When the god heard Li Songtian's words, his gaze slowly moved to the window, his eyes were distant and deep, as if he was lost in some kind of contemplation.
He let out a long sigh.
"It all comes down to my momentary weakness."
As he spoke, his eyes seemed to be lost in thought, and his entire aura became filled with guilt and sadness.
"Over two hundred years ago, an ancestor of the Bai family went for an outing in the mountains and accidentally fell into a stream, nearly losing his life.
As the mountain god of this place, I naturally cannot watch a life die in front of me for no reason.
So I saved him.
But I never thought that there would be someone as sinister as the Bai family's ancestors in this world."
Li Songtian frowned and asked, "Did he arrest you and lock you up here?
With your strength, you shouldn't be able to be controlled by an ordinary person."
The god shook his head and said, “He didn’t arrest me, but threatened me with the people living at the foot of the mountain.
Maybe that's not accurate.
It should be said that they took advantage of my compassion and trapped me here.
The ancestor of the Bai family had a good friend who once caught a small flower fairy in the mountains. At that time, there happened to be a Taoist priest who practiced evil magic among their companions.
So he suggested to the friend of the Bai family's ancestor that they keep the little flower spirit in captivity, absorb the luck from him, and bring good luck to the friend of the Bai family's ancestor, but he had to pay him a large amount of gold and silver as a reward.
It so happened that the friend of the Bai family's ancestor was a businessman and had a paper umbrella shop. But at that time, the whole country was in drought, which had lasted for three years.
If it doesn’t rain, no one will buy umbrellas, so their Lightning store naturally cannot continue to operate and is on the verge of bankruptcy.
The friend of the Bai family's ancestor felt that he had no chance of living, so what else could he be reluctant to give up? So he gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble.
So he gave all his wealth to the Taoist who practiced evil magic and absorbed all the luck from the little flower fairy.
Although the little flower fairy is not tall, it has been practicing for more than 500 years.
At a time when the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is declining, a spirit that can cultivate to this level must have great luck.
So from that day on, heavy rain fell for three consecutive months in the city where the friend of Bai family's ancestor lived.
Other small paper umbrella shops have basically all closed down during the three-year drought. Even if they didn't close down, they all switched to other businesses, so there are not many umbrellas in stock at home.
This directly led to the paper umbrella shop of the Bai family's ancestor's friend becoming a hot shop in the entire city. Not only did it completely recover, but it later expanded and had branches in many cities.
Xia Yiqian frowned, "So the ancestor of the Bai family wanted to emulate his friend and extract luck from you?"
The mountain god nodded and said, “The ancestor of the Bai family once heard what his friend did when he was drunk.
He felt that if a little flower fairy could make his friend's umbrella shop prosperous, then as a mountain god, I could definitely bring more luck to their family.
So he found the evil cultivator, gave him all his money, bought the Wanfu Inn under the guidance of the assistant cultivator, and used the villagers at the foot of the mountain as bait to lure me here.
I don’t know why, but as soon as I entered Wanfu Inn, a sacrificial formation lit up inside the inn.
In an instant, all ten villagers became my sacrifices.
I was so heartbroken and angry that I wanted to rush out and beat them to death.
However, as soon as I thought about leaving this room, the spirits of the ten villagers sacrificed to me began to tremble.
I knew then that if I left the room, they would probably all die.
They are all children who grew up under my nose, and I can't bear to see that even their souls can't stay in this world.
So I chose to compromise.
But I never expected that this compromise was just the beginning of a series of compromises, and things would get out of control."
Having said that, the other people could roughly understand what was going on.
The Bai family used this god to absorb luck, and in order to keep the luck from the god continuous and to trap him here forever, they kept increasing the sunk costs and offering sacrifices bit by bit.
Kong Yanqing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "What does this have to do with the fifty living people in the Waifu Inn now?
Even if you want to end this and leave here, you can just leave directly. It has nothing to do with these fifty people, right?"
The only ones who completely disappeared between heaven and earth were those who had been sacrificed here.
But this is a complete paradox. If the gods leave here, all those souls will be scattered.
But if the gods do not leave here, the sacrifice will continue.
After repeated sacrifices, the number of sacrifices would only increase, making it more and more difficult for the kind-hearted gods to leave this place.
The god sighed and shook his head, “That’s not the case.
From the moment you entered here, you have become a sacrifice."
Hearing this, the expressions of the four people present became a little strange.
Anyone who sits opposite the god and calmly listens to him say, "You are all my sacrifices, and you will all die soon," will find that this matter is difficult to explain.
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