Chapter 363: The Second Episode of the Evening: [Ancient] Is Coming!

"Ah! What did you do?!"

"Someone come!"

"Something happened to the elder!"

"The elder's son killed the elder!"

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The white-robed elders ran away in fear, fearing that Tang Xuan would punch them in the throat. From this, it can be seen that the faith cultivated by the red-clothed man, Willistan, is very deformed. The believers only care about the gods and nothing else, even if the elders are beaten to death.

Tang Xuan ignored them because the man in charge of guarding the altar was coming over. The man's spear was too accurate and killed him dozens of times in the game. If he couldn't finish the job before he came, he would be dead.

Time was running out, and Tang Xuan quickly picked up the small porcelain plate on the table and knocked it hard against the corner of the table.

Snap!

With the sound of cracking, a piece of the porcelain plate broke off, revealing a sharp fracture.

Tang Xuan bent down and cut a line on the neck of the red-clothed man with the porcelain plate. The man in red twitched, and then a large stream of blood gushed out. Tang Xuan dipped his finger in the blood of the man in red, and drew a vertical pupil on his forehead by feeling - the symbol of Willistan.

It was a novel experience to dip someone else's blood on his forehead. Tang Xuan estimated that his drawing was very crooked, but perhaps it was luck or destiny that he drew it right at the first try.

At the moment when the symbol was officially formed, Tang Xuan felt his brain buzzing, and a sense of inexplicable feeling arose in his heart, as if it was connected to something.

He gently raised his hand, and saw a black mist coming out of his palm, slowly rotating around his body, as if smelling his scent.

The vicious man heard the screams of the old men in white robes, and immediately rushed around the corner with a spear in his hand, anxiously running to save the man in red, who was the only one qualified and knowledgeable to preside over the sacrifice!

However, as soon as he turned the corner, he saw the man in red lying in a pool of blood. With rich hunting experience, he could see at a glance that the man in red was hopeless. Even a wild boar can't bear so much blood, let alone a human?

So. The elder is dead!

He was shocked. The elder is dead. Who will preside over the sacrifice? If no one presides over the sacrifice, how can the gods come? Will the gods think that we are deliberately teasing Him and punish us?

He repeated it twice in his heart: It's over! It's over!

He clenched his spear and angrily cast his eyes at Tang Xuan standing next to the man in red, but was surprised to find that Tang Xuan was surrounded by an ominous black mist full of strange atmosphere.

This black mist is

Tang Xuan slowly turned around and showed the man the vertical pupil pattern painted with blood on his forehead. Not only was he not panicked at all, his expression was even very serious. He ordered in an irrefutable tone: "The gods have blessed me and decided to let me preside over this sacrifice. Go and ask them to bring the livestock up."

The murderer who killed the elder, with blood on his body, gave orders to the guards who protected the elder. This scene was extremely inconsistent. But after the man stared at the black mist on Tang Xuan for a few seconds, he turned around and left without saying anything.

All the people in the village are fanatical believers. Influenced by the gods they believe in, they have become extremely evil. For them, only the god Willistan is irreplaceable. As for the elders? They don't care about the life or death of the elders. They just want someone to continue to preside over the sacrifice.

In the man's view, Tang Xuan was surrounded by black mist, which obviously showed that he was favored by the gods, and Tang Xuan took the initiative to preside over the sacrifice. In this case, he had no choice but to let Tang Xuan perform the sacrifice on behalf of the elders.

However, he would never know that the god they believed in was actually the elder who fell in a pool of blood, and Tang Xuan, who seemed to be favored by the gods, was actually a thug who killed the gods.

After the man left, Tang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although everything happened just like in the game, the game is a game and reality is reality, and the two cannot be confused. If the man had rushed up and stabbed him to death without any explanation, then no matter how powerful he was, he would have had to die.

Fortunately, he didn't, so the most dangerous part was successfully passed. Next, he just had to pretend to recite a few words, and [Ji Gu] would be born.

Although he didn't know the specific principle of stealing divine power, when it came to the stage closely related to the birth of [Ji Gu], [Ji Gu]'s own power would surely play a role, so he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Tang Xuan listened quietly to the movement on the altar. When he heard the sound of the livestock struggling, he knew it was time for him to go out. He bent down and pulled the knife from the waist of the man in red. At this time, the man in red was completely dead.

In silence, he strode onto the altar, and the black fog made him look like a devil. He stood in the center and raised his arms and shouted: "Willistan's followers!"

"Today is the last sacrifice!"

"The great god Willistan will wake up from his long sleep!"

"And you!"

"The one who awakens the great god!"

"You will gain eternal life on the land where the gods care!"

Tang Xuan paused here for a moment. For him, who came from the future, this speech was really too shameful. He took a deep breath and continued: "Willistan is His name! The vertical pupils under the mist are His symbol! Let us complete this sacrifice! Summon the great god Willistan to come!"

These lines should have been said by the man in red, but when the believers saw the black mist surrounding Tang Xuan, they not only did not show any doubt, but became more fanatical.

What is the black mist?

A miracle!

They saw the miracle with their own eyes. This was God telling them in this way that He liked their dedication. Is there anything more glorious than this?

The believers shouted wildly: "Willistan!!!"

Tang Xuan held a knife and killed the livestock one by one, and finally cut his palm. His blood mixed with the blood of the livestock flowed into the inclined groove in front of the altar, slowly flowing between the delicate lines, gradually outlining a lifelike vertical pupil emitting evil breath.

The clouds in the sky also flowed with the flow of blood. The clouds pressed lower and lower, and darker and darker. At the moment when the vertical pupil took shape, a gap emitting scarlet light appeared in the middle of the clouds.

"Willistan!"

"Willistan!"

"Willistan!"

The believers shouted hysterically.

Huh——

The wind blew from the ground, and wisps of black fog drilled out from the nothingness, circling around Tang Xuan joyfully, like puppies wagging their tails. As the vertical pupils in the trough became more and more solid, more and more black mist emerged from the void, and soon completely enveloped Tang Xuan's body.

Tang Xuan gradually lost control of his body, and then his consciousness gradually became drowsy, until he was completely unconscious.