There are few people in the barren mountains and wild ridges. Although there are wild animals, they stay away from Qin Bai after noticing the aura faintly emanating from Qin Bai.
Only a few stupid birds were still chirping on the branches, but they spread their wings and flew away when there was movement in the grass.
Several paper swords shuttled through the air. Compared with before, the swords had a little more blood on them, occupying about three to four tenths of the area.
The paper sword cut a path through the weeds, and Qin Bai walked through the grass and headed into the distance.
The donkey followed behind. As a domestic animal that had never traveled far since it was a child, it was full of curiosity about everything.
"Brother Donkey sings a little song."
After walking through this section of the road, it will be easier to walk next. Qin Bai touched the donkey's head and said.
The donkey shook its head and brayed, and the sound echoed through the air in the mountains.
Its pitch has become more and more accurate, and this talent visible to the naked eye is enough to participate in I Am a Singer, and the championship is about to be announced.
Qin Bai was satisfied and took out some soybeans from the fish bag and fed it to the donkey. He took the donkey with him mainly because walking alone was too boring.
Whether he was riding a horse or a donkey, it was a bit reluctant for him, because the true energy was mixed with iron energy, and with the many times he used the wrought iron magical power, his body had changed unknowingly.
Qin Bai had discovered a long time ago that the blood flowing out was no longer the bright red of ordinary people, but something like embroidered red.
All the bones in his body, including his teeth, have changed towards metal, and his weight is far higher than that of an ordinary person.
So now Qin Bai can ride a horse for a short period of time without any problems, but as time goes by, the horse cannot bear such weight at all, and the donkey becomes a mascot.
The paper man slipped out of his arms with nothing to do, stood on the donkey's head and jumped up and down. From time to time, he used the paper sword to release a few sword energy to help cut through the thorns.
When it got dark, Qin Bai stopped rushing and found a place to set up camp.
Although time is urgent, the road conditions in the mountains are complicated and it is easy to fall if you accidentally slip.
He set up a bonfire to roast some food. The donkey was lying aside to rest after a long journey, but the paper man was still very naughty.
Qin Bai took out the human skin from the fish bag by the light of the fire.
Human skin emits a strange smell when it comes into contact with the air.
Qin Bai, on the other hand, focused on the human skin. As soon as his hand touched it, goosebumps appeared all over his body.
And something even weirder happened. The human skin was like a living thing, clinging tightly to his skin, stretching out a large number of tentacles in an attempt to blend in.
Qin Bai immediately used his magical power of forging iron to isolate the human skin from the outside.
He calmed down and took a closer look, only to see that it was densely covered with small regular script, and each word seemed to have been carved on it with a needle.
Its title is: "Sacrifice to the Night God"
The content recorded on the human skin is a kind of external evil, using flesh, blood and bones to build a statue of a god, and through sacrifices, the night wandering god will come, so as to realize one's wish.
The methods are extremely cruel, and very few people can do it.
The so-called night wandering gods refer to the ghosts and gods in the underworld, with black faces and huge bodies, sixteen in total.
Rumor has it that the Night God and the Day God take turns taking charge of good and evil in the world, but unlike the Day God, the Night God's methods are more extreme.
According to Qin Bai's understanding, the so-called night wandering god cannot be so evil at all. Could it be that the method of opening it is different, and the one summoned through sacrifice becomes an evil god?
He roughly understood what happened. It should be that the man named Lu Pian tried to sacrifice to the Night Travel God and summoned him, which caused all the cause and effect.
Qin Bai didn't intend to keep the human skin. According to the plot of the movie, it would be too risky to leave this thing on his body.
He grabbed the human skin with each hand and tore it open hard, but at this moment the human skin turned into liquid and tried to integrate into his body.
After being torn off several times, the human skin was like a maggot attached to the bone, which was extremely difficult to control.
"Do you think you are Venom?!"
Qin Bai was a little angry. This ghost thing actually had its intention on him. He snorted coldly and directly exchanged fifteen knives to use the forged iron body.
As his body swelled, his clothes began to fall apart, and a four-meter-tall shadow danced around the campfire.
The human skin headed towards Qin Bai's face, but before it could get close, a large number of paper figures flew out, covering all parts of his head.
The paper figure looked on curiously, but she received the spiritual message from her old father and did not approach.
Qin Bai spent a lot of time to put the human skin back together, then put it in the palm of his hand and exerted force.
Screams were heard, and under his extremely strong strength, the human skin was crushed bit by bit, and a large amount of black smoke came out from it.
When Qin Bai's skin came into contact with the black smoke, some fragments of memories flashed through his mind.
There was a man named Wang Qiming in the south of the city. Although he was a scholar, he failed many provincial examinations and spent all his family's money.
Later, he no longer took the exam and just idled around all day.
Until one day, he suddenly felt a slight itchiness in his chest and abdomen, and couldn't help but scratch it with his fingers. However, there was still no relief until the skin was torn apart.
Wang Qiming then developed a high fever, and his father searched for famous doctors to no avail, but he recovered on his own a few days later.
But from then on, Wang Qiming began to be stunned, and his father was also furious to death.
He said that he went to the underworld in his dream and made good friends with the Night Travel God, who promised him benefits for the rest of his life and would slowly fulfill them.
Wang Qiming later disappeared into the mountains, and no one else knew what he was doing.
Until he returned from the mountain, he was shouting crazily on the street, saying that he had found a path to the underworld and dug out the statue of the Night God.
The others only thought that Wang Qiming was hysterical, and some asked him where the statue had gone, but did not get any answers.
A period of time passed like this, and the provincial examination began. Unexpectedly, Wang Qiming took the exam. However, after not seeing him for a long time, his image changed dramatically.
Most of his hair has fallen off, and his whole body is covered with bones. His back is bowed and has a big bulge.
The sergeant responsible for checking the identity did not check too much and actually put Wang Qiming into the examination room.
When Wang Qiming came out after the nine-day rural examination, he was already stumbling and looked like he might die at any moment. The bulge on his back was even bigger.
The weird thing goes beyond that. When the list of top candidates came out, Wang Qiming's name was hanging at the end.
After winning the imperial examination, he became even more crazy. He told everyone he met that his name was Lu Pan and that he wanted to decide life and death.
When he was finally discovered, he died in a mansion in the south of the city.
Moreover, the death was horrific, with a broken brush stuck in his eye, and a gaping hole in his back, as if something came out of it.
Wang Qiming's body was hastily buried and seemed to be alive underground.
After that, strange things happened one after another in the south of the city.
In the past nine years, there have always been students who died tragically, but the number was not large, and the county magistrate had always avoided the matter, so no one went to verify it.
Qin Bai came back to his senses, but his memory was too messy. Even Meng Daigui could only get a rough idea. What was certain was that the matter had something to do with the underworld.
The ghost and god in the gate of hell that was summoned from the ruined temple should be the night wandering god.
Fortunately, the world of the underworld is separated from the underworld, even the gate of the netherworld formed by the idols and demons lasted only a few minutes before disappearing.
He stopped thinking about it and sat cross-legged on the ground to practice Qi.
There is no time to practice in the mountains. Although I am in a hurry, the time passes very fast unconsciously.
