the truth
This was probably all the information he could get from Li You. There was no point in staying any longer, so Li Ling left decisively.
Seeing that Xing Zhier was still asleep, he used a talisman to send a message to Jinming. After Jinming's people knew that Xing Zhier was fine, they successfully took Xing Zhier away.
Before Jinming could thank him, Li Ling left first and headed straight for Lei Lao's yard. "Lei Lao, are you still there?"
There was no sound anywhere, as quiet as a yard that had been abandoned for a hundred years.
"If you don't answer, don't blame me for kicking your door."
As he spoke, Li Ling raised his foot to kick, gathering spiritual energy on his toes. Just as he was about to kick the boundary membrane, Lei Lao's voice rang out beside him, angrily saying, "Boy, stop right there!"
"You kid, after not seeing you for a few days, you're already tearing down the beams and tiles, aren't you?"
Li Ling smiled and said angrily, "If you don't open the door, I might really do it."
Old Lei suppressed his anger, grabbed his beard twice, and glared at him, saying, "What trouble have you run into again? Tell me about it." He looked like he could kick Li Ling out even if he didn't fart loudly.
Li Ling put away his jokes, sat down straight and poured tea for Lei Lao: "I am a little confused about the matter of the Hidden Tide Priest."
"What's the confusion?"
"Since Hidden Tide no longer has a pure-blooded and highly skilled Saint, why would they reopen the priesthood? Furthermore, I don't understand why Lize is so obsessed with this matter."
Lei Lao's voice seemed to sink into the mortal world, ethereal and unreal: "Human nature is evil. Some people, even if they know they are wrong, will still insist on making the mistake, even at the cost of sacrificing others for it."
A few days later, as Li Ling had expected, the Hidden Tide Altar was redecorated.
This time was different from the last time because it was done in a hurry and the layout was very simple.
Li Ling put on the invisibility talisman and looked at all this with a very bad expression. He recalled what Lei Lao had said: "Although there is no suitable candidate for Yinchao now, it is possible to create one ourselves."
"Destiny is determined by heaven, but there are always people who refuse to give up and want to give it a try. Lize is one of them."
Create one?
Li Ling has no idea what the answer is, but if he wants to defy the will of heaven, it can't be easy.
The priests who were setting up the place all had veils on their faces. They moved swiftly and quickly, but they didn't dare to speak at all. Li Ling observed for a while and felt that this didn't seem like a grand ceremony, but more like setting up a mourning hall.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt frightened and even felt a chill on his scalp.
It was another dark and windy night. Li Ling broke into the Yinchao clan leader's room and was surprised to find that Li Ze was not there. He scratched his fingers across the table, and a layer of dust stained his fingers.
Li Ling placed his spiritual power over his eyes, allowing him to see as clearly as day. There were a few spiderwebs hanging from the walls above, and the bedding wasn't suitable for this season. The entire room looked as if no one had lived there for a long time.
How is this possible! He saw Lize enter this room a few days ago.
unless……
Li Ling suddenly thought of something, and with a wave of his hand, he broke the illusion and revealed the true appearance of the room.
The dampness and smell of blood made Li Ling frown even deeper. He blocked his sense of smell and walked into the inner room step by step. There was a shelf of medicine bottles next to the bed, and a doll of the same size as Li Ze was placed next to the cabinet.
It is very realistic. If you don’t get close, you can’t see the gaps between the lines on the doll.
A few steps further, Li Ling saw a skinny man lying on the bed. His hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and he looked as if he had been drained of all his blood. If he hadn't noticed his barely perceptible breathing, Li Ling would have suspected that Li Ze was dead.
That’s right, this person is Lize.
Li Ling was hesitating whether to go forward and investigate, but Li Ze had already opened his sleepy eyes. The corners of his mouth curved into an arc, his voice hoarse, but a strange light shone in his eyes: "I didn't expect that you would be the first one to find this place."
He looked like he would die soon even if Li Ling didn't take action.
Li Ling was alert and asked, "Who do you think is coming?"
Li Zesong lowered his mouth, looking even older and more terrifying. "Since you are here, please do me a favor."
The room was silent for a while. Li Ling asked in surprise, "Are you desperate? Since you're asking me for help..."
Li Ze smiled and did not deny: "You will be happy to help me."
On the dim bed, Lize looked up and murmured, as if holding his last breath, insisting on living longer than himself, "The Hidden Tide Priest, can't be wasted like this."
Li Ling took this opportunity to inquire, "You don't want to abandon the sacrifice, but it's hard to find someone who can take on the role of Saint in the Hidden Tide now. How do you..."
Li Ze had no strength left. His eyes were empty and his lips trembled slightly. His voice became much softer as he said, "Change...change blood...change blood..."
Blood transfusion?
Li Ze's appearance as if he had been drained of blood was coincidentally linked to Li You's pale face that day.
His mind went blank for a moment, a cold wind blew in the room, and the stench of decay made Li Ling feel creepy at that moment. He understood something.
"As long as the blood is replaced... the priest ceremony can be held again." Li Ze said this intermittently, and suddenly he started coughing: "Cough cough cough... Help, help me..."
Even though he wasn't the one who encountered this incident, Li Ling's body still trembled uncontrollably, and his voice tightened: "...But even so, Li You has no spiritual power, so it's impossible to complete the sacrifice."
Li Ze seemed to have guessed Li Ling's doubts long ago. Tears welled up in his eyes as he said, "I have already... transferred my spiritual power to Li You."
Li Ling felt a mixture of emotions. He had never imagined that Li Ze would go this far to achieve a certain goal. He felt it was absurd and couldn't help but ask, "What on earth are you doing this for?"
"Why should the five tribes be trapped here forever just to get out... I can't accept this..."
"you……"
"Give this to... Li You..." Li Ze pointed a trembling finger at a white porcelain bottle on the cabinet, "Give it to her, otherwise she won't survive..."
Li Ling took the porcelain bottle, and Li Ze's wide-open eyes finally closed, with a weird smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Li Ling silently picked up the medicine bottle and disappeared into the night. Behind him, the tent was engulfed in flames, leaving only panicked shouts.
"I'm lost and drowned!"
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