Resurrection of Reiki: At the beginning, I was chased by the school belle

"Where am I?"

You have to do enough to act.

"You are now in the Black Poison Tribe!"

"But it won't be long, you will go to hell with us to meet Lord Hades!"

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Bei frowned and began to chat with everyone.

When he knew everything, he was extremely angry.

"Little brother, accept your fate. Even if our cultivation base is not sealed, we are not the opponent of the great wizard Maogong. He is comparable to a king-level powerhouse, and we are not comparable to generals!"

A gleam of light flashed in Jiang Bei's eyes. Originally, when he came here, he could directly kill that great wizard.

But now he has changed his mind again. He wants to see what the other party is up to when they need so many people.

On the other side, He Guang followed Ge Ga to the largest tent in the center of the tribe.

The interior of the tent was simply furnished, with monster skins hanging all around, and a futon in the middle, and an old black man sat cross-legged on the futon!

This old black man was also wearing a robe. He looked seventy or eighty years old, and the wrinkles on his face were almost drooping.

There was an evil aura exuding from his body, making him extremely uncomfortable.

This old black man is Mao Gong, an existence admired by everyone in the Black Poison Tribe!

"Master, people have brought it!"

Ge Ga brought He Guang in, and prostrated himself on the ground facing Mao Gong. He Guang followed suit.

"Get up!"

Mao Gong raised his eyelids, his eyes were cloudy, and he glanced at He Guang.

"You did a great job, this wizard is very satisfied!"

"Thank you, Great Wizard Maogong, for your praise, this is what I should do!"

"Since you have done it, the wizard promised you, and you will never break your promise. Here is a complete book of witchcraft. You should use it to practice first!"

As he said that, Mao Gong took out a book that had already been peeled off and handed it to He Guang, but the latter regarded it as a treasure, his eyes sparkled.

"Tomorrow, I will hold a grand sacrificial ceremony, and you can watch it from the side!"

"Thank you Great Sorcerer Maogong, my disciples must watch carefully!"

He Guang walked away excitedly with the Encyclopedia of Witchcraft, but he didn't notice that when he left, Mao Gong looked at him with blood in his eyes.

"Master, are you really planning to accept this Xia Guo cultivator as an apprentice?" Ge Ga asked.

"Accept him as an apprentice?"

"Hahaha!"

"How is it possible! Practitioners from the Xia Kingdom are only worthy of being sacrificed by this wizard!"

"This sacrifice is very important. I need 29 Xia Guo practitioners. Haven't I already caught 30? This He Guang is No. [-]!"

"My deadline is approaching. If I hadn't obtained the power of faith through the day and night worship of the Black Poison Tribe, I would have died long ago."

"Thirty practitioners, once this sacrifice is successful, I will be able to obtain the powerful power bestowed by the evil god, which will definitely allow me to break through the realm of witch spirits and prolong my lifespan for hundreds of years!"

As Mao Gong spoke, his expression gradually became ferocious!

Chapter 343 The Sacrifice Begins

In the cell, Jiang Bei had already found out everything about the black poison tribe through his powerful spiritual sense.

He also saw the ferocious Mao Gong.

Feel the aura that has begun to decay on the other party's body.

It turned out to be to prolong life.

Although Mao Gong's aura was somewhat evil, it was not the slightest threat to Jiangbei.

He Guang, on the other hand, probably doesn't know until now, but in fact, he himself has also been tricked into it.

It hurts others and hurts itself.

The next day, before dawn, the people of the Black Poison tribe began to get busy. Under the command of the chief, they built a tall altar.

It seemed that they knew about the sacrificial ceremony that the great wizard Maogong was going to hold today, so all the people in the tribe rushed over and waited under the altar early.

Soon, Mao Gong led his apprentice Ge Ga to appear slowly.

Seeing this, the members of the Black Poison Tribe prostrated themselves on the ground one by one, with expressions of awe.

In the tribe, Mao Gong was their god, and no one disrespected him at all, let alone disobeyed him.

African countries are inherently poor, especially those on the fringes like the Black Poison tribe, who are even more poor.

And Maogong brought them food and water.

Therefore, it is normal for the people here to worship him as a god.

But no one knows how much blood was stained on Mao Gong's hands with his disciples. These bloods are from foreign people and from non-local people.

Even a few days ago, the Black Poison Tribe disappeared hundreds of strong men for no reason. No one would have guessed that it was Mao Gong's hands.

There is only one person who knows about the entire black poisonous tribe.

That is their chief.

Because of some small favors, he was completely reduced to Mao Gong's lackey, and he did many unreasonable things in secret.

With the appearance of Mao Gong, tens of thousands of people began to kneel and worship, still chanting their local aboriginal language.

Mao Gong walked up to the altar, turned around slowly, looked at the group of people below, with a trace of mockery in his eyes.

If it weren't for the people of the Black Poison Tribe being useful to him, how could he stay in such a place where no shit is possible and become the great wizard of the Black Poison Tribe.

In the crowd, He Guang also knelt down on the ground, looking at Mao Gong with admiration.

Back then, when he came to Africa, he was full of enthusiasm, looking for opportunities, in order to find a way to break through and gain more powerful power.

But after all, talent is limited and cultivation is stagnant.

Later, he came into contact with witchcraft, knowing that witchcraft can summon evil gods from outside the territory through sacrifices, so as to gain power.Since then, it's been an obsession.

Mao Gong looked at the chief who was kneeling on the ground below, and he didn't know what to say in his mouth.

The latter understood and gave instructions to his subordinates.

It didn't take long before all the practitioners imprisoned in the cell were brought to the altar.

"This is a sacrifice!"

A timid cultivator, seeing this scene, began to tremble violently.

It can also be said that there are not many practitioners present who are not afraid.

After all, he was about to die.

"Ji Li Gu Ru Ba Zha Gan..."

"Sumbaura woohoo..."

I saw Mao Gong raised his hands, raised his head to the sky, and said a lot of words that Jiang Bei could not understand.

The members of the Black Poison tribe in the audience followed suit, and kowtowed continuously.

"What is he saying?"

Jiang Bei said to an old man next to him.

The old man's name is Zhao Zhenlin, who has been in Africa for 30 to [-] years. Last night, Jiangbei knew that the other party knew some local aboriginal languages.

"He is bewitching these people below!"

"It is said that we outsiders will bring them endless disasters. Only by sacrificing us to the evil gods will we live in peace and bring them food and water..."

"Then what are these people responding to?"

"It probably means to kill us!"

Zhao Zhenlin said with despair in his eyes.

Jiang Bei raised his eyelids, he was brainwashed.

It also brings endless disasters, enough food and clothing, isn't it just for your own selfish desires...

In fact, Jiangbei also has doubts. When offering sacrifices, offering sacrifices, why should they confuse this group of people?

These are some ordinary ordinary people, so it is said that they have no use value.

Just as Jiang Bei was muttering, someone arranged them all.

Mao Gong stood in the center, glanced at He Guang below, and then waved lightly.

When He Guang saw that Mao Gong wanted to let him go, he immediately became happy.

Is this going to involve me too...

"Master!"

He Guang hurried to the altar.

"I don't know what instructions Master has? But let me participate?"

He Guang thought that Mao Gong wanted to give him some benefits, such as sharing some of the power of the evil god with him.

However, he was wrong.

Mao Gong really wanted him to participate, but it was not to benefit him as he thought, but...

"He Guang, Master knows that you want to practice witchcraft with all your heart, so I will let you experience it today!"

Mao Gong said and patted He Guang on the shoulder.

He Guang was overjoyed, just about to speak, but found a strange force pouring into his body, and then he couldn't move.

"Master, you are..."

"It's your honor to be able to offer sacrifices to Lord Evil God!"

Mao Gong looked at He Guang, with the corners of his mouth raised, and an extremely evil smile appeared on his face.

No matter how stupid He Guang is, he will understand what Mao Gong means.

This is to sacrifice him!

"Master, don't do it, the disciple is following you wholeheartedly."

"Don't sacrifice me to Lord Evil God, I..."

He Guang still wanted to speak, but Mao Gong sealed his mouth the next moment, leaving only the horror in his eyes.

Only now did he realize one thing.

Back then Ga Ga said that Maogong needed thirty cultivators as sacrifices.

I thought it was enough, but he counted just now, and there were only 29 people.

I was quite puzzled at first.

I get it now.

This No.30 person is himself.

From the very beginning, Mao Gong never planned to let him go!

"Hmph, a cultivator from a foreign country is only worthy of being the sacrifice of this wizard, but also wants to become the disciple of this wizard? Wishful thinking!"

Mao Gong ignored He Guang, but sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, with a cane on his legs, as if doing a trick, and started waving his hands continuously.

The people of the Black Poison tribe below also became a little crazy, kowtowing and prostrating continuously, speaking plausibly.

"It's about to start!"

Zhao Zhenlin murmured, extremely desperate!

Are you going to start...