After nightfall, the illuminations of Fengbei Castle are beautiful.

Jiang Yuan and Yu Ling played in the night market together, and there were not many opportunities to relax.

The two happily went shopping, guessed lantern riddles, and had a lot of fun.

When he learned that the sacrificial ground would take place here, Jiang Yuan rushed over after dealing with the matter at hand.

As for the sacrificial ground, Jiang Yuan had already come into contact with it once in the divine arts, and he was no stranger to it.

And this time, Jiang Yuan also learned more about the sacrificial ground from the Imperial Law Secret Sect.

Fengbei City is about to be reduced to a sacrificial ground, and the Imperial Law Secret Sect has notified Luo Guo here, and the surrounding areas of Fengbei City have also begun to be blocked, and ordinary people are no longer able to enter and exit, just like Taiping Town was blocked at the beginning.

For this reason, Jiang Yuan once asked the people of the Imperial Law Secret Sect if they could relocate all the living people in Fengbei City in advance, leaving an empty city, so as not to harvest the souls of the gods and demons.

The answer Jiang Yuan got was that someone did do it in ancient times.

However, the sacrificial ground did not come to the empty city for this reason, but appeared in other living cities with unexpected results, causing serious losses to the mortals and princes in that city by surprise.

So then, it was thought that a place that could be known and controlled was much better than a place that was unknowable and uncontrollable.

Therefore, the transcendent forces will not move the living people in the city where the sacrifice ground will appear, so as not to undergo unpredictable changes in the sacrifice ground, and will only notify the princely families and demon clan children in the city to leave in advance.

When the sacrificial ground was calculated to be in Fengbei City, all the living people in the city had already been abandoned.

Jiang Yuan also had no intention of moving the living people here, otherwise if the sacrificial field suddenly appeared on Xincheng's own territory, then the situation would be even worse.

He vaguely felt that this time the sacrificial ground was coming for him, so he came here in person and waited for the sacrificial ground to happen.

The people of the city, unaware of what was coming, continued to live as usual.

It was only after learning that the road in and out of the city had been suddenly blocked by officers and soldiers that there were occasional doubts and uneasiness.

On the stage, there are still businessmen singing:

"Fengbei is good, Fengbei is good, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the scenery is good, prosperous and stable, singing and dancing everywhere! Shengping, Shengping!"

I have to say that the night in Fengbei City is very lively.

The prosperity of the city also makes the people here have to play for a long time after dark.

Jiang Yuan and Yu Ling walked along the street while watching, like a couple in love.

However, after walking not far, Jiang Yuan suddenly stopped, and Yu Ling's eyes also looked at the side of the street suspiciously.

In a dark corner of the street, a figure sat on a mazar, with a small square table in front of him.

The man was tall and thin, dressed in a wide black and red witch robe, covered with bronze mirrors of various sizes. He wore a high crown on his head, a piece of blue jade on his forehead, and held a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand.

This is an old man, his thin appearance and body are full of the heaviness and texture of the years.

What was particularly peculiar was his eyes, the pupils of the old man were very deep black, and next to the two pupils, there was a small red dot on each of them, as if they had been pricked by a needle.

Seeing this peculiar old man, Yu Ling couldn't help but wonder:

"Childe, this person seems to be ......"

Jiang Yuan smiled, and then walked over with Yu Ling.

When the two approached, they saw that the old man was still hanging his head and fiddling with the objects on the square table.

There were many objects on the table, including some turtle shells and grass, which the old man was arranging with his hands in a unique order, and then increasing or decreasing.

Jiang Yuan looked at it for a while and asked:

"What is this doing?"

The old man replied without raising his head:

"Fortune telling. ”

Jiang Yuan smiled slightly:

"Can you do the math for me? By the way, collect the money?"

Only then did the old man pause slightly:

"The first time is free, and the second time is paid, I have to make any conditions. ”

"You're pretty confident. Jiang Yuan was sunburned.

The first time it was free, the old man was expected to be absolutely successful, so that the customer would come to the door for the second time, and he could let the old man open the conditions.

The old man raised his head and asked:

"What are you going to count?"

Jiang Yuan thought for a while and replied:

"It's a bad luck. ”

The old man continued:

"Long or short?"

"What do you mean by that?" Jiang Yuan asked.

The old man stretched out his hand, spread out the turtle shell and grass on the table, and said:

"As the saying goes: the turtle is short, the turtle is long. You tell me whether the bad luck you want to calculate is short-term or long-term, so that I can choose the right magic weapon for you. For short-term divination, it is more accurate to use divination. For long-term divination, it is more reliable to use turtle divination. ”

Jiang Yuan wondered:

"Is the short-term bad luck different from the long-term?"

"When the time is different, the good fortune changes. The old man replied, "Just like a man, unfortunately riding a horse and breaking his leg, in the short term, this is a murder." But then war broke out in the country, and the man was lucky enough to avoid military service and save his life because he broke his leg, which is Ji. ”

Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment and replied:

"I'm long-term. ”

The old man then grabbed the turtle shell from the table and placed it in his palm.

Then, a blazing fire suddenly abruptly arose in the old man's palm, enveloping the tortoise shell and burning in it.

The tortoise shell continued to burst in the flames, and cracks burst on it.

The old man narrowed his strange eyes, and he was about to look carefully at the turtle shell.

However, at this time, there was a "crackle!" explosion, and the entire turtle shell exploded and fell apart.

The old man frowned lightly, threw away the exploding turtle shell, and took a whole piece of the turtle shell from the table again and continued to burn it.

This time, just like last time, when the old man planned to take a closer look at the cracks in the tortoise shell, the tortoise shell would explode and shatter on its own.

The old man tried again, but the result was still the same, and the old man could not see the crack in the turtle shell.

"I can't count your life. ”

Finally, the old man stupidly threw the burnt turtle shell on the ground and said:

"But I can send you a story. ”

Jiang Yuan shrugged, turned around and left.

This old man was not an outsider, it was the witch Xianxin that Jiang Yuan had seen through spells.

Regarding this witch, Jiang Yuan has no grudge against him, but he is also wary.

When he was outside the temple, before he entered the divine arts, his communication with Xianxin cleared many doubts in his heart. After all, Jiang Yuan still has to thank him.

But in another time and space in the divine arts, the witch and the harlequin told herself that she must be careful of Xianxin.

Now that Xianxin appeared in Fengbei City tonight, Jiang Yuan would never think that he was passing by by by accidentally, so he came to talk to him.

But knowing that at this moment, Jiang Yuan still didn't get anything, and he suddenly lost interest in the story that Xian Xin had prepared earlier.

That's why Jiang Yuan turned around and left, wasting time here, it might as well be used to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the night.

Although Jiang Yuan and planned to leave, Xianxin still said slowly:

"In ancient times, a prince of the Jin Kingdom faced a great enemy, and the family was about to be destroyed. The patriarch hurriedly found Wu Zhu, who was in charge of his sacrifice, and prepared to punish him.

He angrily asked Wu Zhu: 'If you sacrifice for me, you will be sure that the sacrifice is not fat, and that you are not sincere when fasting.' As a result, now you have angered the gods in heaven and caused me to perish my clan, why do you want to do this?'

Wu Zhu replied, "The original patriarch only has one artifact. But he didn't think it was too little, but he was worried that his virtue was not enough, for fear that he would be a little wrong. Now that you have four artifacts, not only are you not worried about your lack of moral virtues, but you just don't think there are too few artifacts. You know that spending a lot of money to search for the world's artifacts will inevitably increase the taxes on the people. If you pay too much tax and labor, the people will naturally be dissatisfied and curse and scold you. Do you think that just by praying to the gods and offering sacrifices to the gods, you can bring good fortune to your family? The people are not convinced, they secretly turn their back on you, curse you, and you will perish. You only expect me to pray and bless you, but all the people in the fiefdom curse you, and I alone can praise and bless you better than all the curses and scoldings?'

One person wishes it, a country curses it, one blessing is invincible, and the country is not worth it? What crime do you wish it?"

After the story was told, Xianxin put away the Mazha square table and gradually left.

Following the flow of the crowd, Xianxin's figure quickly disappeared into the street.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but reminisce about his story:

"I can't ...... curse"

Jiang Yuan didn't understand what Xian Xin meant by giving him this story.

Could it be that mortals can still affect the survival of the Gong family?

To the Gong family, mortals are like ants, but they are just human animals used for sacrifice.

Jiang Yuan shook his head, and was about to put aside this boring story, but suddenly his heart moved.

He suddenly remembered that although mortals were different from the children of the Gong family, they had one thing in common, that is, souls!

Whether it is the soul of a mortal, or the soul of a disciple of a princely family, whether it is the soul of the strong or the soul of the weak, it is the same.

So far, Jiang Yuan has encountered only ghosts and "Soul Ascension Technique" that can change the soul.

Jiang Yuan thought of this, and asked Yu Ling beside him for help, asking Yu Ling to confirm the matter of the soul through the artifact.

Soon Yu Ling confirmed that it was completed, and he used the soul of a living person to sacrifice to the artifact, and it was really only about quantity, not quality.

In the eyes of the artifact, whether it is an old man, a child, a man, a woman, a noble, a slut, a good person, a bad person, a mortal, or a transcendent person...... All people's souls are the same, and there is no difference between them.

Only those who have reached another realm, such as gods and demons, will have a soul that is very different from that of the human race.

Jiang Yuan's magic weapon is not easy to say, mortal souls can make it create fierce ghosts, and if there are enough gods souls, it can even create an evil demon.

"What does he mean by telling me this story?"

Jiang Yuan looked at the direction in which Wu Xianxin left, Xianxin had already chosen to leave, so Jiang Yuan naturally wouldn't catch up and ask carefully.

There are many things that you have to figure out on your own.

"Childe?" Yu Ling looked at Jiang Yuan with some concern, "Did you encounter something?"

Jiang Yuan came back to his senses, and he hugged Ling too much:

"It's okay, let's keep playing. ”

If you can't figure it out, put it aside for the time being, and sooner or later there will be a time when you will understand.

The eyes are full of rivers and mountains, and it is better to take pity on the people in front of you.