Qinglong Mountain.

Chen Yongqiang held a Type 56 rifle and stood not far away, his gaze sweeping over the two still quiet goats.

"I hope everything goes well tonight."

He had made ample preparations to prevent the Xi Beast from harming people.

However, the scent of the two goats still attracted the wolf pack.

The two sheep became restless, their hooves constantly pounding the snow on the ground.

Chen Yongqiang cautiously looked around and spotted several pairs of green eyes among the pile of rocks not far away.

"Those beasts, they've come after all!"

He gripped the gun in his hand even tighter.

These wolves are very cunning; they only circle around a hundred meters away and don't come any closer, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty of shooting them.

This year's Lunar New Year's Eve is destined to be different from previous years.

The wind howled through the valley like a mournful lament, swirling snowflakes that stung Chen Yongqiang's face, chilling him to the bone.

Chen Yongqiang gripped his gun, pacing back and forth, confronting the bitter cold, the wolf pack, and the evening beast that might appear at any moment.

At first, the children found the threshing ground in Shimen Village lively and exciting, chasing and laughing.

But as night deepened, after running for a while, waves of drowsiness began to wash over me.

Liang Meie's daughter rubbed her eyes, snuggled into her arms, and mumbled, "Mom, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

"Then I'll take a nap first." Liang Meie remembered Chen Yongqiang's instructions not to go home, but to stay in a lively place.

Not far away, Lin Xiulian couldn't help but let out a long yawn and rubbed her sore eyes.

Yang Dahai was still moving around in the crowd, making arrangements. When he saw Qin Shan, he called out, "Old Qin, it'll be time soon, so I'll have to trouble you to help set off the firecrackers!"

Qin Shan patted his chest and said, "No problem, leave it to me!"

In the black cloth bag beside his feet, besides firecrackers, there were also several detonators that Chen Yongqiang had given him earlier.

Time quietly slipped into midnight.

Hu Chuyao struck the Wenwang Drum in her hands more and more rapidly.

Chen Yongqiang noticed that the already biting cold around him had lessened a bit.

Is it coming?

His intuition was spot on. The mysterious cave at the bottom of the valley, like a giant mouth awakening, began to spew out thick, inky black smoke.

The black smoke seemed to have a life of its own, splitting into countless strands in the air and rushing towards the villages in all directions.

The most turbulent of them changed direction and rushed straight towards the altar in Wind Howling Valley!

Chen Yongqiang sensed "it" approaching and raised his gun to search for a target.

But within sight, apart from stones half-exposed in the snow, nothing could be seen.

At the center of the altar, Hu Chuyao's chanting suddenly changed: "Offering blood offerings, may the venerable gods enjoy them, eat your fill and return quickly, do not disturb the mortal world."

As soon as she finished speaking, a blizzard swept in, making it impossible for everyone present to open their eyes.