Chapter 581 Who Is More Weird?

Cloudy, light rain, floating fog.

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

The pages have yellowed due to the years, and the ink marks left on the title page are also a little blurry, but the title of the book can still be vaguely seen.

Thousand Thorns Chronicles.

The author of the book is no longer traceable, and it records what the author saw and heard along the way in Thousand Thorns Gorge.

Thousand Thorns Gorge, as a place where no one knows what to do, has bred many uncivilized and barbaric nations.

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

Compared with these tribes, Xiaobai's underground palace survivors seem civilized.

The underground palace survivors believe in natural selection at most, and drive useless people into the alien den to let them fend for themselves, while most of the tribes in Thousand Thorns Gorge will take the initiative to hold rituals similar to cult blood sacrifices.

Cut off the limbs of the people, and use the broken limbs and arms to form a specific pattern on the open ground, and then cut open the abdomen of the sacrificers who have become human pigs and place them in the middle, so that their blood will form a strange blood pattern along the dug ditch.

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

But because of the long time, this part has been a little incomplete.

For example, the pattern imitated by the author, and the names of the ghosts and gods believed in by those tribes!

It is true that the land and water nurture the people.

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

According to the information he has learned now, this blood sacrifice ceremony in Qianji Gorge should be regarded as a primitive bad habit.

After all, there is no so-called power of faith in this world.

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

The reason is very simple.

Disobedience and disrespect for the emperor's orders.

The court and the sect spent a lot of effort to help you develop and build, but you don't thank the government, the court, or even the sect, but you thank your god who doesn't exist?

Isn't this a bit too ignorant?

So these things gradually disappeared in the territory of Dayan, and were eradicated by the sect and the court of successive dynasties.

Some were spiritual, and some who were always undisciplined were physically eliminated, and tens of thousands of tribesmen evaporated overnight.

Born in the imperial land, you don't believe in gods, but believe in gods? Then send you to see it directly.

In the feudal dynasty, there are no human rights, not to mention the difference between immortals and mortals.

But getting back to the point, this blood sacrifice ceremony is not all "feudal superstition".

Because there are really some powerful creatures who enjoy this set of things and conclude contracts with some tribes through sacrifices.

For example, the unicorn wolf in the desert.

After a long breath of turbid air, Xu Yuan's eyes fell on the rain curtain outside the corridor pavilion.

The mountains are covered with rain, and the mist is hazy.

Whenever it rains, the whole canyon is covered with a layer of white mist that hides the manor in the vast abyss.

According to the common sense that Xu Yuan knew in his previous life, the rainfall in Qianji Gorge, which is located in the inland, should be very small. It can rain twice a month here. That Madam Wan really has some tricks.

Lifting up his sleeves, Xu Yuan soaked his arms in the fine rain, feeling the dripping coolness brought by it, and unconsciously curled the corners of his lips.

In two days, Xu Yuan had a preliminary understanding of Madam Wan's means of controlling people's minds through spiritual vision.

This rain and mist are the magic of Madam Wan.

Her means of controlling people's minds are to use those strange substances floating in the air, and this rain and mist are the condensation of those strange substances.

If the content of those strange substances in the air can reach one in clear weather, then the mist is five, and the rain is twenty.

Just like the drizzle now, it moistens things silently, and ordinary means can't sense it at all.

Bai Muxi was attacked because she had been practicing in the house for a long time, while Ran Qingmo escaped because he went out early and came back late every day. As for Xu Yuan himself.

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

This thing has no effect on him at all.

Thinking in his heart, Xu Yuan clenched his palm, and when he opened it again, the water dew on it had disappeared.

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

Although it was only a very small trace, it did grow.

This Madam Wan, it seems that she is not a human either.

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

Inner room hall.

The slender faceless young woman still stroked her lower abdomen, but her eyes were looking at the direction of the corridor pavilion without blinking.

When it rained, the entire sky was within her sensing range.

At this moment, she keenly sensed that part of her magic had suddenly disappeared.

It was very subtle, but at her level, she could feel even the slightest fluctuation.

She poured her mind into it, immersed her consciousness in the rain curtain and rushed towards the pavilion where the incident happened, but she only saw a rocking chair.

No one was sitting there, but it was rocking back and forth gently.

"Creaky."

"Creaky."

Under the cover of the dim sky and water mist, the unmanned rocking chair at the edge of the pavilion rocked rhythmically, and the sound it made seemed particularly strange in the drizzling rain.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The tender childish voice seemed to have discovered something strange about her mother, and there was a clear sound in the young woman's abdomen.

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

"That gentleman doesn't seem to like you, Nuo Nuo. He's warning mom not to mess around."

"Why should he?"

Tongyin was a little puzzled when she heard this: "If you are happy to be eaten by me, everyone will be happy. Isn't this great?"

The young woman gently comforted the boy in her belly:

"Probably because sir, he and Nuo Nuo Zhan are the same kind."

"Since they are the same kind, he should be more willing to be eaten by me."

As he said this, his childish voice took it as a matter of course: "Mom, isn't that just the way you are?"

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

The young woman's dark eyes shone tenderly: "But sir, he doesn't know Nuonuo after all. How about mom invite him away?"

"don't want!"

"Nu Nuo, dear, if Mr. leaves, you can eat your favorite Sister Su."

"Pfft!"

Before he finished speaking, a small hand that was not fully developed stabbed directly through the young woman's slightly bulging belly, and blood spattered on the twisted blood lines on the ground.

There was a touch of madness in the child's voice, and the twisted little hands soaked in blood seemed to want to crawl out:

"I don't care. Mom, you said you wanted me to eat that gentleman. If your words don't come true, Nuo Nuo will go find the gentleman by yourself!"