dead child, ghost carrying coffin

The deaf mother-in-law picked up cinnabar, white juice, and blue vitriol, and painted Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji with the same oil paint as herself.

Then his eyes were closed tightly, and a desolate, simple syllable came out of his mouth.

The voice seemed to be speaking and singing.

It feels mysterious and distant.

After a while, layers of thick fog enveloped Maishan;

There was another gust of wind roaring, and all kinds of scolding and roaring sounded.

The deaf granny landed on her crutches and shouted, "Sacrifice the blood wine!"

Just as Hua Jiunan was about to act, Chen Daji took the first step.

This guy "has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs run away", knowing that on such occasions, he can't hammer his nose, he has to cut his wrists and bleed.

He took out the sharp knife with horns that Hua Jiunan gave him, and slashed at his wrist.

The blood spurted wildly was not wasted at all, and it was collected into the wine jar by Chen Dage.

Regardless of the pain, he poured out three bowls of blood wine.

The voice of the deaf mother-in-law was even more solemn.

"Respect the sky, God bestows all things to support people!"

"Two respects to the earth, the earth contains virtue and educates people!"

"Three respects to the ancestors, the merits of the ancestors are boundless!"

Following the voice of the deaf mother-in-law, Hua Jiunan picked up the first bowl of wine, raised it above her head and bowed respectfully three times.

Then sprinkle it high into the air.

As the wind rolled, the blood wine seemed to be swallowed by someone in one gulp, not a single drop fell.

Hua Jiunan then picked up the second bowl of wine, raised his head again and bowed respectfully three times.

Then sprinkle it on the altar.

The blood wine is like clear water splashed on the desert, seeping into the ground in the blink of an eye, leaving no drop.

After the third cup of blood wine, Hua Jiunan just bowed three times without raising his glass.

The voice from the deaf mother-in-law's mouth became louder and louder, like thunder in the sky.

Grandma Mai slowly flew up and floated in the southeast corner of the altar.

His face was full of solemnity and solemnity.

"Sacrifice three animals!"

Chen Daji did not hesitate when he heard the words, and stabbed the heart of the cow, sheep, and pig with a knife.

Although the three animals were in severe pain, they could not make a sound.

The blood they shed formed a row of dense, simple and mysterious symbols on the altar.

The symbol shone with a strange bloody light, as if jumping or dancing.

The Immortal Family of the Five Great Masters had a dignified expression, their eyes fixed on the flashing symbols.

Like that, I wish I could keep it all in my heart.

Hu Qingshan reminded Hu Feier seriously.

"Granddaughter, you must read it carefully, remember as much as you can! The Lord is merciful and didn't let us avoid it!"

"This is a great opportunity for us heterogeneous practitioners!!!"

As the deaf mother-in-law's chanting became more and more urgent, lightning and thunder began to thunder around the altar.

Grandma Mai shouted loudly.

"Let's have fun!"

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

Four pairs of paper men and paper horses blew their desolate horns.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!", "Dang! Dang! Dang!", the muscles of the two yellow scarf wrestlers bulged, and the bells and drums rang together.

The deaf mother-in-law threw Zhao Fei's bloody clothes on the altar, and the strange syllables in her mouth became more and more urgent.

Grandma Mai respectfully knelt on the altar and shouted.

"There are traitors who want to harm the pure and good descendants of the Hua, Chen, and Zhao families, and I ask all the ancestors to give them justice!"

As soon as Grandma Mai finished speaking, the third cup of blood wine suddenly disappeared, as if being gulped down by an invisible person.

Afterwards, the thick fog condensed into a giant blood-colored eagle.

The giant eagle screamed, circled around the altar for a week, and disappeared with a shock of its wings.

Hu Fei'er felt a chill in her heart just after being glanced at by the giant eagle.

"Grandpa, what kind of existence was that... just now... that Shangxian..."

Hu Qingshan first clasped his fists in the direction of the giant eagle and saluted before opening his mouth to answer to his granddaughter.

"The totem of the ancient human race, the blood eagle!"

"It seems that the blood in the deaf girl's body is inherited from the ancient Dongyi tribe!"

Note: For "ancient times", "totems" and "Dongyi people", readers, masters, please refer to "Ancient Chinese Mythology" by Mr. Yuan Ke.

If I explain too much, I will be sprayed again. I am afraid.

Don't look at what those stinky public figures say, it's all bullshit!

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