After a fierce scuffle in the grass, the purple-robed woman fought one against two, and was eventually beaten with a bruised nose and face, and was dragged out.

Afterwards, she and the angel finger were hung under the eaves.

Ever since, the three pieces of bacon under the eaves turned into two lumps of rice dumplings.

The reason why it is rice dumplings is because Ji Que’s red rope binding technique is somewhat special.

Chen Zhu originally wanted to ask if this was Manchunyuan's technique, but unfortunately he didn't dare in front of his junior sister.

"You stinky Yin coin, you made up a story about you and your wife, I was moved, and ended up attacking you secretly!"

"Smelly bitch, it's okay to stab my senior brother, but you really stabbed me!"

I saw that the faces of the purple-robed girl and the divine envoy were covered with black needles, like pockmarks, while Chen Zhu and Wang Hua were constantly stirring, as if they were playing the piano, causing both of them to shed tears in pain.

Especially the girl in purple robe, the pain caused the sores on her face to explode.

After all, they are the younger generation, and they are completely out for revenge and resentment.

Old monk Lingyu stood aside, quietly admiring this scene.

The two rice dumplings struggled and soon died.

The god pointed his finger and rolled his eyes.

His whole body suffered heavy damage that was irreversible. Even though he had the so-called "divine power" to continue his life, he only had one breath left.

Ji Que would not have been so harsh in the first place. After all, he has been a very kind person since he was a child.

It's a pity that the finger really annoyed him.

Not only did he change his face and play with people's feelings, but he couldn't even spare ten taels of silver.

The high-ranking God Envoy, who could easily take away the lives of countless people, even changed his face three times to show off in the middle of the process. As a result, he only had six taels of silver and a diary in his body.

You might as well give me the dual cultivation secret book like Ma Yun, who the hell wants to read the diary of a bad old man.

So rude.

This is one of the reasons why he was used as a ball by Ji Que and shot in the air, beating his teammates in purple robes hard.

However, Ji Que also felt lucky that the great monk Lingyu was still alive.

The money and people are there, which is exactly what he hopes for.

It was only then that he had time to notice those people standing among the grass.

Just like the believers who preached that night, all they had left were empty skins lying there. A few faces even looked familiar to Ji Que.

Having lived in Sangshui County for so long, even if we are not neighbors on the same street, we may have seen each other.

But they all died and became sacrifices, stepping stones for the revival of the wild god enshrined by the Wind Lotus Sect.

The sky was extremely gloomy, and the heavy lead clouds turned into a drizzle of rain.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot. When the cold wind blew, the mist filled the air, bringing with it a biting chill.

Standing here, you can't feel the feeling of early summer at all, and you may even have the illusion of being in another cold and terrifying time and space.

Ji Que looked at the people of Sangshui County standing motionless in the rain, and deeply felt that human life is like grass.

The world is more fucked up than he imagined.

At this time, under the retaliation of Chen Zhu and the two men, the purple-robed woman's body suddenly tightened, tears and snot flowed all over the floor, and she fainted completely.

Old monk Lingyu adjusted his breath and said, "It's time to get down to business."

The four of them couldn't help but focus on the white wall at the back of the room.

That screen-like wall blocked the most important secret of this strange place.

The wild god that the Wind Lotus Sect has been sacrificing with human lives is probably there.

They need to send this wild god home.

Go back to your hometown.

God's fingers suddenly understood what they wanted to do, and opened their mouths like a fish stranded on the shore.

His vocal cords were severed along with his neck, and he was unable to produce clear sentences.

At this time, Chen Zhu suddenly pinched his face, pulled it, rubbed it, and said, "What you believe in is going to be destroyed by us, but you can only watch helplessly. Isn't it sad?"

Instead, the divine messenger showed a strange smile, which actually startled Chen Zhu.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

With that said, Chen Zhu already carried his black box and junior sister Wang Hua and walked inside.

He didn't seem to care, but in fact he had already put on a defensive posture.

The moment Ji Que walked into the room, he felt an uncomfortable feeling.

The lotus flowers in the lotus pond inside the house are growing very well and blooming very brightly, but because they bloom too well and brightly, they give them a scary feeling.

It's like they are conscious and drink blood and eat meat.

In the blink of an eye, the snow-white wall was right in front of you.

Behind the white wall, deep in this strange room, everything is shrouded in darkness.

When Zhizou pretended to be Liu Cheng, he said that on the tenth and fifteenth day of the lunar month, the people who were bewitched would be brought inside, and then there would be a sound of chewing inside.

If you lie with your fingers and say 70% of what you say is true and 30% of it is false, does that mean that the situation behind it is very likely to be true?

The wild god enshrined by the Wind Lotus Sect is eating people inside, and the empty skins of the people outside are the best proof.

Judging from the experience of the three demon conquerors, Old Monk Lingyu, as long as it is not the tenth or fifteenth day of the lunar month, the consciousness of this wild god should not be awakened, and they can seize this gap and burn them with thunder and fire talismans or

Clay sculpture, or wooden body.

The statues of gods at this time are just statues of gods.

Chen Zhu patted the coffin-like black box behind him, and a lantern came out from it and lit the light.

The space behind the wall was suddenly partially illuminated, and the remaining space became darker.

This is the darkness under the lamp.

The yellow paper that the Wind Lotus Sect used to preach was piled on top of each other on the ground. It spread from the ground to the walls. It was so densely packed that it made one's scalp numb.

The lotus pond in front of the white wall is still trying to create the image of a fairyland on earth, but when you get to the back, it's like you've suddenly arrived in the underworld.

These yellow papers must have been damp and sticky underfoot.

The house is also deeper and taller than expected.

Standing here, I feel like I am in a dark cave.

Ahead, the outline of an altar appeared in everyone's sight.

As the lights approached, the huge altar turned out to be empty for a moment.

Where did the idol go?

Chen Zhu jumped onto the altar, and the light of the wind lantern behind him suddenly shone farther.

The next moment, a horrifying scene appeared in front of several people's eyes.

There is no idol on the altar, but there is one underneath the altar.

It was a wooden statue of a god at least three feet long. It looked like a woman, but had a snake-like figure.

The reason why they didn't notice this nearly three-story-tall thing right away was because it was crawling on the ground.

It looked like it had just climbed down from under the altar, and its huge body gave people an unspeakable sense of oppression.

The light in the wind lantern swayed, illuminating the strange statue.

When Ji Que saw it, he thought of the snake-like posture of the angel's fingers.

What's even more terrifying is that this statue has human faces all over it.

The faces of these figures include men and women, adults and children, some look frightened, and some are laughing crazily. They are densely packed together and lifelike, as if they are growing inside the body of the statue and trying to crawl out.

Ji Que's scalp felt numb because he saw several faces that looked exactly like the people outside.

Are these faces those of the common people outside?

For a moment, no one came forward. Wang Hua was even a little nervous and said, "Brother, why do I feel like this thing is alive?"

"Nonsense, it's just the wood of faith."

But when he brought the lantern closer, he found flesh and blood on the statue.

Especially on the originally carved hair, there are long jet-black hairs that come out, and when the wind blows, the hairs start to float.

At this moment, the statue with human faces on its body seemed to really come to life.

Old monk Lingyu clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, if we are a step too late, this god may really wake up."

Wood carvings of raw meat are a sign that God will awaken completely and come to the world.

And this statue of God is already very close to this feeling.

Ji Que looked at the flesh-and-blood statue in front of him and found that the world was indeed much deeper and more terrifying than he expected.

There really is a god, and he really can eat people.

A new worldview slowly unfolded in front of him, revealing a corner of absurdity and horror.

For a moment, he actually had a little more fear and expectation about his future sojourn life?

It's quite exciting, isn't it?
Chapter completed!