Cloudy, light rain, foggy.

Listening to the rain outside, Xu Yuan, who was sitting in the pavilion, lowered his eyes and browsed the classics in his hand.

The pages have yellowed with age, and the ink marks on the title page are a little blurry, but the title can still be faintly read.

A Thousand Thorns.

The author of the book is no longer available, and it is a record of what the author saw and heard along the road of the Thousand Thorn Gorge.

Qianjian Gorge is a three-regardless land that has given birth to many uncivilized barbarian peoples.

They have the most primitive living customs and beliefs, and they also have the bloodiest sacrificial activities.

Compared with these tribes, Xiaobai's underground palace remnants all seem to be civilized.

At most, the remnants of the dungeon believe in natural selection, driving useless people into the lair of strange ghosts to fend for themselves, while most of the tribes in the Thousand Thorn Gorge will take the initiative to hold a ritual similar to a cult blood sacrifice.

The reason is simple.

For example, the lines imitated by the author of the book according to the cats and tigers, and then the names of the ghosts and gods that those tribes believe in!

It is really one side of the water and soil to support one person.

This. Isn't it a little too ignorant?

But to get back to the point, this kind of blood sacrifice ritual is not all "feudal superstition".

After all, there is no such thing as the power of faith in this world.

Born in the imperial land, don't believe in gods, and believe in gods? Then I'll send you straight to it.

Closing the ancient book, Xu Yuan shook his head gently.

The imperial court and the sect spend their efforts to help you develop and help you build, why don't you thank the officials, the court, or even the sect, but you go to thank you for the god who doesn't exist?

The rain in the mountains came, and the smoke and rain were hazy.

But because of the passage of time, this part has become a little incomplete.

The author's description of this part is very detailed, so detailed that you can feel the blood just through the words.

Disobedience to discipline and disrespect for the emperor's orders.

For example, the wolf in the desert.

With a long exhale, Xu Yuan's gaze fell on the rain curtain outside the pavilion.

As far as he could tell now, this blood ritual in the Thousand Thorns Gorge should be considered a primitive practice.

The feudal dynasty has no human rights, let alone immortals.

Therefore, these things gradually disappeared in the territory of Dayan, and were eradicated by the sect and the imperial courts of all dynasties.

Cut off the limbs of the people, use the stumps and severed arms to form specific patterns in the clearing, and then cut open the abdomen of the sacrificers who have become human beings and place them in the center, so that their blood forms a strange blood pattern along the dug ditch.

Some of them are spiritual, and some of them have always been disobedient to discipline, but they have been physically used, and tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of clansmen have evaporated overnight.

There used to be many ethnic groups in the fourteen states of Middle-earth with similar primitive sacrifices and worship, but by the time of the Great Yan Dynasty, they had basically disappeared.

Because there will really be some powerful creatures who enjoy this set of things, and make contracts with some tribes in the form of sacrifices.

When it rains, the entire canyon is covered with a white mist that hides the manor in the middle of the abyss.

According to the common sense that Xu Yuan learned in his previous life, the geographical location of Qianjian Gorge, which is located inland, should have very little rainfall, and it can rain twice a month here. Mrs. Naguan really has some means.

Rolling up his sleeves, Xu Yuan soaked his arm into the fine light rain, felt the ticking coolness brought by it, and unconsciously hooked the corners of his lips.

In two days, Xu Yuan had a preliminary understanding of Mrs. Guan's methods of controlling people's minds through spiritual vision.

The rain and fog are what Mrs. Naguan is doing.

Her control of the mind is through the strange substances that float in the air, and the rain and fog are the condensation of those strange substances.

If on a clear day, the amount of those strange substances in the air is one, then the mist is five, and the rain is twenty.

Just like the drizzle now, it is as silent as the drizzle, and ordinary means cannot be sensed at all.

Bai Muxi was tricked because he had been practicing in the house for a long time, and Ran Qingmo escaped because he went out early and returned late every day, as for Xu Yuan himself.

Retracting his palm, Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at the crystal rain and dew on it, his expression calm and deep.

It didn't work for him at all.

Thinking in his heart, Xu Yuan grasped his hand tightly, and the dew on it was already gone.

After removing the impurities from Xiaobai's body the night before, Xu Yuan took the initiative to try to incorporate it into his body, but found that this thing could actually help him cultivate.

It's only a small bit, but it's really grown.

This Mrs. Guan doesn't seem to be a person.

Thinking in his heart, Xu Yuan put his hand on the rain curtain again, and the moment these water stains fell into his hand, they disappeared immediately.

Inner chamber hall.

The slender faceless young woman was still caressing her lower abdomen, but her eyes were looking in the direction of the pavilion without blinking.

When it rains, the whole canopy is within her senses.

And at this moment, she keenly sensed that part of her spell had suddenly disappeared.

It's very subtle, but at her level, even the slightest fluctuation can be perceived.

Pouring her mind in, her consciousness into the rain curtain, she poured towards the pavilion where the change had occurred, but all she saw was a rocking chair.

No one sits, but it is gently rocking back and forth.

"Squeak."

"Squeak."

Under the dim sky and mist, the unmanned rocking chair at the edge of the pavilion swayed rhythmically, and the sound was particularly strange in the rain.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The immature children's voice seemed to have discovered her mother's abnormality, and the young woman's lower abdomen sounded crisply.

The young woman hiding in the shadows was silent for a while, and said softly:

"That gentleman, it seems that he doesn't want to like you, and he is warning his mother not to mess around."

"Ah, why is he?"

Tong Yin was a little puzzled when he heard this: "Isn't it good that everyone can be happy if they are eaten by me?" ”

The young woman gently comforted the boy in her womb:

"Probably. Because sir, he and Nuo Nuoling are the same kind. ”

"Since he's of the same kind, he should be more than happy to be eaten by me."

said, the immature children's voice was taken for granted: "Mom, aren't you like this?" ”

"Mom is willing to be eaten by you because she loves you."

The young woman's dark eyes shone gently: "But sir, he doesn't know you after all, why don't you ask Mr. to leave?" ”

"Don't!"

"Nuo Nuo, if Mr. is gone, you will be able to eat your favorite Sister Su."

"Poof!"

Before the words fell, a small hand that was not fully developed directly pierced the young woman's slightly bulging lower abdomen, and blood splattered on the distorted blood-colored lines on the ground.

Tong Yin carried a touch of madness, and the little twisted hands soaked in blood seemed to want to crawl out:

"I don't care, Mom, you said you want me to eat that gentleman, if words don't count, Nuo Nuo will go to Mr. herself!"

(End of chapter)