Song Jiang didn't expect that the young man he was chatting with last night was actually dead, which made him somewhat at a loss... But even he felt sorry for the other person, but death is death, and it can't be for his own benefit. Want to forcefully reverse life and death privately? !
Thinking of this, Song Jiang said in a deep voice, "Are you so sure that summoning the true god in the painting can save your son? What if it doesn't work?"
Unexpectedly, Lao Zhen said in a cold voice, "You will know if you try it. There are many people who have died, and you are not the least of them... Boy, let me tell you the truth, you are not the first, and you may not be the last." One. After the failure of the ritual ceremony that year, our tribe has declined since then, and the tribesmen have put all the blame on the high priest. Although he is dead, his family members are still alive. For this reason, they not only Being kicked out of the tribe, we have to bear the curse brought by the resentment of those sacrificed girls for generations. Even though thousands of years have passed, the curse still exists. For those things we have never done, we Generations will suffer from illness, and too many people have died! What do you think we have done wrong? We just inherited the bloodline of the high priest, must we also inherit the sins he committed?!"
Song Jiang couldn't answer this question. Although he also knew that the descendants of the great priest were not wrong, when they inherited his bloodline, they also inherited all his merits and demerits during his lifetime...
There is a word called "Feng Wu Yin Zi", which means that ancient emperors would give corresponding titles to the wives of heroes, and future generations would also receive hereditary titles... Since future generations can enjoy the grace of their ancestors, they will naturally bear their sins. The greater the achievements of the ancestors, the greater the shadow that future generations will enjoy, and conversely, the deeper the sins they have to bear.
Song Jiang, a person in his twenties, can understand such a simple truth, let alone a middle-aged man like Lao Zhen? It's just that their family has been tortured by the curse for generations, and their thoughts have gradually become paranoid and difficult to discipline, so no matter what Song Jiang says, he will not change his original idea.
Things have reached this point, and Song Jiang can only sigh and say, "Uncle Lao Zhen, whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you that you will not succeed... neither you nor the great priest back then."
"Whether it will succeed or not is up to you..." Lao Zhen said with disdain.
Song Jiang nodded and said, "It's true that I don't have the final say, but someone else has the final say... Haven't you noticed that there is one less person around me?!"
After listening to Song Jiang's words, Lao Zhen remembered that there was indeed one person missing, but he said with an indifferent expression, "You can only be here because the altar of sacrifice has been set up by the true god of our tribe. Except for those who hold totem portraits and have pure and yin souls, only people from our family can come in. Your friend named Meng Zhe is either dead or has abandoned you and ran away."
After hearing this, Song Jiang chuckled a few times, then shook his head and said, "Uncle Lao Zhen, you don't need to sow discord and create panic here. My friend, I know who he is better than you. The reason why I am so sure of you is It won’t succeed, and a large part of it is because of him.”
Seeing that Song Jiang still showed no fear at this time and looked as usual, Lao Zhen could not help but be stunned and said, "What do you mean?!"
"Literally? This friend of mine is not an ordinary person... Otherwise, how could I have the courage to meddle in other people's business?" There was a hint of pride in Song Jiang's words.
Yan Mingrui, who was sitting under the altar, sighed slightly. It seems that all this is still his fault? Unexpectedly, Lao Zhen suddenly seemed to notice something at this time, and turned around with a surprised look on his face, only to see his son sitting there with his eyes still closed and his face turned blue...
When Lao Zhen saw this, he shook his head, thinking that it was an illusion caused by the fact that success was just around the corner, so he looked at Song Jiang again and said, "It's useless to say anything else... No matter how capable that guy named Meng Zhe is, he You can’t enter the altar either, so you might as well cooperate with me to complete the ritual ceremony.”
Song Jiang asked curiously, "What will happen if I don't cooperate?"
Lao Zhen sneered, "If you don't cooperate, you will naturally suffer a bit...but the final result is the same."
After hearing this, Song Jiang nodded and said, "Okay... Since that's the case, can you answer me a question first? Let me be clear."
"Just ask..." Lao Zhen said in a deep voice.
Song Jiang said, "Do you know what you want to summon? What if it can't help you resurrect Zeng Mingrui?!"
Upon hearing this, Lao Zhen immediately scolded, "Watch your words... He is the true god of our tribe, how can you allow an outsider to insult you?!"
Song Jiang smiled dryly and said, "I really don't mean to insult your true god. As far as I know, this totem image depicts an ancient evil god named Horovo... Of course, it doesn't matter what it is called. The point is that the ancient evil god is Do you understand these four words?!"
Lao Zhen didn't expect that the little kid in front of him knew a lot, but at this time, he no longer cared about whether he was an evil god or not. As long as he could save his son, it didn't matter what god he was. So he stopped talking nonsense with Song Jiang, drew out his short knife and cut his wrist open...
Song Jiang's face instantly turned pale when he saw the blood, and he shouted quickly, "Uncle Lao Zhen, you are a bit ungrateful. Why do you bleed me just because you don't agree with me?"
After hearing this, Lao Zhen said in a deep voice, "What is this? You should be grateful for my kindness... In the past, you would not have been able to die in one piece."
Song Jiang's scalp tightened when he heard this. Lao Zhen's words suddenly reminded him of the feeling of a mute ghost being skinned. The wound on his wrist was not deep, and the blood only flowed down drop by drop...
At this time, Lao Zhen dipped his fingers into the blood on the ground and scribbled random graffiti on the drum surface. The moment the blood touched the drum surface, it was sucked in, followed by the drum. The body began to slowly become more radiant and gorgeous, like a brand-new sister drum that had just been made.
Seeing this, Song Jiang also felt a little panicked. He knew that even if he didn't bleed to death if he continued like this, he would eventually become that Holowo appetizer. At the same time, Bian Mingrui was sitting under the altar. I don’t know when I stood up and looked at Lao Bing on the altar without moving...
As Ajie's drum was successfully refurbished, Song Jiang heard the cries of those innocent souls again, but the difference was that this time he heard them more clearly, as if those sounds came from the deepest part of his mind.
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