The remaining academic martial arts masters looked ashamed and ashamed.

I boasted so much before, but when I was in danger, a group of people were as weak as a flock of chickens, and they were crushed by a pig and had no power to fight back.

In the end, it is a shame that two wild roaders are still needed to save their lives.

Fan Laofu's face was flushed, and he took a wound medicine, but he didn't expect that his dignified night tour of the Heavenly Master would be planted in the hands of a mortal, the first time in his life that he was so embarrassed.

Ye Xuan was indifferent, put his sword into the sheath, walked in front of the dying Uncle Wang, and asked:

"Uncle Wang, the harvest god is your ancestor Wang Shude!"

Uncle Wang smiled miserably and said, "That's right! The old ancestor had expected that the political axe would send someone to stop it, so he gave me a magic knife and let me wait for the opportunity to sneak attack!"

Ye Xuan sighed and said, "Then you deliberately belittled the Harvest God before, just to lower our vigilance!"

Uncle Wang nodded with difficulty and said, "Yes, if there is a farmer who can refuse a bumper harvest! As long as the ancestor becomes the god of the land, our mangoes will be big and sweet, and they will definitely be sold for a good price!"

Hear it!

A few academics next to him were furious.

"Wang Daxi, we believe in you so much and are ready to help your village, but you have taken refuge in the evil god and caused us so many losses. ”

Uncle Wang sneered and said coldly: "Put away your hypocrisy, you officials, you old men, you can understand the hard work of our mud legs! How can people who eat meat and chew dried mangoes have a common language! In fact, many officials have come to our village to put on a show, and they also said that they want subsidies. But in the end, the state gave money, but you ate it all. ”

"Bloody mouth! Do we care about this money! It seems that you don't have to be ruthless, you won't tell the whereabouts of the harvest evil god!"

Several martial arts masters were furious and were about to make a move.

Ye Xuan glanced at them coldly and said, "Why, playing prestige on the half-crippled old man, when he faced the divine servant just now, how could he have withered!"

A group of academics were speechless and could only retreat.

Ye Xuan looked at Wang Daxi and said, "Uncle Wang, you should know that your ancestor wants to be a god and sacrifice to the living!"

Uncle Wang didn't answer directly, but asked: "Commissioner Ye, do you know how much mangoes are harvested per catty now." ”

"Sanmaoliu!" Ye Xuan had heard Uncle Wang say before.

"Then do you know how much a pound of straw paper is!" Uncle Wang asked again.

Ye Xuan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Uncle Wang's face revealed an indescribable, heartbreaking bitterness, and two cloudy tears actually slipped down the corners of his eyes.

"Straw paper, five cents a pound! Our mangoes are not even as good as the straw paper for wiping the buttocks, the political axe does not help, the mangoes cannot be sold, we can do this, even if we sacrifice to the living, we must let the ancestors become the gods of the land." ”

"Tomorrow will be a good harvest year, and many fruit sellers will come to our village to buy our mangoes. After a few years, everyone made enough money to build a small drying factory, and from then on, mangoes never had to worry about selling ......."

Uncle Wang's eyes looked into the distance, and he seemed to see a bright future for Wangjia Village.

The brilliance in his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally he closed his eyes contentedly, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he lost his life.

Ye Xuan let out a long sigh!

Uncle Wang's dream is destined to come true.

Because the sacrifice to the gods has a fatal drawback, that is, it encourages the greed of the gods.

Just imagine, after enjoying the sudden surge in strength after enjoying the sacrifice, who would endure the normal cultivation, which is so slow that the ascension speed is outrageously slow.

If the ancestors of the Wang family became the gods of the land, the outcome could be imagined, that is, the whole village was bewitched and slowly sacrificed! In ancient times, even worse things happened, and the people of an entire city were all regarded as sacrifices.

The incense became the sharp power of Shinto, causing ten rooms and nine empty rooms on the land of Shenzhou. When the eternal glory is cast, the scourge of destruction is also sown.

"Chang Le, let's bury Uncle Wang together!" Ye Xuan said.

Chang Le was also a little embarrassed, replaced the shovel with a knife, and began to dig a pit!

At this time!

A man and a woman ran over in a panic.

It was the disheveled Jiang Yifan and Jiang Tingting.

Jiang Yifan said anxiously: "What's the matter, how did the camp be destroyed!"

Fan Lao asked coldly, "Where did you two run just now, were you on night patrol!"

Jiang Yifan chuckled in his heart, looked around and punched, and saw the seriously injured academic master, the dead Uncle Li, as well as the corpses of the wild boar king and the clouded leopard, and immediately understood that because of his mistake, the camp had been attacked and suffered heavy losses.

"Of course it's not us who patrol the night, didn't you just now patrol the night on the wild road! Why did you run to the camp, did you come back lazy to sleep? ”

The temporary worker wanted to cry without tears, and dared to refute, but when he saw Jiang Yifan's vicious eyes, he subconsciously shrank his neck and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Fan Lao shook his head, of course he understood what was going on, but this situation was not easy to pursue, and he could only deal with the aftermath as soon as possible.

In this sneak attack, the two martial arts masters were seriously injured and had to be carried back to the Yin Patrol Division by four temporary workers for treatment, and in order to prevent accidental self-defense, a martial arts master was arranged for the injured team that returned to the team.

Suddenly, the team of seventeen people lost eight people.

But what is even more tricky is that once Uncle Wang died, they didn't know where the harvest god held the sacrifice.

Ye Xuan said: "I think the Harvest God should be in the direction of the west. ”

Jiang Tingting sneered: "You said that the west is the west! Could it be that you are also a believer in the Harvest Evil God!"

Ye Xuan said lightly: "In order to delay time, Uncle Wang definitely took us in the opposite direction, so as soon as the direction is reversed, it is the exact location of the harvest god." ”

Jiang Yifan snorted coldly: "I already knew about this kind of thing, and I still need you to give orders." ”

Chang Le's face was unhappy, and he said disdainfully: "Hindsight, except for playing with women, there will be nothing!" If it weren't for me and the boss, the camp wouldn't know how much loss it would suffer, what capital would you have in front of my boss." ”

"I'll always say a few words, it's not messy enough!"

Fan Lao patted the dust on his body and said:

"Fix it all night, and after dawn, go west!"

Nothing to say all night!

The next morning, when it was still dark, the group set off.

After walking for a whole day, just when everyone thought they were going in the wrong direction, a mountain ridge appeared in the distance.

The trees were tall and lush, and before they could get close, the cries of apes were heard.

Come to think of it, Ape Ridge!

With a specific goal, the search is much easier. In addition, a bonfire is lit during the festival, so it is easy to be discovered.

Several people lay on the top of the mountain, carefully observing the situation at the bottom of the mountain.

In a hollow valley, there stands a five-pointed altar, made of mountain stones, crawling with moss, there are a total of one hundred and eight steps, it is full of fifty percent of the building, every eighteen steps, there is a small platform, and on the left and right sides stand the black stone statues, or dragons, or white tigers, or turtles...... I don't know what material it is carved from, and it has a weird feeling with people. And the altar is painted with a large number of strange runes, full of ancient religious colors.

At the top of the altar, there is an offering table, and in the center is a statue of Huanghuali God, carved with a rich man with hemorrhoids at the corner of his mouth, which is the ancestor of Wangjia Village, Wang Shude.

His offerings are also interesting, a flame, a glass of water, a billet of loess, a seed, a piece of rebar, and a man.

There were eighteen people, from seven or eight-year-old children with vegetables on their faces, to poor middle-aged people in their thirties and forties, and finally an old man with half a foot in the coffin. Although they are not of the same age, there is a frenzy in their eyes, the kind of religious fanaticism that does not cost their lives.

"Believe in the harvest god, harvest every year!"

"As long as the ancestors become the gods of the land, our mangoes will not be sold!"

"Our death is only the sound of the body, but the soul will ascend to the divine kingdom of the ancestors, and there will be no hunger and sickness!"

Eighteen villagers were so fanatical that they took out the knives they carried with them and prepared for the blood sacrifice.

Chang Le's heart tugged and asked, "Boss, shouldn't we do it?" ”

Jiang Yifan hurriedly stopped: "No, you guys are too reckless like this, you should observe for a while!"

"Observe a fart, is it possible to wait for all the villagers to commit suicide, Wang Shude is a god!"

Ye Xuan was speechless, raised his hand and shot out a stone, which was in the middle of the statue of Huanghuali, although the stone was bounced away by the golden light, it successfully disrupted the sacrifice.

"Chang Le, let's go save people!"

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