The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

"Of course you can kill them, but... wouldn't it be better to keep them... as hostages?"

The more Qin Yu spoke, the softer his voice became.

Not daring to look into Lin Mo's eyes, he immediately lowered his head.

"Why do I need to explain to you what I do? Before questioning me, you'd better understand your identity and situation."

Lin Mo's cold yet strong words made Qin Yu speechless.

He murmured for a long time, but he didn't dare to say another word.

The rest of the people understood that Lin Mo's words were clearly meant for them.

Everyone was silent at the moment, and some even flattered Lin Mo.

Lin Mo turned a deaf ear and said without comment: "The poison on your body has not been removed yet. It is best to stay here and not go out for the time being. I will go and catch Wang Defa."

Then, he groped around on Mr. An and Shen Bailing, found several objects, and put them away generously.

Even if everyone saw it, they turned their heads and pretended not to see it, and they didn't dare to complain at all.

After instructing the Secret Service personnel to dispose of the bodies of the two men and the guards, Lin Mo walked out.

Cui You hurried over and said, "Senior, let me go with you!"

Lin Mo took a deep look at him, shook his head and said, "You'd better stay here. You can take this time to recover your strength. If there is a commotion outside, you don't have to wait for me to come back. You can act according to the situation."

He reached into his arms and pretended to be groping around.

In fact, he took out a self-defense weapon and some food from the storage space and handed them to Cui You.

"Take it."

Cui You took the things, hesitated, and asked, "Can I give some of this food to my colleagues?"

Lin Mo didn't stop him.

This move can make those people inherit Cui You's affection, and he will naturally not object.

"Since it's given to you, it's up to you to decide what to do with it."

After saying that, Lin Mo didn't care about his reaction and left here directly.

Because the dungeon is located deep in the hinterland of the cave, what happened here has not attracted the attention of the outside world for the time being.

But as time goes by, I don’t know what will happen.

Lin Mo briefly dealt with the body of the guard at the gate.

He took off the clothes of one of the people similar to him.

After putting it on, he lowered his head and walked out of the passage.

Lin Mo had just come out of the dungeon and wanted to go to the Stone Forest to capture Wang Defa and help everyone get rid of the poison.

But when he came to the huge cave outside, he saw the people outside walking around in a hurry, seeming to be busy with something, and didn't even care to look at him.

Lin Mo was a little strange at first, thinking that something had happened.

But when a few bells rang, he finally understood something.

The so-called grand ceremony of the Fuguo Society should be about to begin.

Lin Mo hurriedly changed his plan and came to the entrance of the square instead.

At this time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Shen Ke, wearing a long skirt and fine clothes, being led from a distance to the high platform by several people.

Lin Mo's eyes flashed, he chose to blend into the crowd and walked towards the square.

There is a tall altar there.

In the center of the altar, there is a huge bronze coffin hanging in the air.

It is engraved with nine dragon-shaped reliefs, surrounded by mountains, rivers, vegetation, the sun, moon and stars, creating a majestic atmosphere.

"Kowloon coffin?"

Lin Mo was shocked and confused.

There are nine iron locks around it, hanging the bronze coffin half a meter above the ground.

Next to the coffin, a group of young children were surrounded by a pool of blood underneath.

"These should be the children who were abducted by the flower-pat, right?"

Lin Mo couldn't help being surprised and frowned.

The children lay on the ground, and some were still twitching slightly, but they did not make a sound of sobbing or shouting.

Lin Mo took a closer look and found that their faces were pale, and their wrists had been cut with slender cuts, but they were already dying.

The blood followed the grooves on the ground and gathered into the blood pool under the coffin.

Several strange men wearing black robes and masks came out holding various strange magical weapons.

Immediately afterwards, the oil lamps on the surrounding rock walls suddenly lit up, illuminating the place as bright as day.

Seeing the weird costumes on these weirdos, a word suddenly came to Lin Mo's mind - shaman!

In previous lives, in Qing palace dramas, there were many scenes of wizards dancing with great gods.

There are various objects hanging on the shaman's body. After they dance, they jingle and jingle, full of wonderful rhythms.

There are people holding various musical instruments below, playing in harmony.

All kinds of strange sounds came together, and instead of making people feel chaotic, there was an unusual and wonderful rhythm, and a wild and strange aura rushed towards the face.

It makes people feel like they are in the ancient and mysterious history, returning to the most primitive and barbaric era.

The shaman in the field looked like he was crazy, constantly jumping to the music, and his expression was very excited.

Lin Mo looked at this scene and felt that they might burp at any time because their hearts couldn't bear it.

On one side of the altar, there is a long incense table.

Three huge incense sticks as thick as a baby's arms were stuck on it.

In the midst of the smoke, the middle-aged man named Yao, who had previously talked with the fourth master, walked up to the high platform holding an ancient bronze sword, muttering mysterious and obscure syllables in his mouth.

His body gradually became illusory and chaotic, as if it had become a human-shaped black hole, capable of absorbing all light in the field.

Under the altar, on the left and right, stood a team of people.

One group of people were wearing black robes and looking at the field with excited expressions.

The other team, wearing rattan armor and holding sharp weapons, stood solemnly.

In addition, further away, there were two groups of people looking at everything in the field with great interest.

One of the short men stood out.

It was the left envoy of the Holy Spirit who rescued Feng Mo!

The red jade girl stood beside him, followed by several powerful characters.

The short man looked coldly at the middle-aged man surnamed Yao on the altar, his face calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yan Qingshan is in another group of people.

Most of the people inside were like Mei Lang, who had been invited to worship by the Fuguo Society with huge sums of money.

These people looked at the field with concern, with different expressions.

Many people have a fiery and crazy look in their eyes.

Before Lin Mo could take a clear look at the scene, he heard a sharp roar.

The blood in the blood pool was boiling and bubbling.

Then, as if being pulled by an invisible aura, he headed straight for the bronze coffin above.

"Blood sacrifice...begin!"

The middle-aged man named Yao shouted loudly and raised his hand to point to the sky.

Hearing this, the shamans raised their magic weapons and aimed them at the necks of the children on the ground who were like flesh maggots.

The next moment, he swung down without hesitation and completely ended their lives!