On the street covered by weeds, a clear ringing sound suddenly came, breaking the silence here.
Accompanied by the slightly messy footsteps, a team slowly walked forward.
The leader was a handsome young man holding a sacrificial offering to the spirit.
Followed closely was a woman whose face was unclear, holding a copper stove in her hands.
Followed by twelve warriors wearing uniform sacrificial attire.
Finally followed was a middle-aged man wearing a pure white sacrificial robe, holding a wooden box in his hand.
Further back, there is a mess of pedestrians.
There is no doubt that this is the formation formed by Su Mo and his party.
At this moment, they were walking on the Chen family's way to the temple.
Before this, many people had some doubts about the re-enactment of the ceremony.
After all, this approach is only a possibility, and it is difficult to say whether it will work.
But when they teamed up and walked on the road to the temple, everyone felt an inexplicable atmosphere.
The closer you get to the shrine, the more this atmosphere becomes deeper and more solemn.
Suddenly, it seemed that the surrounding environment had undergone unknown changes.
Desolation becomes neat, desolation becomes lively, dilapidation becomes complete.
Pictures like mirages overlap with the surroundings.
It's like a TV with intermittent signal.
Images kept flashing around.
Through that picture, you can even vaguely see the grand occasion when the festival was held.
The grand scene of huge crowds of people was almost suffocating.
For a while, it was difficult to distinguish between reality and fantasy.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Listening to the faint footsteps coming from behind.
Zhuo Ningning, who was responsible for playing the role of a villager, felt a chill in his heart.
She is at the end of the team.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be anyone behind you.
In her perception, there was no one behind her.
The sound of footsteps, like a magical sound, kept entering her ears.
Her scalp couldn't help but tingle.
The muscles on Zhuo Ningning's face twitched slightly, and she didn't dare to look back.
But when her eyes fell to the ground, she saw a few more shadows on the ground.
Those shadows were twisted and uncertain, their shapes were difficult to distinguish, and they were terrifying and ferocious, clinging to her shadow.
It seemed like he would rush forward in the next second.
She could even feel the bone-chilling coldness coming from behind her.
Just when Zhuo Ningning couldn't help but want to scream.
Xue Lansu, who was walking aside, grabbed her wrist and said softly:
"Be still and concentrate."
These words seemed to be filled with special power to soothe people's hearts.
Zhuo Ningning's frantic mind calmed down slightly.
She gritted her teeth and continued to move forward, not caring about the changes behind her.
Xue Lansu had a calm expression and seemed to be indifferent to what was going on behind him, but he secretly used secret techniques to secretly monitor the situation behind him.
She could clearly see that behind her were a large group of dilapidated corpses, and even strange spirits that had lost their minds.
These weird expressions were confused, like those who had just been injured in a car accident and lost their memory. They looked confused and followed the team forward following some kind of instinct.
From time to time, other corpses or monsters would crawl out of the houses on the roadside, or underground dry wells, or dilapidated ruins, and they would continue to join the team, gradually expanding the team.
They did not attack the people walking in front. There was an unprecedented tacit understanding between people and the monsters, maintaining an extremely delicate balance.
Xue Lansu was keenly aware that the cause of this situation had a lot to do with the ritual ceremony they were currently reenacting.
Therefore, we must continue to maintain the current situation and allow the team to continue to move forward steadily.
Once something happens to the marching team, it is likely to destroy the strange state of the group behind them, causing them to regain their hunting instincts, and putting everyone on the field into an unprecedented crisis.
That's why Xue Lansu carefully used a certain magical object to stabilize Zhuo Ningning's mind.
As time went by, more and more weird things followed behind.
The silent procession spread across the long street, moving forward in silence.
The invisible pressure continues to increase, shocking the soul.
At this time, let alone the fledgling Zhuo Ningning.
Even veterans like Shi Hao and Sun Hong could hardly hold on and almost caused problems.
Fortunately, Xue Lansu was at the rear, and all the problems were dealt with decisively and swiftly.
A little further forward are Chen Shuo, Yao Wenkai and others.
In front of them was Song Ruyuan, who was playing the role of the high priest.
This position seems to have no problem, but in fact it also bears a lot of pressure.
The Twelve Talismans are not real people, they are just puppets manipulated by others.
They have no consciousness of their own. As long as the leader does not make mistakes, they will continue to maintain their posture.
As the sharp knife of the team, Su Mo naturally would not make mistakes easily.
So much so that all the twelve talismans followed him closely and never missed a step.
But when it came to Song Ruyuan, something was not going well.
Whether it is Song Ruyuan or Yao Wenkai and others who are slightly behind.
They are all practitioners and have their own thoughts and wills.
Because of this, it is easier to be misled by the outside world.
As we get closer and closer to the temple, the surrounding illusions appear more and more frequently and become more and more realistic.
By the end, they seemed to be in the grand ceremony of hundreds of years ago.
Almost blurring his identity.
Even if you keep your head clear, it is easy to be misled by the festival of that year and take the wrong path.
After all, the team back then was not entirely consistent with their route.
And once they leave the team, they may cause damage to the ongoing ritual ceremony.
At this time, Song Ruyuan played the role of the sea-fixing needle.
Whenever someone behind him makes a mistake, he will be separated from the team.
He will always stop it immediately and make it go on the right path.
Even if he was later tempted and interfered by an inexplicable demonic atmosphere, he never made any mistakes.
It has to be said that as the acting director of the Civil Security Bureau, he has quite outstanding qualities.
Able to respond to crises in a timely manner.
Su Mo felt a little relieved when he felt what was happening behind him.
With his strength, he can naturally look after the entire team and prevent any accidents.
But this will consume a lot of his energy, especially when there are countless monsters behind him, so it is better to have some spare energy to take precautions.
Now that he has the help of Song Ruyuan and Xue Lansu, his burden has been greatly reduced.
In this way, you can also focus on developing the route in front of you.
In fact, when the team is marching, he should bear the greatest pressure.
As the sharp knife of the team, he must lead the team in the right direction.
In the past this was not a difficult task.
But now it may be because they have reproduced the rituals.
The entire road became inexplicably twisted.
In addition, there are illusions from the past that are constantly interfering.
This makes road development extremely troublesome.
You have to concentrate on dealing with it.
Otherwise, if you are not careful, you may be misled and take the wrong path.
This will naturally lead to the failure of the ritual reenactment.
Fragments of red light bloomed in Su Mo's eyes, breaking through the many illusions in front of him, looking for the only correct path.
Under his leadership, the team continued to approach the shrine according to the path planned in advance.
Finally, as we were about to arrive at the shrine, night suddenly began to fall.
Just like when they went to the Han family, they encountered the same change now.
As night fell, the sound of music, shouts, and footsteps could be heard faintly in the distance, turning into waves, fiercely impacting their team.
Upon encountering such a drastic change, Zhong Rui in the team couldn't help but change their colors.
The momentum was really too terrifying, as if tens of thousands of people were shouting and shouting at the same time.
In comparison, their small team is like a small boat on the sea.
As the waves surge, it will capsize on the spot at any time.
Feeling the huge impact from all directions, Su Mo's eyes became slightly solemn.
Strong spiritual power suddenly penetrated the god worshiping bell in his hand.
This top-level magic weapon, which had been silent for hundreds of years, exploded with unprecedented terrifying momentum at this moment.
"clang!"
"clang!"
"clang!"
The crisp ringtone turned into a substantial sound wave, which expanded crazily in all directions, advancing layer by layer, sweeping away the weirdness and even illusions in the periphery.
Wherever the sound wave passed, countless weird things were instantly silenced, and thousands of illusions were shattered one after another.
Even though those weirdos quickly regained their instincts, those illusions soon reappeared.
But sound waves are always washing away and spreading.
This also puts weirdness and illusion in a state of constant circulation and superposition.
And all of this is maintained by Su Mo's terrifying mental power that is beyond the realm of a conventional mage.
If another person comes over, the situation will completely collapse immediately.
At the same time, feeling the terrifying sound waves as majestic as the abyss, Xue Lansu and others felt unspeakably frightened.
Even though the sound wave deliberately avoided them, it never caused any harm.
But the power contained in the sound waves shocked them both physically and mentally just by feeling it.
That is definitely not the power that ordinary level 7 people can possess.
Even if no one at the scene has reached level 7.
They can also clearly sense the terrifying level of that power.
It's almost like a god!
Having such a strong person protects the team and presides over the operation of the ceremony.
At this moment, everyone has unprecedented confidence in the Holy Artifact.
Even if there are countless weird things and illusions gathered in the outside world, they are still difficult to shake.
They firmly believe that Su Mo can break the dilemma in this secret realm and lead them to end the catastrophe that has spread to this day!
Everyone's steps became more determined.
Not long after, they finally arrived at their destination, the shrine.
The whole process was as difficult as the 25,000-mile Long March.
Fortunately, I persisted in the end.
But when he arrived in front of the shrine and looked at the mist, Su Mo's expression became unprecedentedly solemn.
He knew that the next step was the highlight.
"Let's go in."
Su Mo took a deep breath, and the surging mental power suddenly overflowed outwards, forming an invisible shield that enveloped everyone, including the twelve-person talisman.
This is to isolate the mist from the outside world.
And when the team finally marched into the mist and stepped onto the stone steps climbing the square.
Unknown changes began to occur again.
The mist gathering around them began to dissipate as they advanced.
The mist condensed into strange things one after another, falling behind their team.
Even the corpses hunting in the mist seemed to have received orders and joined the team with great obedience.
For a time, the entire place of the temple gradually lost its original mystery, revealing the ruins hidden beneath it.
Seeing countless broken bones and remains on the road, Song Ruyuan and others were all shocked.
Even though they had roughly heard about the scene of the temple from Su Mo and Xue Lansu.
But I never thought that the real scene would be so terrifying.
The corpses that can be seen here alone are densely packed and vary in size. The total number is probably thousands.
Where are the steps to worship the gods?
It is clearly a road paved with bones and blood!
From this, we can imagine how miserable the people who were participating in that festival must have been hundreds of years ago.
Everyone followed Su Mo forward with heavy hearts.
The mist opened up, melted away, and disappeared into the invisible.
Everything seems to be looking up.
But everyone always felt that an inexplicable atmosphere was slowly forming.
Invisibly, there was a certain sense of oppression that gradually invaded their hearts.
It's like when you are playing in the wild, there are poisonous snakes coveting you secretly in the forest, and they will rush out and bite you at any time.
This feeling made everyone's hair stand on end. They were all alert for a moment and looked at everything around them with extreme vigilance.
Su Moruo led the team forward as if he was unaware.
Soon, they walked through the stairs of bones paved with countless corpses and arrived at the square at the end of the road.
The mist gathering in the square completely dissipated with their arrival.
The entire temple completely revealed its true appearance that had been hidden for many years.
Apart from the huge square, there is only a large area of building ruins left.
According to the description in the classics, the ruins of the building are where the main building of the temple is located.
In the past, both the statue of the God of Agriculture and the people who kept the temple lived in that hall.
Daily worship services are generally carried out in the main hall.
Only the annual Saturn Festival will be held in the square outside the temple for all villagers to pay their respects.
Today, although large parts of the building have been destroyed, the square is still relatively intact, enough for them to use to recreate the festival.
Su Mo stopped ringing the bell in his hand.
He turned around and looked at the people behind him and the countless monsters further away.
In a daze, he seemed to overlap with the images in the illusion, and saw the grand scene of the festival held in the square that day.
Su Mo brought his thoughts back from his wandering thoughts, looked at the people in front of him, and said loudly:
"let's start!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone was solemn and stopped in place.
Su Mo casually built a high platform in the center of the square.
The moment after the high platform was formed, the twelve puppet-like talismans immediately walked towards the platform.
Song Ruyuan and others all stared at them.
Even the countless monsters behind him cast their gaze.
It's like watching and looking forward to it.
Following Su Mo's ringing of the bell, the twelve-man talismans immediately performed a demonic ritual dance.
The opening ceremony of the festival has begun!
(End of chapter)
