Even if you add a group of people, there are only more than 60 people on Cui Geng's side, so it is impossible to fight against thousands of hen people!

Even when Zang Xilie saw it, he was a little dumbfounded.

In desperation, Cui Geng had no choice but to whisper; "Don't resist, if you really die, we will die. Take the initiative to surrender, and there is still a glimmer of life. ”

Zang Xilie and the others said in unison: "Obey!" ”

Although Dong Wanqing and others feel that the hen people are unreasonable, what can they do now? can only listen to Cui Geng's words, a dead horse is a live horse doctor.

When the long ~~

The crowd threw out their blades and crouched on the ground, raising their hands in the air, signaling surrender.

Soon a man wearing a multicolored pheasant feather came to the front of the hen people's procession.

As soon as he made a look, dozens of hen people came up and tied Cui Geng and the others to a strong knot.

Cui Geng's barbarian costume was not distinctive, he saw Dong Xiaotian at a glance, and said in a deep voice: "Batch of people? ”

Dong Xiaotian said: "Yes, I am Dong Xiaotian, the third son of the batch clan. This noble man of the hen clan, can we discuss? ”

"Discuss? How do you want to discuss? ”

"In the next moment of ignorance, he collided with the sacrifice of the nobles, and was willing to pay the ransom......"

"Whew!" The hen man said angrily: "You have collided with the mountain god, and you want to use the money to settle the account?" Think beautifully! Can the mountain god be bought with money? ”

"I didn't mean that, I meant ......"

"It's useless what you say." The hen man stretched out his index finger and waved it on his lips, and said, "After you have collided with the mountain god, there are only two ways to solve it. ”

"But I don't know which two?"

"First, sacrifice your heads to the god of the mountains; Second, use your hearts and livers to sacrifice to the mountain gods; Take your pick! ”

"I ...... Can I not choose? ”

"If you don't choose, it's the mountain god who chooses it himself!"

Then, with a wave of his hand, he said, "Take it, take it!" ”

"Whoa!"

Dozens of barbarians came up, pushed and shoved, and brought Cui Geng and the others to the top of the mountain on the left.

The whole top of the mountain is a huge platform, good guys, don't look at it and don't know, it's full of tents ~ tents, men, women and children combined, even if there are not 10,000, there are 8,000.

Men's vertebrae are inserted with chicken feathers, and short clothes are stomped on their feet. Women's necks are draped, short clothes and long skirts, and the edge is splendid. It was bustling and talking, as if it was a temple fair.

Dong Xiaotian said with remorse: "We originally went to the top of the mountain on the right, but we didn't expect that there was a cave on the top of the mountain on the left. I knew it earlier...... I knew I was running away! ”

Cui Geng glared at Zhang Tianlu fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "That's what you said, the hen people migrated here at will?" With so many of them gathered together, what did they eat and drink? ”

"I ......"

Zhang Tianlu knew that he was at a loss, and he understood that if he wasn't sure that there was a small tribe of hens in front of him, Zang Xilie and the others would not have chased him into the valley regardless of it and fell into an ambush.

He shrunk his neck and said, "This thing is indeed a villain, isn't it, but don't you know astronomy and geography?" Why didn't you pinch your fingers and figure it out? ”

Dong Wanqing and other clansmen listened, but misunderstood what Zhang Tianlu meant.

Zhang Tianlu saw that he was about to die, so he didn't need to worry about Cui Geng's identity, and choked Cui Geng, and said a few words to Cui Geng, and he was happy. How famous are you Cui Geng, you married a Turkic princess, made Tubo discordant with the monarch and ministers, and quelled the Khitan Rebellion with your incorruptible tongue. Why was it that now because of a small misinformation, he was captured alive by a group of barbarians?

There is really some truth in this, Cui Geng is speechless.

But in the eyes of Dong Wanqing and other clansmen, the ghost lord rules the whole clan with the technique of "ghost witch", of course, he boasts of boundless mana.

Now it is Zhang Tianyulu who is about to die, his faith collapses, and he questions the authority of the ghost master.

Dong Wanqing knew that the magic of ghosts and witches was very unreliable, but he still defended Cui Geng: "No matter how exquisite the magic of ghosts and witches is, it depends on the right time, place and people. The number of the Eight Immortals is too small, and it can't provide much soul support, no matter how great the ability of the Ghost Lord Lu is, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice! ”

This is the omnipotent logic of the ghost lords to fool the people: there are too few tribesmen to support my powerful supernatural powers. As for how many tribesmen there are? Nonsense, there are many tribes and they are invincible, so why should ghosts take the initiative to use supernatural powers?

Zhang Tinglu knew what was going on with Cui Geng, the ghost master, and said: "Our Lu ghost master has said that even if there are few people, his magic power is boundless, and he can't do anything else. ”

"He's ......," Dong Wanqing said in his heart, Lu Chunyang, what are you doing with this? I can't help you anymore, for a while.

At this embarrassing moment, the person with the colorful pheasant feather came to everyone again.

He said, "Have you thought about it, and are you sacrificing your head to the mountain god?" Or do you want to dedicate your heart and liver to the mountain god? This ghost lord has a good time for you. ”

"......" Cui Geng and the others shook their heads in unison.

"Since you don't want to choose, that's the old rule, the mountain god decides!"

Immediately, he passed down the order, according to the number of heads of Cui Geng and others, found sixty-two chickens, plucked chicken feathers on the spot, removed the internal organs, and began to barbecue.

The effort is not big, and the fragrance is overflowing.

Seeing that death was coming, Cui Geng stiffened his head and said, "This ...... Dare to ask this noble man of the hen department, before he dies, can he make us understand ghosts? ”

"No problem." The hen with a colorful pheasant feather on her neck stalked, and said proudly: "Remember, it is me who killed you, Cao Lun, the ghost master of the hen department!" If you die and become a ghost, just seek revenge on me. ”

Cui Geng swallowed and spitted at the mouth, and said, "It's not revenge, but asking, you just said that you want to kill us and sacrifice to the mountain god." How to die is decided by the mountain god. This one...... What is the way to decide? ”

Cao Lun stretched out his hand and pointed to the sixty-two hens and said, "Our hen clan uses chicken bones for divination in everything, and this time is no exception. See these chickens? They are your stand-ins. After a while, it will be baked and placed in front of you, and then the ghost lord will perform a ceremony to worship the mountain god. After the sacrifice, the chicken was to see if there was a crack in the left leg bone, and if some, the head of the corresponding person was cut off. If there is none, take the heart and liver of the corresponding person and sacrifice it to the mountain god. ”

Wipe!

Anyway, there are two possibilities on the chicken leg bone, one is cracked, and the other is no crack, which is completely unhumane!

Cui Geng was dumbfounded.

As he spoke, the chickens were almost on the barbecue. All the hens really put a chicken in front of Cui Geng and the others according to what Cao Lun just said.

Immediately afterwards, all the hen people knelt on the ground and watched the ghost lord Cao Lun shake the copper bell to perform...... Ah, no, it's a sacrifice to the mountain god.

This level of Cao Lun's pretending to be a ghost can only be described as miserable. Not to mention that compared with the current Tang Dynasty National Teacher Shi Guangming, it is much inferior to ordinary rural gods.

However, these hens believe this, and they all show a pious color.

Finally!

After Cao Lun's performance, he began to kill people according to chicken bones.

Zhang Tianlu was so frightened that he hung in his pants, and said with the last ray of hope: "This ...... Ghost Lord Lu, I heard that you can communicate with ghosts and gods, but now there is really no way to do it? ”

Dong Wanqing sighed and said, "Now that the matter is over, you will die of that heart, go with peace of mind." Don't say it's him, even if he is a ghost master, he has absolutely no power to return to heaven. ”

"Ah, no!"

At the moment of life and death, Cui Gengqing was anxious, smiled slightly, and said: "What the ghost can't host, I may not be able to do!" Cao Ghost Lord is invited, I have something to say! ”