The villain's daily corpse collection

Jian Sui took out the magic tool he had brought from Congshan Sect, but the magic tool compass was completely malfunctioning here. The needle did not move at all and could not give any guidance. He had no choice but to give up and observe the suspicious points around him.

On the surface, this is just an abandoned farmhouse and there is nothing wrong with it.

Junior sister Le Zhi seemed to have rolled in a pile of ashes, with every part of her body covered in dust. She no longer had the elegant and refined temperament of a cultivator.

From under a lame table, she pulled out something so dirty that it was hard to tell what it was. It was probably a black lump of coal ash. Then she saw a pile of thin tiles that had been smashed into pieces in the middle.

She didn't know what she was thinking, after wiping off the dust with her hands, she puffed up her cheeks and blew. Suddenly, the little world was covered with dust, and the insects in the corner were startled and quickly slid into a darker corner.

Le Zhi was choked by the foul air and couldn't utter a complete sentence, "Ahem... Senior Brother, come over... ahem... and see!"

Le Zhi stood up, cleared the dust in the air, cleared his throat, and continued: "Brother, brother? I have a new discovery here, brother, why don't you reply... to me?"

Her tone was a little hesitant. The next moment, Le Zhi seemed to realize something. She immediately picked up a piece of rag on the ground, packed up the thin tile fragments she found, and quickly left the empty thatched hut.

What Le Zhi didn't see was that a wisp of black smoke that could not be ignored rose from the place where he was squatting just now.

Le Zhi ran to the main road outside the house in one breath. There was no one on the dirt road either. She panicked a little. So she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and walked back the way she came, hoping to find someone in a house where someone lived.

She just wanted to see someone familiar, even if she had only met him once. With a trembling heart, she knocked on the thatched hut of the farmer who was drying mushrooms when she entered the village.

"...Is anyone there? I'm from out of town and I want to ask you something. Could you please open the door?" Le Zhi asked cautiously, suppressing his fear.

There was silence all around, and no one responded.

After a while, there was a "creak" and the door opened a crack from the inside.

The weather outside was a bit gloomy, and the room seemed even darker. Le Zhi looked at the black crack in the door and said bravely, "Then I, I'll go in..."

Le Zhi carefully pushed the door open, and it continued to creak, as if it had been in disrepair for a long time. She tried to adjust her breathing and stepped into the door with one foot. Then, she saw the furnishings in the room clearly.

It was exactly the same as the empty room that he and his senior brother entered!

Le Zhi was almost frightened to the point of fainting. Is this the legendary ghost wall?

She had clearly walked a long way and arrived at the first occupied house at the entrance of the village, but why was it still the same one as before! Le Zhifei ran out again, but no matter which house she ran to, she inexplicably returned to the first one.

Until Le Zhi couldn't run any more, she finally stopped on the road, panting. She suddenly remembered the thin pieces of tiles she had collected, so she immediately took them out of the rags, and pieced together their broken edges to make a complete tile.

There are some text-like drawings carved on it using an unknown method. The strokes are very simple, and some are similar to those carved on the walls of caves.

Le Zhi looked at the pattern carefully. She gently brushed away the dust, but found that the marks were a little strange. The scratches between the tiles also showed a faint earth color, almost blending with the ashes. But the scratches should be light gray...

Suddenly, Le Zhi was pushed from behind. She lost her balance and fell forward. She subconsciously held on to the clues she had found, and none of the fragments fell. When she looked back, she found that there was no one behind her. She looked at the ground under her feet, but she didn't find any traces of footprints or wheel tracks.

She tried to suppress her fear, but her hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

The clues were almost gone... Le Zhi held his breath, slowly squatted down, and used all his strength to collect all the thin tiles into the rag, but when he picked up one of them, he screamed.

Just now, when Le Zhi was pushed, her hand slipped and she almost broke the tile. The tile that was about to fall was caught by her fingernail, leaving a mark of her fingernail on it. The mark was perfectly matched with the color of the pattern on it, but the color was slightly lighter, and it could be seen that it was newly left.

Le Zhi realized that these were marks left by someone using their fingernails to carve on the tiles. The earthy scratches were most likely blood from the fingernails. Thinking of this, she almost fainted again.

At the same time, she heard someone calling her name in her ear. The voices were male and female, louder and louder, and farther and nearer. She could no longer hold back her fear and squatted on the ground, crying loudly.

Suddenly, something cold fell on my head and body, like... a basin of cold water.

Suddenly, Le Zhi opened his eyes wide and sat up straight.

She was surrounded by a group of people... Among them were her senior brother Jian Sui, as well as Wang Wei, Huo Feng and Nu Ku.

Le Zhi touched her cheek and wiped it, and found it was a slippery water stain. She saw the wooden barrel in Wang Wei's hand, and immediately realized that the coldness she had just felt was real, so the ones who called her name must be them.

"I was trapped just now. Yes, there was an empty thatched hut... Senior brother, he disappeared. I went to look for him, but found that I couldn't get out at all..."

Le Zhi grabbed Jian Sui's arm, his face full of panic, and he spoke incoherently for a while, but fortunately everyone had a strong ability to understand and could understand him.

Jian Sui replied, "You and I entered an empty house. After you entered, you frantically searched for things inside. I don't know what happened, but you suddenly fainted! I thought that the house had been uninhabited for a long time, and I was afraid that there might be evil spirits hiding, so I immediately brought you out."

Seeing Le Zhi's suspicious look, Jian Sui immediately explained, "If you don't believe me, ask them. When I first brought you out, I happened to meet Immortal Mo. They helped to remove the evil spirits and dirt from your body and placed you here."

Wang Wei nodded in agreement: "Yeah, you were covered in dust just now, and it was us...mainly me, who helped you clean it up."

Nv Ku whispered to the side: "Because you are the only one who has nothing to do, we are all busy as hell."

Wang Wei turned around and looked at her with a smile: "I can hear you."

The girl also responded with a "fake smile", then pursed her lips into a slit and said no more.

“Where is the thing I picked up? Has anyone seen what I picked up? It was something wrapped in a piece of cloth...how come it’s gone..." Le Zhi was searching everywhere nervously.

"Are you talking about this?" Wang Wei picked up a small package with his fingertips. It was covered with dust and had just been mixed with water, now forming a hard lump of mud.

When Le Zhi saw Wang Wei's nails, he couldn't help but shudder. Then he took the package, took some effort to open it, and placed the broken pieces of thin tiles on the table one by one.

"Look, this is the clue I just found..." After saying that, she fell down, and Jian Sui carried her back to the kang.

It seemed that she was holding on for a breath, trying to tell everyone the clues. Nvkui was a little impressed by the little girl, who was noisy at ordinary times, but could handle things at critical moments.

Wang Wei took out the thin tile and pieced together the fragments into a complete tile according to the shape of the worn edge. She looked at the tiles above, and the girl picked up a piece of the fragment, looking left and right, but still couldn't understand the strange pattern on it.

Then, she raised her eyebrows and scratched deep marks on the thin tile fragments with her fingernails. As she had guessed, the marks were left by her fingernails.

But when that creepy voice came out, everyone around him gasped.

"What are the paintings on it? Can you understand them?" asked Nükui.

"It feels like it's a complete record of an event." Huo Feng looked at it carefully, pointed at a piece of debris and continued, "I've seen the action represented by this pattern in an ancient book. It means praying. What I don't understand is... that lump... what exactly is it?"

He asked, pointing at the unknown pattern scratched on it.

"This doesn't look like a painting, it looks more like it was randomly scratched." Jian Sui replied.

"Maybe it was erased deliberately by someone. They just didn't want others to know the truth, so they covered it up intentionally." Nuku added.

Wang Wei shook his head: "This is not a scribbling, nor is it an erasure. This thing probably looks like this."

Everyone looked up at her, unable to hide the confusion in their eyes.

"This thing is drawn as a ball with an irregular shape, which may mean that it is originally invisible and only looks like a ball. It's like the clouds in the sky. You can roughly see its shape but cannot specifically describe its complete appearance." Wang Wei explained.

Huo Feng nodded: "Maybe it is just a mass of Qi condensed together, like a ghost or evil spirit, and its essence is invisible."

"If this is really an evil spirit or a ghost, and you said they were praying, these villagers are too ignorant and don't even know what they are worshiping." Nüku was very skeptical.

"I think this is very normal. Has anyone seen a real God? Even if you have seen one, how can you conclude that those masses of things are not the real body of God?" After Wang Wei said this, Huo Feng on the side pursed his lips and stopped smiling. I wonder what he was thinking of.

Wang Wei approached Nukui, who frowned and leaned back. Wang Wei just smiled and continued, "If that thing found you and said it would let you get all the rare treasures in this secret realm, the price would be that you cooperate with it and kill all the companions present, would you agree?"

The girl's pupils shrank slightly for a moment, and she seriously considered Wang Wei's question. If that was the case, she thought she would agree.

This is a sure win business. She is not familiar with the others, and there are many enemies of her prince among her companions. It would be better if they die.

"Would you feel like it is a god, able to perfectly satisfy all your wishes without you having to pay any price?"

Wang Wei whispered in her ear, and Nükui quickly retorted, "No, I won't agree to it. This kind of thing is evil and harmful. I will never treat it as a god."

Wang Wei shrugged: "You know what you want to choose. I don't care, you don't have to explain it to me."

Nuku clenched her back teeth. She now realized that her biggest enemy was not the twins who had a close relationship with King Xian, but the eloquent white-haired woman in front of her.

"What about the others? What do they mean?" Jian Sui interrupted the chaotic atmosphere and switched to a new question.

Huo Feng pointed at the fragments and continued the unfinished topic: "Putting this painting together, it probably tells a story of a folk sacrificial act. What they prayed for was this unknown object. In the hearts of these villagers, perhaps it was a god. And what they prayed for was that they hoped the village would quickly become prosperous after the disaster."

"And then?" Jian Sui asked.

"No more. These fragments put together tell the story."

Huo Feng checked the fragments to see if there was any dark space like a layer, but Wang Wei grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't move. I saw... This tile is made of a special material. Let's go to the light source and take a look."

Everyone came to the table, and Huo Feng looked at the kerosene lamp on the table and saw a different picture from another angle.

"At the beginning, a disaster occurred where the village was located. The disaster came from the sky. In order to continue to survive, they began to pray for God's blessing." Huo Feng changed a piece of debris and continued, "God came as expected and promised to protect them, but there was a condition. He would draw a special mark on each believer's body."

"Mark? Why do you want to draw a mark?" Jian Sui asked.

"It's probably to distinguish who are the believers and who are not, and to treat them differently." Nüku answered, and she seemed very sure of her answer.

"What will happen if you don't believe?" Wang Wei looked at Huo Feng and motioned him to continue translating the story on the pattern.

"...will be sacrificed and become a offering." Huo Feng answered in a low voice.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Nüku asked, "A tribute? A slave to the gods?"

Huo Feng hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke: "It's the kind placed on the altar, the offering. It may be sealed in a clay statue, becoming a clay boy under the throne, guarding outside the shrine. Or it may be slaughtered like cattle, sheep, or pigs, and used as sacrificial meat. In the eyes of the gods they worship, humans are also livestock, no different from the three animals used in the original sacrifice."

Nvku: "Since this thing was found in that empty room, maybe there are clues in there. Why don't we go there again?"

Wang Wei: "Look at that little girl, she's still lying on the bed. Are you sure you can get out next time you go in?"

The girl was rebuked. She turned around, bent down, and picked up a basin of clothes on the ground. "It's up to you. I'll wash the old clothes that Grandma Li brought first... I'm not as lucky as some people who have entered the secret realm and can even make connections with others."

Jian Sui was a little confused: "What does she mean by this?"

Wang Wei shrugged: "I don't know, I feel like she's just simply envious of me."

At this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps rubbing against the ground outside the door.

"Xiao Wei, how is your friend?" A kind voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Wang Wei's expression slightly changed, and he turned around and smiled gently: "Grandma, she is temporarily unconscious, can you take them in tonight?"