SWDnovel Chapter 257 The Spirit Of Sacrifice
Chapter 257 The Spirit Of Sacrifice
"Hmm...and then?" Qin He asked casually.
"Do you know who Commander Ma is?" Ji Lingji opened his eyes and asked.
"Who?"
"There are ten yin commanders in the underworld, and Niu and Masi occupy the second place. The Niu Commander and the Horse Commander are in the same spirit. If you offend one, you offend a pair."
"I admit that you are very strong, but you are definitely not strong enough to fight against the gods. Boy, you have miscalculated. You should not register yourself. If this is the case, you can at least live a few more days." Ji Ling stared at With Qin He.
However, it was still disappointed. Qin He's face was calm, and there was no expression of fear or panic. He still looked indifferent. With a light pinch of his fingers, the peach wood was broken into pieces and stuffed into the crematorium.
"You... are you listening to me?" Ji Ling was a little annoyed.
"I'm listening, just say what you want to say, I won't have a chance for a while." Qin He said seriously.
"Let this matter go first." Ji Ling was agitated, and shouted: "Do you know who you offended?"
"Leader Ma."
"Then do you know who Commander Ma is?"
"Ten handsome men." Qin He took it for granted.
Ji Ling: "..."
"It'll be gone soon, you'd better save your energy, why waste so much talking." At this time, Da Wang Ba stretched his neck and came over.
Ji Ling struggled with his already blurred face, feeling as frustrated as he could be, at the end his tone softened, and he said, "Well... about burning me, can we discuss it again?"
"No." Qin He shook his head, very firmly.
"Keep with me, you will surely make a profit. I am willing to sign a ghost servant contract, and I will be a slave forever, and I can help you resist the revenge of the underworld." Ji Ling became excited again.
It doesn't matter if it's a human or a ghost, once you start begging for mercy, the courage stored in your mind will be released instantly like a ball being pricked by a needle.
"Really, I have dealt with many Yin gods in the underworld."
"Keep me, it's useful to you!"
The sacrifices to the spirits continued.
As a result, Qin He just pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "No way!"
Ji Ling almost collapsed, "Why, what's good for you if I die?"
"There are a lot of benefits, I can't tell you, the next life... Uh, sorry, you don't seem to have a next life." Qin He paused, but the torch sent by Da Wangba ignited the stove.
With a sound of "bang", the coal splashed with kerosene ignited instantly, and the layer of peach wood burned on the coal instantly emitted blue fire and smoke.
At this time, a strange thing happened, the cyan flame quickly ignited the sacrificial spirit, followed by cyan smoke.
Then, the flames of Ji Ling's ghost body slowly blurred, slowly dissipated, and then suddenly dissipated into countless blue star points, which disappeared completely in an instant.
Ji Ling, who stirred up the situation in the East, completely draws a sentence on this.
Then, it's exciting time.
Qin He was not disappointed.
The water pattern dissipated, the gray and white curtain slowly fell, the sound of wooden clappers pierced the dim light, and the shadow puppets performed, as if they were unreal.
Qin He saw Ji Ling's life.
The sacrificial spirit is a ghost, from the very beginning, it is not transformed by a ghost, but by an altar that has condensed a hundred years of resentment and hostility.
When the Rong tribe invaded the East, there was a tribe called Ghost Fang, who worshiped ghosts and gods as their totems. They were very powerful. They accompanied Hua Muzhen in the southern and northern wars and made great achievements.
However, this tribe has a horrifying custom: to sacrifice the living.
Regardless of what happens, whether it is a happy event, a white event or a holiday, one must worship the ghosts and gods, and the tribute to the ghosts and gods is a living person.
The Rong people ruled the middle land for more than a hundred years, and the altar was slaughtered for more than a hundred years. I don't know how many people died. Over time, hostility and resentment were intertwined, and a spiritual wisdom was slowly born.
This spiritual wisdom is the sacrificial spirit.