By the moment the man shouted this, it was already too late. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI've gotten off the altar, and I'm scrambling to wipe the blood from my body at the moment.

Turning back to look at the man, he looked like he was about seventy years old, and his face was extremely wrinkled. The corners of his eyes drooped to the sides, and he held a wooden cane and was dressed in a sackcloth robe. The whole person was unusually thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Isn't this the old man in sackcloth in the picture of the ghost eye's prophecy?

Shouldn't he be in the place of the altar? How can it appear in the opposite position?

In the prediction picture of the ghost eye, it is the old man in sackcloth who is really sitting on the altar. At this moment, the position where the old man in Mai is standing should be where I am, but now the positions of the two of us have just been reversed. It's the opposite of what the ghost predicted.

Could it be that the mysterious power in this canyon can fight against the prediction of the ghost eye?

Thinking about the two ends of the cave, one day and the other night, maybe there is really this possibility.

The old man in sackcloth, stepping on the slender single-plank bridge at this moment, walked over slowly, his beard was very long and gray, and when he walked up to me, he did not say much, but stared at me intently for a long time.

Let's be honest. Even though he was old, seventy or eighty, I really saw the flames in his eyes, not the kind of flames that actually burned, but the kind of look that resembled flames.

His eyes. It's bright! It can be described as a torch!

"You...... Hey...... "The old man in Mai wanted to say something twice, but his fingers trembled and pointed at me, and after pointing for a long time, he didn't say a word.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged on the octagonal altar, put his cane aside, and sat in the middle of the altar so intently, and the next scene made me completely stunned.

The huge stone sculpture of the sheep's head above his head was still dripping blood, but it was dripping onto the old man's body. It slid down his hair and onto the sackcloth he was wearing, and the blood could not soak his clothes, so it flowed down his sackcloth into the blood grooves on all sides of the altar.

After about ten minutes, the blood in the sheep's head stopped flowing, and the old man in sackcloth slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the blood troughs in all directions, and let out a long sigh, but he didn't say anything else, but picked up his crutches, got up tremblingly, and left again.

"Old-timers!" I shouted, and rushed over to help him, but he didn't refuse me, so I let him hold him all the way to the river.

I asked: "Old-timer, what's going on with this sheep's head altar?"

It's okay if I don't speak, but when I speak, the old man in Mai immediately became angry, and at this moment he scolded me with his head and face: What did you say? This is the idol of the King of the Sheep! If you speak disrespectfully, be careful that the King of the Goats accepts you!

He was so angry that his whole body trembled, I really didn't know that I could make him angry like this by casually saying a sheep's head altar, so he quickly nodded and said: What the old-timers said is, what the old-timers said.

After he had calmed down his anger, we stood by the single-plank bridge, and I asked tentatively: "Senior, why is there blood on the idol of the King of the Goat?"

The anger of the old man in Mai had already subsided, and he said lightly at this moment: Because the King of the Goat is a flesh-and-blood god who protects this prairie and protects all the cattle, horses and sheep to grow strongly. It is the patron saint of the grassland for thousands of years.

I scratched my head and thought: I have never heard of the King of the Goat, and there has never been this character in history, and there are many famous people on the steppe, Genghis Khan Temujin, Kublai Khan, these are all celebrities.

But I thought so in my heart, I didn't dare to ask such a question again, this old man has a strange temper, and his laughter is invisible, so to speak, he will be angry when he gets angry, and there is absolutely no pause.

I said, "Senior, why are you in this canyon?"

He put his cane on the ground and said: I am the sixty-first guardian of the King of the Goat, the people of our family, who have been guarding here for generations, after the baptism of war in ancient times, the secret of the King of the Goat was gradually forgotten, and today I finally met the pure soul, but I didn't expect to be a fool!

This old man in Mai spoke very straight, without any twists and turns, and directly called me a fool.

I scratched my head and said, "Well, my friends often call me stupid too."

The old man in Mai almost fell to the ground and said, "No wonder, you can see it, you are a complete fool." Do you know? The King of the Goats has not sacrificed the blood of the King of the Goats for hundreds of years.

I didn't speak, and the old man in Mai continued: And I haven't seen outsiders for more than fifty years, and today I have to see the blood of the King of the Goat sacrificed to symbolize the supreme guardian power, and I appeared, and you! Ay...

At this point, the old man in Mai was silent, obviously still accusing me of being a fool. Intestinal co-technique.

I'll admit I'm stupid, but that can't be helped, it's already happened, and there's no point in going on. I said, "Old-timer, there are a lot of Mongolian characters carved near the King of the Goat, can you understand it?"

"It is recorded above that the king of the sheep helped the people of the steppe, established tribes, and protected livestock. Under the protection of the King of the Goats, the people of the grassland lived happily and richly. ”

I was stunned and thought: Something is wrong, Ulihan told me, the Mongolian script on it is carved about the deeds of the great wizard of Bilge. And when it came to the mouth of this old man in sackcloth, how did it become the story of the King of the Goats?

Is there a man who is telling a lie?

I stared at the old man in sackcloth, and asked tentatively: "Senior, how can I make the King of the Goat sacrifice blood again?"

The old man in Mai looked sideways at me, and a look of hatred appeared on his face and said: Sacrifice blood again? What are you the king of the goats? Can I sacrifice blood to you casually?

"Hey." I sighed heavily and didn't say anything else.

The old man in Mai paused for a moment and said to me, "Well, you go back to the original route, and I will wait for you here, and when you are out of the sight of the King of the Goats, you will come back." If it were possible, perhaps the King of the Goats would sacrifice his blood again, after all, you lad have a pure soul.

I hummed, and immediately walked quickly towards the other end of the single-plank bridge, and as soon as I walked across the single-plank bridge, the old man in Mai said another sentence: By the way, don't look back when you go, remember!

Although I didn't understand what the old man in Mai meant, I still gave a heavy sigh of gratitude, and walked towards the jungle canopy, trampling on the weeds, I said in my heart that good people are really rewarded, although they have temporarily lost contact with the second master, but they have met the family heir who guards the statue of the king of the sheep, and it is good luck.

When I walked into the jungle completely, I walked for about twenty minutes, and I felt that I would definitely not see the idol of the King of the Goat at this time, after all, after shuttling in the jungle for so long, I don't know how many towering trees I crossed, I must have already covered my vision.

Looking back, sure enough, there are lush weeds behind him, and the leaves in the jungle, although they have not experienced the sun all year round, are still growing very luxuriantly, which is particularly amazing.

After walking for about ten minutes, I crossed the jungle and saw the stone wall carved with the King of the Goat, and in front of the stone wall, there was still the small river, and there was still a slender single-plank bridge on the river, but the old man in sackcloth had disappeared.

So I walked along the bridge, and when I came to the bottom of the altar, I thought to myself, this time, I must sit on it with a firm heart.

The moment I sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, sure enough, blood fell on the top of my head again, I was ecstatic, this time the King of the Goat was willing to give me the blood that symbolized the power of guardianship, it seems that this trip to the north is still very smooth, and when I finish absorbing the power of guardianship, I will hurry to find the second master and them.

But just as the first drop of blood fell on the top of my head, suddenly the voice of an old man in sackcloth came from behind me, and he shouted: "Little guy, danger! Hurry up and get out of this altar, this time the blood of the King of the Goats sacrificed has changed in power!

I was startled, and hurriedly ran down the altar, and the old man strode at the moment, completely lost the old man's weak appearance and ran over, and without saying a word, sat cross-legged in the middle of the altar.

I was stunned for a moment and asked: "Senior, the blood of the King of the Goat has changed, what are you doing sitting on it?"