Yue Guanchao understood that they were not as good as Tang Dianrong, if someone fired the first shot, they would have been beaten into a sieve at this time!

After clearing the pros and cons, Yue Guanchao took out a respectful tone, and copied the official words and complimented:

"Dare to ask my brother's name, I see that you talk well, you don't look like a vicious person, how can you appear here?"

When Tang Dianrong heard this, he sighed, pretending to frown deeply:

"A small name, a small surname, why worry about it, this matter is a long story, let's go upstairs, I'll tell you slowly."

It's okay, let's see what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd!

Yue Guanchao took his companions and followed Tang Dianrong into the beast carving door, there was nothing behind this door, and the stone steps rotated up into the darkness, which was the only entrance to the second floor.

They walked dozens of steps to the second floor of the main hall.

Here, it's much more lively than the cold main hall!

The second floor is different from the lobby with a strange sense of majesty, this slightly square hall is less majestic, and there is a sense of evil in the wilderness.

Yue Guanchao looked around, the east and west walls each have hidden doors and walls integrated into one, if you don't look carefully, you really can't find that it is a stone carved door.

The four walls are still dotted with nine gods, this time no longer protruding from the walls, but instead of ancient and mysterious murals.

The gods in the murals are almost the same as the statues, and there is only one thing that makes everyone feel strange!

The frescoes are normal everywhere else, except for the hands of the gods protruding from the walls, as if they were sticking their hands out of the frescoes, holding firmly on the chains in their hands.

All of them, without exception.

From a distance, the nine chains resemble the bite of a poisonous snake, firmly pulling the giant shrine on the north wall.

This huge shrine is not big or small, and it rises from the ground like a pavilion, and roughly estimates that it occupies half of the wall.

Carefully examined, the shrine resembles a palace-style archway, the bottom is erected with knee-high blue bricks, and the upper and lower beams and columns are built into a "well" structure, and five layers of eaves are erected from the top to the waist.

Yellow lacquer fan tile, cornices warped corners, between each layer there are corridors and branch windows, clear glazed inlay in the meantime, the bottom only leaves the middle door completely open, inside to build a treasure tent gold pavilion, the whole Shi Xuan red lacquer.

This kind of shrine generally appears in the big temple, and the worship is also the gods, Buddhas, and immortals, and the niches in front of them are only sacred, and there is no reality in its form, and there is an evil atmosphere in the eyes of the gods.

Without him, every beam outside this shrine is covered with life-like bronze skeletons.

Most of these skeletons are the size of fists, and their hollow features are filled with black charcoal sand, and their appearance is rusty, and from time to time they fall slag, and from a distance, the shrine looks like a terrifying ghost mountain full of skeletons.

The nine chains just hooked the cornices to the left and right of the shrine, and were firmly drawn by the idol by the chains that stretched out from all directions.

On top of the chain, various human organs are suspended.

Ears, nose, throat, mouth, eyes, head, limbs, internal organs......

Between these organs hung a wooden rune in the shape of a wat board, and the bright red blood on them had dried up, and the dirty blood made the whole scene look extremely gloomy.

The source of this sense of horror is the strange ancient god wearing the mask of the ox's head in the treasure pavilion!

Dressed in armor from an unknown dynasty and from a certain dynasty, covered in pitch-black armor, the puppet clutched a rusty sword in its hand, and the ox-headed mask covering its head was even more monstrous than that of the Dancing Witch.

On closer inspection, the red silk rope behind the mask hangs down to the shoulder, countless human-eyed copper bells hang from the tail of the rope, six curved horns are arranged on both sides, and the ghost face in the middle seems to be smiling but not smiling, like angry but not angry, and is enshrined with a strange expression.

It seems to be sitting upright, but everyone can't feel a little righteousness, and they exude a terrifying aura that may devour the souls of the living at any time.

Yue Guanchao thought to himself, the one who uses human blood to make talisman sacrifices will definitely not be the gods of the Central Plains.

However, he hadn't read a few books, so he could only ask his companion Song Siyuan, who had the highest Chinese proficiency:

"Miss Song, what kind of god do you say this is, there are so many skeletons, and they have to be sacrificed with internal organs and blood."

Song Siyuan felt physically unwell from the moment she saw the shrine.

These dried organs, fresh blood, and weird sacrificial gods are already extremely terrifying visually, coupled with this stinky bloody and foul atmosphere, how do you look at it and think it's a crooked way.

She held back the churning of gastric juice and said:

"Since the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, the Central Plains Lile righteous way to get rid of evil rituals, with six animals instead of living people to completely distinguish ghosts and gods, has given up obscene and wild sacrifices, but all the people can be sacrificed only by the righteous gods, no matter how bad it is, it is also the evil god who has changed the evil and returned to the right."

"This kind of sacrifice of human blood and internal organs is definitely not the orthodox god of the Central Plains."

"But." She paused, her tone full of doubt:

"You asked me to tell me which ancient god it was, but I don't know very well, after all, in Chinese mythology, slightly evil gods are either destroyed, or completely sealed, or they are orthodoxly recruited by the gods."

"Perhaps, this is the ancient god of Witch Coffin Town, who is both good and evil."

Right now, Song Siyuan doesn't know the bottom in his heart, but if he guesses, the ancient gods of the Su Shen clan are undoubtedly the most suitable for the situation.

"You mean, they sacrificed to the gods of the Sushen tribe, and exchanged their flesh and blood for a chance to live."

Although Yue Guanchao didn't understand who the gods were worshipped, Song Siyuan's words gave him at least part of the answer, these people could be protected by the shrine, which seemed to be related to human blood sacrifices.

It's just that how long can this way of living last, feeding the ancient gods with their bodies, I'm afraid this is the reason why there are only a few dozen of them left.