’ Gifts

Author: Tai Jian

’ Gifts

There are secluded valleys and deep valleys, steep mountains and steep mountains.

As the night gets darker and the sun sets in the west, there is a five-color altar on the mountain with green candlelight flickering.

The figures in front of the altar swayed and jumped, and the music sounded far away.

Behind the altar is an abyss, with dozens of black shadows squirming and roaring on the cliff. Their towering heads and green eyes are actually the pythons lurking at the bottom of the abyss.

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The appearance is independent on the mountain, and the clouds are rong below.

The sky is dim and the day is dark, and the east wind is carrying the rain of gods."

The mugwort is burning, and the green smoke is curling up, flying to the sky with the eulogy, arriving at the place where gods, witches and ghosts live.

The priests were dressed strangely, wearing bright red clothes, triangular white hats, and copper rings on their right hands, which made jingling bells when they danced.

What's even more strange is that their faces are indigo, like evil spirits from hell.

Surrounded by void, woods, and underwater ghosts.

Yes, this is a ghost.

A man in the woods looked at everything in front of him.

This man is dressed as a scholar. His face is about seventeen or eighteen years old. His appearance can be considered delicate. His translucent body and blue-gray face all indicate that this man is also a ghost, or a ghost that cannot condense into a physical entity.

There is a ghostly mist all around, the mountain wind blows, and the ghostly shadows slowly crawl forward along the green mist.

Under the pale moonlight, this place looks like a ghost.

Compared to the ghost squirming forward, the scholar took half a step back.

The scholar's name was Tang Ping. He was originally from another world. He never expected to die because of the war on the first day he came here.

After death, he came to this underworld and became an evil ghost wandering the underworld.

A hundred miles in radius is ruled by a guy named Tang Shen, and now "Yu Li" (yu, li) is held, which means a spring sacrificial activity.

The person responsible for organizing the ceremony is called the "Witch (Nian Xi)", and the male witch is responsible for organizing the ceremony.

The green smoke of burning mugwort flies into the sky.

Tang Ping felt that it was still not safe enough. After determining the location, he bypassed and entered the dense forest on the other side and continued walking in the dark and dark forest. Fortunately, ghosts were not afraid of the dark and could see things at night.

When you step on the dead leaves, the pile of leaves makes a crunching sound. (This is the underworld, ghosts live in the underworld, just like mortals in the underworld)

After a long time, the front suddenly opened up, and there were no more weeds or trees around.

What comes into view is a big banyan tree.

The shade of the trees is like a canopy, and the darkness covers half a mile in radius. The tree beards are like a forest, hanging down quietly, and the trunks are knotted and black as iron.

If you look carefully, you will see that it is covered with strange red blood vines, about the thickness of your thumb, and there are faint lines like green ghost eyes on the blood vines.

There are about a dozen wooden houses scattered under the shade of the trees.

Thatch is the top, and tree whiskers are the bones.

Tang Ping's wooden house is on the southwest side of the tree shade, relatively remote, about thirty square meters.

The wooden door can only block the view a little, and the gap is so big that a fist can fit through.

Fortunately, it was relatively quiet, and the nearest wooden house was twenty feet away from him, on the edge of the shade of trees.

Through the gaps in the wooden house, look at the scene miles away.

Fortunately, it was a ghost, and the darkness did not affect his vision.

On the cliffs of the black abyss, the carols never stop.

boom!

Suddenly, a dark crack opened in the sky, and green light shone in all directions.

A piece of dark brown tortoise shell burned by the flames fell down.

The tortoise shell emits black light, and the black light forms huge characters.

Tang Pingyun looked over carefully and carefully identified the general text.

Since his predecessor was a scholar-bureaucrat of the Jing Kingdom, he naturally knew some words. The tortoise shell roughly means that Zuo Shiqing, the official, worshiped the ghosts and gods, offering one hundred and fifty cattle, pigs and sheep, some melons and fruits, some wine, and ten boys and girls each.

Wow!

Tortoise shells and the above-mentioned things fell from the sky.

Like bait falling into the water to attract a school of fish, the surroundings are dark and ghostly.

roar!

The abyssal python roared into the wind and rain and rose into the sky. It had black and green scales and claws like an eagle. It rushed forward and devoured the cattle, sheep, pigs, boys and girls, and the remaining internal organs and skeletons continued to fall.

Next, from the jungle, a group of blue-skinned and red-skinned evil ghosts with a height of one foot and long goat's horns flew out from the water. The fire clouds under their feet ate up the remaining skeletons.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The remaining evil spirits are wrapped in black clouds, like tadpoles with only black tails in the sky, eating the remaining blood and mugwort smoke.

Countless evil spirits passed by in the sky, and the cold wind penetrated into the wooden house and blew past me, causing my soul to feel stinging.

Tang Ping, who was behind the wooden door, couldn't help but curl up, as if this would bring him a sense of security.

Tang Ping was the only person in the wooden house under the banyan tree, and most of the others went to join in the fun of the sacrifice. He did not follow the crowd to grab these things.

These things are not ordinary food, but sacrifices with special energy, and his soul is full of desire for them.

The more this happened, the more Tang Ping was unwilling to take risks.

I have been in this world for more than three months. I don’t know why I woke up, and I don’t know why I have a wooden house.

Maybe the ghost's memory is just so messed up.

After Tang Ping searched for a long time and couldn't find the so-called golden finger, he became cautious.

This is a land without rules.

Ghosts, gods, witches, handsome ghosts, and monsters rule this land of the underworld.

Nameless ghosts are the lowest existence in the underworld, and any ghost can kill them.

Bang!

At this moment, the last thing in the world fell.

It was a piece of goose egg yellow jade.

The jade biscuit emits yellow light, and mysterious runes appear faintly in the void.

boom!

The ground broke open, and a giant bronze hand ten feet tall stretched out. The arm was covered with mottled patina. The arm was wrapped with green demonic fire. It grabbed the jade bi and then quickly retracted it to the ground.

The green fire swept across a hundred feet with the smell of sulfur, and the lonely wild ghosts and ghost soldiers and ghosts just now affected a small part of the area. The flames burned their souls and then exploded.

The bronze hand then disappeared, the sacrifice ended, the witches disappeared, and the remaining demons and ghosts began to kill each other.

The ghosts either wield magic swords, or breathe out evil fire, transform into black skulls, and summon paper figures, evil winds, and corpses to fight.

Under the dark, gray sky, there were shining magical lights everywhere, as well as the killing cries of ghosts and monsters.

Bloody, terrifying, cruel, the evil of human nature is infinitely magnified.

All ghosts want to get a chance and kill others to climb up.

"Fortunately, I have the foresight." Tang Ping said happily.

A ghost like him can't fly or escape, and can only run on his feet. At first glance, he looks like cannon fodder in the movie who can't survive two episodes. It's really risky to fight those ghosts who know magic and risk your own ghost life.

big.

Snap...

Suddenly, a black light fell outside the house.

"Huh?" Tang Ping's eyes narrowed and he looked down.

This is a piece of black smoke-emitting remains.

The bone is pale, it is a thigh bone, and the bone is engraved with dark seal characters.

Tang Ping quietly opened the door and looked around. There was no one around the woods. Everyone rushed to grab things. He was the only one under the banyan tree.

This bone may be the remains of a ghost that was killed by the flames.

Looks like good stuff.
To be continued...