Fast Transmigration, I am the Chosen One

Chapter 572 The Dead Under the Night (26)

In this world, there has never been a shortage of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death.Confucianism is not, and his apprentice is not.

The master was dead, and the group of disciples had no leader for a while. The skilled hunters were actually controlled by a group of villagers' local medicine.

They became slaves in the true sense of the word.

Among Confucianism's apprentices, there are many capable people.

Among them, his eldest disciple has good theoretical knowledge.

The request of the villagers was for him to use this inner alchemy to build the world of longevity that Confucianism mentioned before, and the eldest disciple agreed.

"My senior brother is not good at attacking, he is a very kind person." Xiaofang said to Chen Dongqing, "His skill is only that he can take out a steady stream of currency in his wallet."

Such a skill is actually very popular as a support, but as a leader, it is always less interesting.

But he had a theory.Now, it also inherits the watch of Confucianism.

Confucianism's watch can turn back the time, but it's a pity that the senior disciple's skill is not enough to change the ending.

In this world, there are no more than one person who can use this watch to turn back the time, not even Ru Geng himself.

Moreover, this watch is now in the hands of the villagers.

They only think that this is a valuable thing, and they don't know the value of it at all.

Every time they saw someone wearing that watch and rubbing it constantly, the disciples' eyes turned red with anger, but they didn't make a sound.

Blind resistance is a meaningless sacrifice, and unnecessary sacrifice is stupid.

If it was said that they were under the control of others at the beginning, then now, they will gradually bring the situation back.

The altar designed by the big disciple is in the extremely dark cave, which is the cave where they killed the moth.

The cave was originally stained with moth's blood and resentment, but now the inner alchemy is enshrined in it, which has created excellent conditions for the growth of Yin Qi.

The villagers don't know this, not even one of them knows Feng Shui.But they had knives in their hands, and that was enough.

The altar was being completed little by little, and the weather in the village gradually changed.

The sky is getting cloudy.

This symbolizes the birth of extremely yin things.The villagers didn't understand, but they were a little moved after hearing the big disciple's flicker.

Changes in the sky indicate that tomorrow is about to change, things will turn around, and the dream of immortality is waiting ahead.

The day when the altar was completed, the disciples of Confucianism will never forget it, and the villagers will never forget it.

A pig, a sheep, and a duck were killed and placed on the altar in the cave full of torches. As a cloud of black air from the purple inner alchemy burst out, everyone present was enveloped in it without exception.

A vicious wraith chooses its sacrifice.What it wants is never pigs, sheep and ducks, it only wants people, only fresh flesh and blood and life.

"My brother signed a contract with the moth wraith, and it promised not to eat us." Xiaofang said, "but he underestimated the ferocity of the wraith. Master told us very early on, don't believe in monsters. Because monsters are called monsters , because they are treacherous and changeable enough.”

Wraith promised not to eat them, but treated them in a more cruel way.

It brought them back to life.

It revived all the villagers here.

The villagers tore apart Confucianism's disciples and avenged their tragic fate.Then, the village became the domain of moths.

They resurrected during the day and began to fight at night.

All the hunters were also alive, including the torn apart Confucian stem buried under the locust tree at the butcher's house.

(End of this chapter)