Funerary Lady - C112

After the villagers heard this scream, they all looked in the direction of the voice. The village chief, on the other hand, disapproved and continued to speak calmly to Liu Qing. Then, he slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the mountain.

The scream came from the mountain, but it was too sharp. It was as if the entire mountain was filled with screams, and they could not pinpoint where it came from.

The villagers all stared fixedly in the direction of the mountain. It was as if the end of the world had arrived, and their eyes were filled with fear.

“Don’t be afraid, this is the result of the sacrifice.”

Since it’s a sacrifice, naturally, I would receive some sort of response. It’s just that I didn’t expect this response to be so strange.

Then who was this offering to? Is it for the Ghost Being in the mountains? The people who died tragically in the village hoped that they would be able to get away. They hoped that they could show mercy and let this village go.

After all, I had truly felt the hatred this Ghost Being had for the entire village.

I have also personally read that Ghost Blood Yin Book. I have personally experienced the deep hatred within my bones from the play of death.

That hatred had developed to this point, there was no such thing as forgiveness. All that was left was to kill, to slaughter crazily!

The reason why the villagers were able to live until now was because those Ghost Being were bound by something.

The things that bound them could be the faith of the villagers, and the things that enjoyed the sacrifice could also be the same thing.

I’ve only felt the grudge of that pregnant woman, and I don’t even know how many more of these bones are buried on this mountain.

In the end, just how many similar grievances had occurred, and how many innocent people had died in this land?

How much hatred and desolation were buried in this village? How much was deeply rooted in the marrow? Was there still any other Ghost Being in the ground that used their accumulated grievances to carve out the Ghost Blood Underworld Book?

No matter how many there were in the past, I know that from earlier on, there were two more children’s grudges in this village.

As a sacrifice, these two children might even have their souls dissipated, leaving behind strands of resentment that drifted away with the wind.

Worshiper referred to not only the body, but also the soul.

When the soul was dispersed by a certain force, it would then truly dissipate and completely disappear.

Those who believe in reincarnation will think that the death of the body is not true death, and some people will believe that to a certain extent, one is immortal.

Reincarnation was a cycle. Birth, destruction, they repeated. As long as the soul remained, you would live.

However, every time he received a new life, there would be no memories of the past.

And what we call the Ghosts Traversing is a process of sending ghosts into the cycle of reincarnation.

To the heavens, this was a sin more serious than death.

At this time, the screams became louder and louder, more and more noisy, and one by one, they overlapped with each other. It was unknown just how many Ghost Being in the mountain were currently screaming.

I could even hear the trees rustling on the hill, even from our vantage point.

It could be imagined just how loud these trees were on the mountain.

As I listened to the sounds, I felt that these trees weren’t just blown away by the wind.

It was as if there was something violently colliding with it. Bang, bang, bang. This kind of collision was faintly discernible.

More than once, I had dreamed of those blue-purple hands sticking out from the ground. They looked hideous and terrifying, and I couldn’t help but link them together when I heard the sound of them colliding with each other.

After that, I saw that the sky was actually covered by the sky as if something had fallen from the sky.

The sky, which was originally not very bright, had now become incomparably gloomy, giving off a rather strange feeling.

I took a deep breath and carefully looked at what was falling from the sky.

Only when these things slowly landed did I realize that they were actually pieces of leaves.

After all, it was already this season. The leaves were extremely dry and emitted a gloomy aura of death.

The trees in the mountain were still waiting for new life.

Leaves followed the gusts of wind that blew over from the mountain and slowly fell down. The leaves rotated and emitted a kind of cold aura as they slowly fell onto my body.

Of course, it wasn’t just me. It was everyone else.

Seeing this scene, many villagers directly kneeled down and loudly yelled,

“What a miracle!” A miracle! It’s the appearance of a deity! ”

Indeed, this scene was very shocking. The withered yellow leaves that represented winter were falling down like flowers scattered from heaven, and there were so many of them.

One had to know that at this season, the number of leaves in the mountain could not possibly be too great. They had long since fallen and disappeared without a trace.

So many had fallen, it was as if the whole mountain’s leaves had been blown off.

If so many strange things hadn’t happened in the village during this kind of scene, and if the scene of the living sacrifice just now hadn’t happened, I would have truly called this scene a miracle.

But… There were too many shadows in my heart. I didn’t follow the villagers to kneel down, but carefully observed my surroundings to see if there was anything else that would happen.

The clashing sounds in the mountain and the screams continued. I knew that the mountain in the village could definitely be called strange. There were definitely many things that were hidden in the mountain.

It was because there were too many weird things in the mountain that they needed something to suppress them. What was the relation between the killing behavior of the villagers?

What did the scarecrows, birches, and skulls I saw in the mountains represent?

The so-called faith, was it also in the mountains?

Was it because of faith that he killed people, or was it because of killing people that he became a believer?

At this time, one of the villagers kneeling on the ground suddenly said:

“Everyone, look! There’s blood on these leaves!”

As soon as I said those words, I could smell the scent of blood in the air. However, the smell of the blood didn’t make me feel disgusted.

On the contrary, it seemed to carry the fragrance of a flower, the sweet smell of blood.

Looking at the leaves, there were indeed faint traces of blood stains, and they still looked quite fresh.

Above us, a strong wind swept all the leaves over, but there was no wind. That was the reason why the leaves were able to land here.

Was this also the effect of a living sacrifice?

I looked at Old God Wang behind me. His expression was still as calm as before. It seems that all of this was within his expectations.

In fact, in the field of metaphysics, there was nothing unexpected. This concept was very general.

After all, the Yin Yang Twin Realms originally had a thick barrier around them. Those who were still alive would not even be able to fully understand the affairs of the Yang World, much less the matters of the Yin World.

And no one will know what the chain reaction will be when you do it.

After all, this thing was truly too mysterious. It had to do with the times and people, and had to do with a type of mysterious realm.

You can only predict that something strange is going to happen, roughly.

Seeing Old God Wang’s calm and composed look, there shouldn’t be a big problem.

I soon discovered that the blood wasn’t on the leaves. It was on the leaves, blown over by the wind.

At this moment, they were like small raindrops, gently falling on the leaves and falling on the bodies of the villagers.

Seeing the blood, the villagers became even more pious. They crazily kowtowed in the direction of the mountain, expressing their loyalty and begging.

Basically, he hoped that the gods would be able to remove the Ghost Being’s protective barrier and let people see the hope of living.

Or hope that the gods will be able to exterminate evil spirits.

Where this rain of blood came from, no one knew. They only knew that it was blown down from the mountain, but no one knew where it came from.

The villagers also treated the blood rain as a kind of miracle and prayed.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a series of incantations behind me.

This wave of incantations came from the Old God Wang, but his voice was very soft, so I couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Then, I saw him take out the knife in his hand, wipe it gently, and grip my hand tightly onto the knife.

Following that, the Old God Wang pulled the blade out from his clenched fist. Fresh blood immediately flowed out from his hand.

Bright red blood dripped to the ground as Old God Wang knelt on the ground and mixed his own blood with the blood of the two children.

Liu Qing also seemed to realize that he was powerless now that things have developed to this point. I don’t know what the Old God Wang is going to do.

After all, he had not learned the Evil Theurgy encyclopedia.

Even I couldn’t understand what he had learned, and he was even more confused.

But we both know that things have come to this, and we can’t stop it.

Since the two children were already dead, there was no point in interfering now. The only option was to wait and see if Old God Wang could really release the shackles in the village.