Chapter 204 All Mortals Will Die 26
The mountain opened an eye.
The eye is a pitch-black slit.
The creatures didn't dare to breathe, as if they were watching a birth process at close range.
The mountain is like a mother's womb, with a black crack in it that slowly moves with her breathing.
After an unknown amount of time, the thunder died down, the rain also stopped, and some light slowly expanded out of the black gap, like a pair of empty eyes looking behind...
“That’s the clan god, that should be it. But the aura doesn’t seem like…” This spiritual child was also present at the scene that year, but with his ability, he could only stand on the periphery.
He was standing a hundred miles away at the time, and heard thunder and lightning rumbling in the mountains, and the dark clouds hovering on the top of the mountains that would not dissipate.
He is a spiritual child between life and death, and can sense the aura of evil better than others.
That was supposed to be the place where gods were born, but he smelled a strange and terrifying ghost aura...
He was just about to report this to the second in command, but the smell came and went quickly. He closed his eyes and sniffed deeply for a long time, but could not smell anything.
The Jiang family happily welcomed the new god from the mountain, thinking that a turning point had arrived, but they didn't know that despair was still to come.
"That clan god doesn't know anything."
"It can neither talk nor move."
After it fell from the mountain, it became a fruit that fell on the ground. It was no different from fruit or wood except that it could not rot.
Livestock are better than it because they can run and move.
No one dared to say it, but everyone thought so in their hearts.
This new god is like useless trash.
The waste could not guide the Jiang family, and there was a faint smell of ruin.
Everything indicates that the plan to create a god has failed.
The night before the battle was a very silent night.
The remaining members of the Jiang family sat in front of the ancient altar. The acting head of the Jiang family sat in front of them. After a long while, he said to everyone, "Tomorrow will be a decisive battle. You and I have done our best."
"I have a blood feud that I have to take revenge for. But you are not..." The second son of the Jiang family smiled cunningly like a fox, and even though he was covered in wounds, he still winked at his third brother.
"What I hate most in my life is following rules. If my elder brother were here, he would definitely say some stupid words like "we all prosper together and we all suffer together", which would make everyone's blood boil."
He smiled slightly as he thought of his brother.
"But I am not. Your surname is Jiang, but you also have children to worry about. You don't have to go to such lengths for the family. So, if you want to leave tonight, go ahead. The farther you go, the better."
After hearing him say that he would not pursue the matter, three or two people staggered to their feet, lowered their heads, not daring to look at anyone, and left in a hurry.
The third son of the Jiang family wanted to stop him, but his brother shook his head at him.
"Master, what are you talking about... We are willing to follow you."
"Once you are surnamed Jiang, you are a Jiang family member for life. How can I abandon you all at this critical moment?"
"I'll die if I want to. They've gone too far. I'll fight them!"
The rest of the people shouted and cursed, and the second son of the Jiang family was particularly happy to hear this. He said good and took the wine, "These past few days have been very frustrating, and I have never felt so happy. As soon as tomorrow comes, we will fight our way out!"
"good!"
"All listen to the master!"
"Kill them!"
No one looked at the altar in the depths.
Their "tribal god" had his eyes open but was not looking at them.
There has been no change since I was born.
They have been disappointed and no longer seek their future from the gods.
The future is in their own hands. These wizards, who have been forced into a desperate situation and even lost their tribal gods, suddenly understand a truth vaguely - the era of divine rule will eventually pass, and the era of human rule has long arrived.
When the tribal god really disappears, who should they rely on?
Maybe they should have relied on themselves a long time ago.
The second son of the Jiang family thought about all this and didn't feel at all that it was disrespectful to the heaven above him.
If God really had eyes, a loyal and honest person like my eldest brother would not have died.
"Huh..." The third son of the Jiang family drank the wine and moved closer to his brother. "Brother, give me some people tomorrow. I want to rush to the front and avenge my eldest brother and the others!"
Hearing the youngest brother gritting his teeth, the second oldest of the Jiang family smiled slightly, "Okay, it's worth it for your brothers to spoil you."
He poured the drink himself for his brother and coaxed him into doing what he did when they were little.
"Drink it and I'll give it to you."
The third brother drank it all in one gulp.
Then he felt dizzy and fell to the ground. When he opened his eyes again, three days had passed.
The dust has settled.
The spirit boy suddenly felt extremely painful. He looked up and changed his voice, "My second elder brother and all my people died in the bitter battle that I was absent from."
"Only I... Only I am still alive..."
The remaining obsession of the Jiang family's third son was still whispering unwillingly, and the blood and tears on his face had not disappeared even after a hundred years. He remembered the tragic fragments and the eyes of those dead.
Jiang Yuelu saw some familiar shadows on this face covered with blood and tears. It was Jiang Rihu's face. They were very similar.
Is it true that Jiang Rihu is the descendant of the third son of the Jiang family?
How did a man named Jiang survive in those years when everyone was calling for his death?
"They knew I was still alive because they didn't find my body. After I was found, I pretended to be a waste in order to survive, and begged for mercy from my enemies..."
The third son of the Jiang family rarely shows up in public, so he is not as feared as his two older brothers.
Having said that, it is not easy to hide the truth.
If he wanted that group of people to really believe it, he would have to become a real waste.
"I have been a slave for decades... I have been acting crazy and stupid and kneeling everywhere. I have long forgotten that I was also raised under the protection of my brothers... They look down on me and torture me, but it doesn't matter. I must live and live well, otherwise I will let down my second brother who has worked so hard to build it up."
As time went by, he grew old.
Now he is alone and weak, and it is impossible for him to accomplish his revenge.
He must have descendants.
So he married a kind, ordinary woman and had a child.
His children initially thought he was a powerful wizard and admired him very much, but their dreams were shattered when he knelt down and begged for mercy.
His descendants have not experienced that hardship and do not understand what it means to endure hardships.
In their eyes, their grandfather was just a lazy bastard who had no idea how lucky he was to have been able to cheat their grandmother.
I don't even believe what he said about the prosperity of the Jiang family.
After hearing his words, Jiang Yuelu vaguely understood why Jiang Rihu had such a disgusting attitude towards the ancestors of the Jiang family, and why he let the family god gather dust in the attic.
And why he wanted to pass the wizarding exam and have a place in the academy.
The Jiang family... is so pitiful.
"Hiss..." The remaining bitter thoughts cried out in pain, he was almost disappearing.
But the overwhelming hatred was like a soul-calling flag, summoning all the resentment of the Jiang family within a hundred miles. Through the spirit boy, thousands of clansmen told their grievances today.
They still remembered that at that time, all the wizards, men and women in the family, swore an oath with tears of blood.
"A hundred years later, the Ghost King returns."
"Since God has abandoned me, I will kill Him!"
"If someone harms me, I will kill him!"
The overlapping sounds were like the sound of sunset bells, echoing in the ears of Jiang Yuelu and Mo Zhixian.
These people had long forgotten their own names, and even their family, but they still remembered the thick hatred that was like thick water and could not be dissolved.
The dead leaves on the ground were shattered one by one by the roar, and the scattered dust enveloped the forest of stele.
The monuments, like silent shadows, revolved in front of them.
Mo Zhixian yelled, "Not good!"
"These residual mental powers are causing this cemetery to almost collapse!" Mo Zhixian stared at the yellow leaves and dust floating in the distance. Jiang Yuelu had never seen such a terrifying expression on his face.
He seemed to have just realized, "These leaves... these leaves are actually a magic circle!"
This magic circle suppressed the Jiang family cemetery inside.
Outsiders cannot enter at will, and once they enter, they cannot leave at will.
This is probably the last magic circle left by the Jiang family to protect the peace of the dead souls.
But now, it's broken.
Just like a cracked corner of a porcelain cup, water gushed out. Jiang Yuelu and Mo Zhixian were like two particles of smoke wrapped in a yellow flood, and were quickly washed away.
“Mo Zhixian——!!”
Jiang Yuelu roared, but countless dust choked his nose and mouth. The back of his head hit a stone tablet hard, and he lost consciousness after his eyes blurred.
…
"Uh...ah..." After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up, covering his head.
It was extremely dark in front of me, with only a faint glimmer of light on the left.
Jiang Yuelu naturally followed the light and tilted his head to see a pile of dead wood, vines and copper frames, which were intricately and twistedly built together to form a high wall.
These wooden and copper frames are very old and look like a garbage dump from a distance.
Every ten or so meters, there is a long copper bar protruding with a bloody cloth strip hanging in front.
The strips of cloth fluttered in the wind.
Jiang Yuelu walked over with difficulty and raised her head hard, trying to see clearly what the bloodstains had drawn.
Soon he discovered that the bloodstains had formed complex spells on the cloth, and each line seemed to be related to each other.
His head was still dizzy, and he saw circles of stars if he looked for a while longer.
Jiang Yuelu retracted his gaze, wanting to wait a while before looking for Mo Zhixian. But when he glanced casually and saw what the copper frame was surrounding.
He was completely stunned.
These copper strips were wrapped around the white silk talisman, and the circles looked like tree rings. The empty space in the middle was huge.
The empty space was as big as a basketball court, but in such a large space there was only one "person" lying there, quietly, as small as a speck of dust.
Jiang Yuelu's eyes felt slightly hot, and he himself didn't even know why.
The moment he saw that "person", he knew where he was sent.
This was the scene of the deification many years ago.
The gods have been conceived.
No one knows that the god created by the Jiang family is only that small.
The god that people hope to save them from fire and water is actually only as big as dust.
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