Lan Tiao replied: "My sister actually gave me a spiritual weapon..."
Gongsun Zimang's eyes lit up, but then he became depressed because magic skills also have rules and restrictions. He has used up his trading times and cannot trade with Lan Tiao in the short term.
Gongsun Zimang waved his hand and said disdainfully, "I'm leaving. I don't want to see you again, you weirdo."
Spiritual weapons are divided into seven levels from low to high: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
In Living City, red-grade spiritual weapons were common, and there were also quite a few orange-grade spiritual weapons. Yellow-grade spiritual weapons were only available to the core disciples of the major factions and were rarely circulated on the market. As for green-grade spiritual weapons, only the heirs of the major factions were eligible to contract them. And yet, Lan Tiao was holding a blue-grade spiritual weapon...
Gongsun Zimang thought about it carefully and felt that even if he snatched Lan Tiao's spiritual weapon, he might not live to use it. It would be better to give up. What if Lan Tiao had some powerful background?
Gongsun Zimang sighed, took two steps forward, and inadvertently looked back at Lan Tiao, only to find that behind Lan Tiao... there were six people with tears on their brows!
Gongsun Zimang's pupils shrank slightly. He knew how terrifying the sacrificial tribe was, so he ran away without looking back.
At this moment, he felt his body suddenly lose control and his steps became slower and slower...
Then he turned around and started walking back step by step.
His steps seemed slow and steady, but deep in his eyes there was extreme fear.
Why can the sacrificial tribe control him?
He was clearly standing outside the miasma!
According to previous intelligence, the danger posed by the sacrificial tribe wasn't particularly high. As long as he stayed out of the miasma area, he'd be fine. But now, he was being controlled by an invisible force, stepping from the outside world into the miasma forest...
Gongsun Zimang and Lan Tiao walked side by side, and the size, speed and frequency of their steps were exactly the same.
Gongsun Zimang's mind was in a mess. Damn it, he shouldn't have wasted so much time on Lan Tiao. If he had left in time, he wouldn't have been caught...
He is still so young, is he going to die here?
Legend has it that those who were taken away by the sacrificial tribe never returned.
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"Have you caught enough sacrifices?"
"We've caught enough. We were lucky this time and ran into two people."
In the miasma forest, two teams of Compassionate people met and chatted with each other. Several "sacrifices" followed them with stiff steps, passing through the miasma forest and arriving at the foot of the mountain.
The mountains are rolling and undulating, but some of the "sacrifices" have surprise and solemnity in their eyes, because they have been to Ciguang Swamp more than once before and know that this swamp contains nine mountains, but now, the mountains... have become ten.
This extra mountain is where the Compassion people have lived for generations.
The high priest counted the number of "sacrifices" and found ninety-nine in total.
"Very good, this time the sacrifice is sufficient."
At this time, a tall and thin member of the Compassionate Tribe stepped forward and said, "Master Priest, we have captured a special sacrifice this time."
"Oh?" the high priest asked, "Which one?"
He felt that all the offerings looked the same and he couldn't see any one of them being special.
Tears welled up on the brow of the tall and thin member of the compassionate tribe, and then Gongsun Zimang stepped in front of the high priest.
The tall, thin Compassionate tribesman said, "We didn't see this person originally. The reason we were able to capture him was because he had a special causal connection with another person. I am naturally very sensitive to this aspect. Following this causal connection, I tried to use the Capture Technique on the air, and that's how I caught him."
When Gongsun Zimang heard this, he regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. It turned out that the people of the Compassionate Tribe didn't see him at all!
Because he had traded with Lan Tiao three times, leaving traces behind, and he was discovered...
Damn it!
It’s definitely not a good time to go out today!
Gongsun Zimang was secretly resentful and at the same time very nervous, not knowing what his future would be.
The high priest raised his eyelids and stared at Gongsun Zimang intently for a while, until Gongsun Zimang broke into a cold sweat. Then the high priest withdrew his gaze in disappointment and said, "He is very ordinary, there is nothing special about him... As for why you couldn't see him before, maybe he can become invisible."
"Okay..." The tall and thin member of the Compassionate Tribe looked disappointed, because if a special sacrifice was caught, the high priest would give a reward. He didn't expect that Gongsun Zimang was just an ordinary person.
This incident was just a small episode. Soon, the high priest led his people and numerous sacrifices up the mountain.
When everyone walked into the mountain, the entire mountain disappeared on the spot as if it had never appeared.
Farmhouses were built halfway up the mountain. In the normal Ciguang Swamp territory, all the trees were black, and only the miasma or special plants showed green. This was also the case on the other nine mountains, but on the tenth mountain, the trees were lush and green, with branches and leaves full of vitality. The land was flat, with birds singing and flowers blooming, as if it were an ordinary village at peace with the world.
Walk through the village and continue up the mountain. When you reach the top of the mountain, you will find a huge altar.
The altar is two meters high, cylindrical, and has no steps. The entire column of the altar is dark red, like coagulated blood.
On the altar stood a statue of a god.
The statue's body is of perfect golden proportions, and its face is shrouded in misty green miasma, making it impossible to see its appearance clearly. However, one can vaguely see a pair of tea-green pupils. Those eyes are soft and kind, and there seems to be a light, slightly sad gray in the depths of the pupils, as if it is taking pity on the world.
The high priest knelt on the ground and chanted, "You are the great Lord of all evil, the immortal god who has mercy on all living things..."
The remaining members of the Compassionate Tribe did not kneel on the ground, but surrounded the altar and began to dance. Their limbs were soft and flexible, allowing them to perform exaggerated movements.
The dance is strange and bizarre, yet it carries an indescribable beauty, as if it is in line with the great principles of heaven and earth.
"You are the immortal hope and the eternal light..."
As the dance progressed, the faces of every Compassionate tribe member gradually became filled with fanaticism, even the high priest was no exception. He praised the statue on the altar loudly, and then kowtowed devoutly.
"Please accept the sacrifice offered to you by this humble believer..."
The statue emits a hazy green light.
The Compassionate people were still dancing. The high priest kowtowed three times respectfully to the statue, then stood up and said to the offerings:
“We are the Compassionate people.”
“We believe in a compassionate God.”
"The benevolent and great gods have given us extraordinary powers so that we can live a peaceful and prosperous life."
“Everyone should believe in God in their heart.”
"Now, I give you two choices."
"One is to kneel down and confess to the gods, pray for their forgiveness, and become their believers."
"Second, become a sacrifice."
"You only have one stick of incense to consider."
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