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As the saying goes, the future is bright, but the road is tortuous.

Cecil now sees the Bright Avenue. He is almost backed by the "Golden Mountain" and has his own "plug-in" time travel—speaking of which, which time traveler is not—however, he is still in the midst of extreme "twists and turns".

"This so-called sacrificial organ, is a certain part of the body lost immediately?" Cecil was confused, "Will the severed face bleed?"

"Why do you always talk nonsense, Master Knight?" Luther rolled his eyes even wider, "Are you a necromancer, and your whole body is dead? Of course the living will bleed! Magical accidents make your brain Evaporated?"

Cecil completely ignored Luther's sarcasm, and asked, "I mean... Is there any medical surgery or something? It's just cutting open the stomach and cutting some organ or something."

Luther looked Cecil up and down: "I can't see that you are still a worshiper of undead magic."

"No, no, this is not undead magic...forget it."

It seems that there is no such thing as surgery, Cecil looked down at the whole body, except for the hair, it seemed that there was nothing missing.The nails can be cut, but the problem is that he feels that this kind of sacrifice does not carefully distinguish between the parts that can be cut and the parts that cannot be cut, and [-]% of the whole nails will disappear.

If it were placed in modern times, it would be a bit of a pain - fart, a big pain - but the threat to life is still relatively small, but in this ghost place, even clean drinking water can't be solved, and all ten fingernails have disappeared The consequences are likely to be from hand infection to flesh and blood.

Cecil said cheekily: "Tell me, which god can I summon if I sacrifice my hair?"

There is no need to mention Luther's expression. It took a long time before he said slowly: "As a believer in the God of Magic, I don't like the Holy Light faction, but your sacrificial attitude is too perfunctory, right?"

"Just tell me what you can summon!" Cecil said without blushing without panting, "Give me a general explanation!"

"I don't know what kind of civilization you believe in!" Luther said, "You know, unless the other party actively reveals or explains it, it is impolite to inquire about the civilization or god the other party believes in, and it will make others misunderstand that you are hostile! "

Where is this going?!

Cecil broke down a bit: "Then shouldn't I recommend others to try sweet tofu curd when they eat salty tofu curd?"

Luther nodded sharply: "What is bean curd? But, remember the battle of salt and sugar! You are provocative!"

"Then how can I recommend new technology to others?" Seeing Luther mocking again, Cecil added, "If I have it, according to what you said, I can't recommend it to others. How else would technology come about?"

"You don't need to recommend it. It's not considered impolite for others to ask." Luther explained.

"Is that impolite to advertise in this world?" Cecil said angrily.

"What is an advertisement?"

"It's just...telling others that my stuff is good and powerful, do you understand how to sell it? Advertise it widely."

After Cecil finished speaking, Luther looked at him with a scrutiny attitude for a long time before he said slowly: "Why do I feel that you will definitely have something good? You can't even translate magic now. , penniless, where does self-confidence come from? What else is this world called?"

ah uh.

Cecil quickly said: "Because I believe in a very powerful civilization."

"Oh?" Luther obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't ask, he was a polite person after all, "So you just want to 'pray' now?"

"Yes!" Cecil became imposing, and then vented again, "But I don't want to become a disabled person."

"Well, although I don't know how powerful your so-called powerful civilization is, I just try my best." Luther said with an indifferent attitude, "The most important thing to be a human being is to be happy."

Cecil almost asked "Are you from Hong Kong?", but he held back. The essence of interpreting magic is to translate the meaning expressed by the other party into the native language, so this kind of translation with its own characteristics is just "faithful and elegant". "It's just a manifestation.

After thinking about it, the only thing that can be sacrificed is the hair, plus the hair of the whole body. Although these things are not respectable, but for the sake of my pity and piousness, let the gods of Chinese civilization give some responses-hair follicles are not counted. Inside, I'm not going to sacrifice—this kind of thing is unreliable no matter how you look at it, just give it a try.

Cecil is very afraid of summoning a god from this world. After all, he is not fit for a body now, but he will not be reconciled if he does not try it. After all, he has been cornered. If this continues, he will die sooner or later. Death, the original Cecil said, in this world, it is better to commit suicide if you don’t know magic. Luther also confirmed this from the side. He can’t even talk to others if he doesn’t know magic. Why don't you give it a try.

When riding Luther to find the three savage children, Cecil took out the parchment and quickly asked: [What is the specific method of praying to God? 】

【Take off your clothes and kneel between heaven and earth and pray sincerely. 】

Cecil: "..."

What the hell? !

Tucao return to Tucao, do it or do it, Cecil took off the clothes that cannot be called clothes, walked naked outside the house, picked up a place with plenty of grass leaves, knelt down, and began to mutter sincerely: "Everyone, Jade Emperor, Mazu, Immortal, three Qing Taoist monk, oh, no, this needs to be changed, all kinds of snacks, dishes, solar terms, lunar calendar, Hanfu, Tangfu, Yuanfu... No, does Yuanfu count? Well, does it count? No, is there Yuanfu? Uh... Qu Yuan Li Bai Guan Yu Brother Cao Yun, Grandpa Shimin, Grandma Zetian, in short, the various civilizations of China for 5000 years, please give me a response. The villain came to this ghost place so pitifully, and he has not forgotten the hearts of the Chinese people, and is determined to spread China in a different world. Civilization, let yourself live comfortably, no, let the other world appreciate the Chinese style, all the gods and gods give you a face to help..."

"What are you?" A voice interrupted Cecil's slander, and it was still a very familiar Tianjin accent, with a cross talk atmosphere.

Cecil quickly opened his eyes, and there was a traffic policeman standing in front of him, not a modern traffic policeman, but the kind seen in 80s movies, with a large white canopy, a loose white traffic police uniform, and a baton in his hand. Staring at him with a diorama look.

"Hey, what about you, why are you so dazed? How can you tell the big sisters and sisters how to say that you are naked in broad daylight? Are you playing hooligans?" The uncle of the traffic policeman spoke very authentically from Tianjin, and his attitude was very natural. If it weren't for the turmoil around and the mud houses still around, Cecil would have thought that he hadn't traveled through, "Hurry up and cover up, hey, the world is getting worse!"

What is this?Traffic police god?

Cecil kept his hands clasped together, knelt and stood with the traffic policeman foolishly, staring at each other.

"Put on your clothes quickly!" the traffic police uncle shouted angrily, "What do you look like!"

Only then did Cecil come back to his senses, and hurriedly put on the rags, hesitantly said: "Are you the god I summoned?"

"Yes!" Uncle Traffic Police said angrily, "What else? You summoned me, and you forgot? Just in this moment? Dementia doesn't fit your age!"

"Me!" Cecil held back, "I just wonder why the traffic police were called..."

"You just sacrificed such a small amount of things, what else do you want? Call the Three Emperors and Five Emperors? Don't tell me that the Three Emperors and Five Emperors are characters in legends and myths. They are out of date. Compared with divine power, they are not as good as Shaxian snacks!" The traffic police uncle's tongue was flying, and Cecil was stunned for a while, "Why are you so dazed, talk about something!"

"Oh, yes, I want to build a fence." Cecil said smoothly, "I won't build it."

"Then I don't know how." The traffic police uncle shattered Cecil's fantasies with one sentence, "I'm not Liang Shen, nor Meng Jiangnv, I'm not capable of that!"

Cecil was aggrieved. When he touched his head, he was bald, and his body was also bald. This free hair removal looks very beautiful, but it is miserable in real life. Don’t ask, because he has experienced it and knows the depth. fault.However, right now I'm taking it off, God has invited me, and there's nothing I can do about it.

He was depressed, when he looked in the blink of an eye, there were four people kneeling together on the right side.

what's going on?

Cecil slipped over inexplicably, and saw that Luther and the three wild children didn't raise their heads, kneeling down like a five-body throw.

"What are you doing?" Cecil asked.

Luther raised his head slightly and whispered, "I respect this powerful god!"

Before Cecil had time to say anything, the traffic police uncle had slipped over and said kindly: "Oh, don't, we don't like this anymore, get up, the old imperial calendar can't beat us. We have a new society, a new atmosphere, everyone is equal, World peace. If it was in the past, I would really be able to bear your gift, but let’s forget it now.”

"The appearance of the traffic police...is it modern? Is it 100 years?" Cecil asked in confusion, "Is it very strong?"

"What are you going crazy about?" Luther just raised his head and knelt down again, cursing at the throat, "This is at least a millennium god!"

Cecil looked at the traffic police uncle with a dazed expression.

"Hey, don't you understand?" Holding a tea mug in his hand, this traffic police uncle is like a man blowing water on the street in the 80s. "The earliest recorded traffic police is the Shangjing police in the late Liao At that time, we were in charge of not only traffic, but also law and order. Do the math, isn’t it more than 1000 years? In fact, there were traffic regulations as early as the Spring and Autumn and Warring States, but there were no special people to manage them at that time. It’s a little different to report something to the police. What’s the matter, don’t you look down on our traffic police?”

"Mortals dare not!" Luther said loudly.

"%&￥%#%#!" Several wild children followed.

"I can't even build a city wall." Cecil muttered.

The traffic police uncle laughed angrily: "You are a forceful person! You are tired, and you are here. If there is anything you can do, hurry up and mention it. I am leaving too! This world is different, It was so difficult when I came here, I was tired in vain!"

Yes, I'm here, at least take a photo and punch a card.

Cecil frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration: that tree that cannot be cut down!