He and It

Dragon Sacrifice Day, the man gestured timidly, there are still twenty days, Dragon Sacrifice Day is coming. At that time, the dragon will wake up in anger, and the great witch in Yumen will light incense and hold a ceremony , singing the ancient song of letting the dragon sleep, and when the dragon sleeps, the rain...

He pointed to the sky, The rain has stopped, and we can live a good life again without worrying about being submerged in the sea.

That's it? Liu Fuguang asked suspiciously, Just singing, nothing else?

The man hurriedly said: There will be livestock! The sacrificial livestock, such as cattle, sheep, and pigs, are burned in jade tripods and bowls, letting the smoke float to the sky, and then burying the ashes in the soil...

Liu Fuguang shook his hand, indicating that there was no need to say anything.

Jade, three animals, and fire are all ancient and primitive sacrificial processes, impeccably clean. Heaven will accept such conservative etiquette and flattery calmly. On the other hand, if there are any bloody or unnatural elements in the process, Then the God who is being sacrificed will send double punishment for this.

Liu Fuguang originally thought that the shaman would use cruel methods to suppress the dragon buried deep under the sea. But now it seems that the Dragon Sacrifice Day has lasted for such a long time and Heaven has not intervened. It can be seen that there is nothing wrong with it. questionable.

Leaving the mortals alone who were frightened enough, they decided to go directly to Tianshu Jade Gate to have a look.

Speaking of which, it seems that there are no cultivators in this world? Liu Fuguang thought, I don't feel their power.

Yan Huan said in a deep voice: Witches and the inheritors of witchcraft occupy this world, and the systems are different. People who practice Taoism will only be acclimated to the climate here, and it will be difficult to achieve success.

The two concealed their divine light and sneaked into a secret place called Tianshu Jade Gate. They saw shamans of all sizes coming and going in a hurry, busy preparing for the Dragon Sacrifice Day which was less than a month away. There are no gorgeous palaces or piles of treasures here, only deep green forests, lush flowers and trees, crisp and lovely vines entwined on the stone walls, clouds and mist flowing among the green pines and cypresses, distant mountain springs tinkling, and silver waterfalls rushing from the sky. Down.

The shaman is close to nature and is accustomed to the company of mountain wolves, tigers and leopards. A tiger with colorful fur passed by peacefully, its paw pads stepping on the moss-moist stone road, so quiet that it was too quiet to be surprised by the butterflies and insects parked on the branches and leaves.

Yan Huan was very disdainful of all this, but Liu Fuguang's eyes were attracted by a tall statue. The man walked with a stick, and animal skins adorned his slender body. He wore snakes in his ears, and his long hair was scattered, but his face was blurry. Showing signs of being weathered by time.

Wuluo. Liu Fuguang asked curiously, What does he look like?

Yan Huan glanced at Wuluo's statue displeasedly, and alarm bells suddenly sounded in his heart.

He puffed out his strong chest and shook the golden ring in his ear. The dragon's horns shone brightly, as if tempting to touch. He first searched for Wu Luo in his mind and found that he had no impression, so he said firmly: Ugly.

After thinking about it, he added: It's very ugly. You know, the gods in ancient times all looked more... casual. They should have the face of a beast and a human body, with blue eyes and fangs. All the ten witches look similar.

Liu Fuguang glanced at him in confusion, his eyes turned away, and his attention was immediately attracted by what was behind him.

Wait... He unconsciously brushed away Yan Huan who was opening his screen and walked back, What is this?

When Yan Huan turned around, he found that his sweetheart was tracing the paintings on the stone wall with his fingertips. He was immediately depressed. But on second thought, he dispelled Liu Fuguang's curiosity about Wu Luo. This should be considered a success.

He followed up and found a mottled dragon painted on the stone wall. This seems to be a screen wall used for narrative. However, as time has passed, many colors and details have been lost. A long black and yellow dragon can be vaguely seen soaring in the sky, with its horns raised high and its wings covering the sun and sky.

The black and yellow color is the middle color, which shows that its status is noble and far superior to ordinary dragon species. Plus, the pair of wings on its back...

Yan Huan's eyebrows were deeply frowned.

Yinglong, he said, the little boy from the Li family actually fell here.

Liu Fuguang said in surprise: Yinglong? Isn't that the Dragon God from ancient times? Do you recognize it?

Yan Huan sneered and said: He is much older than me. When the God War started, he didn't know where he ran away. But I didn't expect that he still left behind an evil seed, struggling in the three thousand worlds... It can be seen that There is nothing better than this when fortune plays tricks on people.”

Liu Fuguang murmured: These are actually Yinglong's descendants.

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Liu Fuguang: *Standing, sitting, talking, walking*

Yan Huan: *whimpering in pain and happiness* My heart is about to stop beating! *At the same time, he secretly stretched his nose and smelled the fragrance of Liu Fuguang a thousand times*

Liu Fuguang: *observes the statue and tries to poke it with his finger* Well, this is worth studying...

Yan Huan: *Immediately triggers mating anxiety and starts to do all he can to show off*

Chapter 220 Ask Here (Forty-Eight)

The two of them walked around the Tianshu Jade Gate several times, but found nothing else, so they returned the same way, wondering how they got in and how they slipped out.

Yan Huan rarely feels uncomfortable, but being in a strange dragon's nest with traces of Ying Long's past life everywhere is as uncomfortable for him as wearing someone else's shoes.

Let's wait a little longer, Liu Fuguang said. Everything will be clear on the Dragon Sacrifice Day.

Yan Huan nodded slowly and tugged on his collar with his hand, causing the magic skin to spin around on the main body. If anyone else saw it, they would definitely poke it away in fear.

That night, they chose an inn to stay. Because they live near the sea, the architecture here is also quite interesting. In order to prevent moisture from rising at night, the inn is built like a bamboo building on stilts. The rooms are like hanging fruits, connected by wooden bridges. The furniture, beds and cabinets should be made hollow and lightweight. The mattress is also made of bamboo silk. It feels smooth and fine, and is cool to the touch.

Liu Fuguang found it very interesting. He opened the window and saw sea fog surging at night, and a hazy and continuous rain falling in the sky. There was not a single star in sight, only the lights on the ground swaying one by one.

Is it the sound of the tide, the sound of rain, or the voice of my heart?

The whole world, sea and sky, hung upside down, the flames of the earth were like warm orange rivers of stars, the misty sky formed an unpredictable human world, and the sound of falling rain became so distant and ethereal, as if some grand murmur was calling him. .

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