The thing Jia Cong said was the Pillar of the Hurricane that he mentioned in his book, which was made of blue porcelain as a support, built with fresh human bones, and then mixed with the blood of dozens of young girls, mixed with seawater, and smeared on it as a sacrifice.

The Pillar of the Hurricane is a few sentences of description of the mortals he sees when he travels through a demon domain, and for the purpose of increasing the sense of reality, Jia Cong writes about how popular and effective this Hurricane Pillar is written in that demon domain.

Jia Cong wrote this, nothing more than to highlight the barbarism and primitiveness of the Demon Domain, so he referred to religious instruments such as human bone totem poles and human skin drums, as for the effect, that is the content of the book, and normal people will not take it seriously.

No...... Yes...... While...... True...... Target?

Hehe.

Jia Cong suddenly thought of Jia Dairu's wife who worshiped Houtu and Jia Jing, who had successfully transferred to the head of the Cangsheng Dao, and he had the urge to burst into tears.

Jia Dairu's wife and Jia Jing can be said to be old and confused, but what kind of fun are foreigners coming to join in?

Can understand the half-literate script, the Chinese attainment cannot be low, even if it is worse than the Zhenzhen country girl who can write poetry mentioned by Xue Baoqin in the original work, it is not much worse, why is it so silly and sweet, and actually thinks that the nonsense in the script has an effect?

Moreover, in the script, Jia Cong has already used the protagonist's perspective to mock how ignorant these mortals in the Demon Domain are.

Is it because the literary technique of irony is so clever that foreigners can't understand it?

Even if you can't understand it, just looking at the method of making the hurricane pillar, you should understand that this thing is not a good thing!

Well, for foreigners who peel off the scalps of Indians to make lampshades, make soap from human oil, collect human skin thangkas, and human bone wine cups, it is actually nothing to make crafts by killing people, anyway, they will use turkeys to be grateful.

And those foreign virgins who shine with holy light and touch the world with love are probably praising these original and beautiful products with appreciative eyes.

As for whether the material is taken from the same kind, for Our Lady, who loves dogs more than lovers, their definition of the same kind is absolutely different from that of humans.

The cruel past life taught Jia Cong to face the whole world with a smile, even if it is in the face of the malice of the whole world.

So even though he was entangled in his heart, he kept defending himself with the reason that I was not the world at fault, but he still maintained a light smile on his face, eating and drinking non-stop.

After returning to Rongguo Mansion from Zhao Guoji's house, Jia Cong fell on the bed, covered his head with a quilt, and let out a howl like a ghost crying.

Howling a few times, feeling a little relieved of the depression in his heart, Jia Cong rolled around the bed a few times, and actually fell asleep like this.

The endless waves roared, crimson foam lapped against the reef, and the cold sea breeze howled like the appreciative whispers of bloodthirsty gods.

Jia Cong looked at the crimson water prison in front of him, his eyes were shocked in disbelief, how could this place be so familiar, as if he had created it himself.

No, it's not like, this is clearly the scene he wrote about Da Luo Tianli.

Jia Cong subconsciously looked at the clothes on his body, it was miserable enough to dress as an ancient child, he didn't want to experience the transformation of a man into a woman again! Just the arrival of his aunt every month was enough for him to be miserable and embarrassed.

However, before Jia Cong could lower his head, he saw a golden phalanx floating on the crimson sea, and on the phalanges stood an old man in monk's clothes with green eyebrows and white hair.

The green-eyed Buddha is incarnated by the bones of the ancient Buddha, and those who are born to know are Buddhas, and those who are unknown are demons.

Wait, the key is not this, the green-eyed Buddha doesn't seem to be the character of this scene.

Suddenly, Jia Cong's body was as light as floating in the clouds, and when he opened his eyes again, he floated in the gravityless space, looking down at the bright stars in the dark starry sky, and then fell quickly.

The incomparably magnificent and tall temple, standing between heaven and earth, the huge pillars seem to support the universe of heaven and earth, Jia Cong's eyes sweep, and the holy chant sounds, carefree people, singing the praises of the immortal gods, just like the peaceful heaven described in the myth.

Then a little red light appeared, like a spark in the prairie fire, the world was distorted, the peaceful heaven, turned into a terrible hell, the temple collapsed, like heaven and earth ruined, and in the dust, stepped out of a slender priest in a white robe, facing the wailing of the remnants, the dark eyes flashed with malicious light, indulging in the darkness of destruction.

In the cycle of life and death, seek the truth of the world. Shepherd of the Dawn.

The sun shines, and on the edge of the simple and simple altar, there is a blonde girl dancing barefoot, the blood flowing with her bare feet into the totem on the ground, the green ground is full of blood, and the twelve withered ancient trees guide the light of the sun, and the white soul swells on the remaining branches and leaves.

Corrupt Tree ...... Looks like this thing is going to transform, don't change it!

He won't be blind!

Jia Cong subconsciously covered his eyes, suddenly his head hurt, and his eyes opened suddenly, only to find that most of his body was hanging outside the bed, and the back of his head was intimately colliding with his footsteps.

Jia Cong climbed back into bed and rubbed his sore neck, what did he do?

Jia Baoyu dreamed that he was going to a trip to the fantasy realm, and all he saw were fairies with national colors and fragrances, and there was a stunning beauty who recommended a pillow seat, even if he was frightened and rolled off the bed, there was an attacker to comfort the substitute.

It's good for him, he dreamed, he actually dreamed of a scene in the book, and the characters didn't match, and it was all demons and monsters, and if the heart was weaker, I didn't know why I hung up in the dream?

What kind of iniquity has he done?

Jia Cong suddenly thought of Zhao Guoji's words, and couldn't help sighing, knowing that he wouldn't write it.

How did he know that just writing a novel like a Qi Refiner Heavenly Travelogue could cause so many things.

If you knew that there were so many brain-dead patients who jumped off the building to cross in ancient times, he would rather honestly write about the short flow of talented and beautiful people in his family than to have too much psychological pressure and nightmares one after another.

If you dream of Hou Tu Niangniang, the people of the Tao, and the characters of the Sanqing Saints, Jia Cong can still think of it, so he should make a pilgrimage.

But what I dreamed of were all original demons.,What is this?,Do you scare yourself.,Ask for hardship.。

Jia Cong was thinking nonsense, and suddenly the curtain moved, and Grandma Li hurriedly came in and urged: "Why is my brother still asleep here? ”

Jia Yu is not good?

It's sick.

In ancient times, this was a little annoying, when the father had a headache and brain fever, no matter how big or small the illness, no matter how many subordinates and slaves, when the son had to wait, it was filial piety if it sounded good, and formalism if it was not good.

Jia Cong experienced this nightmare, and was also covered with cold sweat, and was hurriedly called by Grandma Li to change clothes, left the quilt, and was blown by the cold wind, and couldn't help but sneeze twice, and his head was cold.

But Jia Cong just wiped his sweat and went to Jia Yu's yard.

As soon as I arrived in Jia Yu's courtyard, I heard Mrs. Xing's voice: "When I got up early, I saw that the master was fine, why was he sick like this before the afternoon, how are you waiting!"

The girl lifted the curtain, Jia Cong walked in, stood in the corner and glanced around. Seeing not only Mrs. Xing, but Jia Lian was also there, but Sister Feng and Ping'er were missing. There were little guys kneeling on the ground, all of them looking terrified.

"It's really none of the business, the old man and Miss Qiutong were drinking in the house at that time, and the little ones were kicked out. Later, I heard the girl scream, and the little ones came in to see that the master was already like this. ”

The little guys complained of grievances with crying.

Autumn Tung?

Jia Cong's head was crooked, this is the talent that Jia pardoned and rewarded Jia Lian and killed Second Sister You, and his father used the reward to his son, this is an alternative foundation, and Jia Lian is not picky at all.

"I didn't know that the master was drinking wine, praising me for my good waiting, and saying that he would reward me with a string of big beads. Suddenly, the old man's eyes were red, and all his eyes were red, and then he collapsed. Qiu Tong cried so much that the branches trembled, her chest rose and fell, and the white flowers on her open clothes were extremely dazzling.

Jia Cong couldn't help but look at it again and again, and suddenly thought that he didn't even have the ability to masturbate now, so he was not interested, and turned his eyes to Jia Lian, but saw Jia Lian frowning, looking worried.

This is not scientific, Jia Lian is actually more upright and gentleman than him.

"It must be what you have done with this hoof? When I don't know anything-" Mrs. Xing got up and was about to have a seizure, when she suddenly heard Lin Zhixiao say outside the door: "The imperial doctor is here." ”

For a while, Mrs. Xing didn't care about teaching Qiu Tong any more lessons, so she hurriedly took the girl to avoid behind the screen.

Jia Cong followed behind Jia Lian, welcomed the imperial doctor in, and then accompanied the imperial physician to Jia Yu's bedside, waiting for the imperial physician to see him.

While waiting, Jia Cong looked at Jia Yu, and suddenly saw a layer of black gas on Jia Yu's face, and there seemed to be blood streaks swimming around his temples.

Jia Cong couldn't help but be stunned, Jia Yu seemed to be a little familiar.

Jia Cong furrowed his delicate eyebrows and searched in his mind.