Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Beijing, at the foot of the emperor!

Evil Tombs in the Eastern Suburbs.

This is the tomb of the previous royal family, which was abandoned after the founding of the Qin Dynasty.

Even in the daytime, few people pass by.

The rain is raging, and the thunder is fast.

In the wind and rain, a scholar was carrying a suitcase and hid in a dilapidated temple.

His appearance was unremarkable, with a lot of patches on his gown, and holes in his cloth shoes.

In the capital, talents like Hong Ming can be found everywhere.

They were born in humble beginnings and studied hard for ten years. There was no other way out except to get a job title.

Some of them sold their properties, even mortgaged their wives and children, and made all the money to go to the exam.

Most of them are famous Luosunshan.

Some people stay in the capital, working part-time, still full of confidence, looking forward to fighting for next year.

However, some people have landed year after year, and have long been disheartened, and no longer have the face to return to their hometown to face disappointed relatives and high debts.

They stayed, either as long-term laborers or as slaves, and some even lived on the streets and made a living by begging.

Hong Ming is more unfortunate than most people. He has been out of the list for three consecutive years, and his parents have both died of illness as early as the second year after he left.

Hong Ming was penniless, and he didn't even have the entanglement to return to his hometown. He could only let the corpses of his parents be discarded at random in the mass graves and eaten by wild dogs.

He could do nothing but grab a handful of loess and bow three times to his hometown.

Since then, Hong Ming has never had to worry about the future. He has taken root in the capital and vowed to return to his hometown in fine clothes.

However, I don't know if it's because of his bad luck or lack of knowledge. Not only is his career hopeless, but he also suffered a serious illness this year, and even lost the handyman he finally found.

Penniless and no shelter.

He can only come to this deserted suburb to be safe.

"Time comes and goes, I can do it."

When Hong Ming saw a ruined temple, he seemed to see hope.

He rushed in suddenly, stumbled on his feet, and the steamed bun in his arms fell directly into the yellow muddy water.

"My God..."

Hong Ming grimaced, this steamed bun was his last ration.

He hurriedly got up and picked up the steamed buns from the yellow muddy water. However, the steamed buns were mixed with bran and scattered as soon as they touched the water.

"Forget it, anyway, there are tiles to cover up." Hong Ming shook his head.

He seems to be born with a dead star, and bad luck does not count.

In this regard, Hong Ming seems to have gotten used to it. He cleaned up his mood, picked up the hay and wood in the ruined temple, and raised a bonfire.

Outside the temple, the wind continued.

inside the temple. The rising flames brought a long-lost warmth.

Hong Ming let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

"Time comes and goes, I can do it."

rumbling...

At this moment, there was a loud roar of thunder outside the house, just hitting the roof of the ruined temple, a large hole appeared, and the rain splashed down, dousing the bonfire.

The splashing wood ash water filled Hong Ming's mouth.

He called out with a "wow".

"God, I..." Hong Ming was angry, and as soon as he said the words, he slapped himself with a big ear melon seed.

"Don't say anything indecent, sin, sin!"

Hong Ming repeated it over and over, his mind was full of the teachings of the sage.

"Is there anyone please?"

At this moment, the door of the broken temple opened, and a cowardly voice sounded.

Hong Ming looked up, and a beautiful girl came in. Her skin was as white as snow, her long eyelashes were dripping with water droplets, and her thin red skirt was soaked by the rain, clinging to her graceful and hot body. .

Hong Ming ate it without realizing it. He had never seen such a petite figure able to hold up such a great mind.

"Master, can I come in to avoid the rain?"

The girl in the red dress asked timidly.

"But...Yes, of course!" Hong Ming recovered, his old face was already red.

He hurriedly turned his head away and greeted the girl in the red dress to come in.

"Thank you, son." The girl in the red dress bowed to thank her, her great pair beating endlessly.

Hong Ming raised his head, calmed the blood surging in his body, turned around to pick up the hay again, avoided the hole in the roof, and raised a bonfire.

"Come and have a fire."

The girl in the red dress nodded shyly, she sat directly next to Hong Ming, and even took off the dress outside.

"You...what are you doing?" Hong Ming suddenly panicked.

"Grandma said it would be uncomfortable if she was wet." The girl in the red dress had an innocent look on her face, as she hung up the dress.

Hong Ming's heart skipped a beat like a rabbit, and his face became more and more rosy.

He lowered his head, and caught a glimpse of the girl in the red skirt wearing a tight corset. The greatness on her chest was almost jumping out, white and waving like waves.

"See no evil, see no evil."

Hong Ming covered his nose, withdrew his eyes, muttered in his mouth, and the teachings of the saint resounded again in his mind.

"Son, I'm so cold."

At this moment, a soft touch came from his arm, and the faint fragrance seemed to be caressed like a jade hand, hooking Hong Ming and turning his head.

The girl in the red dress had come over at some point, clinging to Hong Ming, looking at him pitifully.

That delicate body was shivering with cold~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the greatness floating on the chest became more and more exaggerated.

"Master, can you hold the slave family?" the girl in the red dress begged.

There is always a hero's courage to fall into this gentle town.

"My God..." Hong Ming took a deep breath, and stretched out his arm unexpectedly, and it was about to fall on the shoulder of the girl in the red dress.

At this moment, the girl in the red dress smiled slightly, and the fragrance floated.

Hong Ming shuddered, as if ascending to the sky, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he fell down stiffly.

"Hundred and useless is a scholar, how upright I should be!"

The girl in the red dress swept the unconscious Hong Ming, and she turned cowardly and ridiculed.

"Grandma also said that scholars who study the truth of saints can be powerful enough to ward off evil spirits?" The girl in the red skirt sneered.

"The old lady fell down before she tried hard."

Saying this, the girl in the red dress stretched out her hand and touched Hong Ming's face.

"It looks like thin skin and tender meat. It's just for drinking at night and honoring grandma."

She heard from her childhood that these scholars have exquisite minds, so their hearts and livers are the most delicious, especially when they are paired with their secret [Foxtail Brew], they are simply better than gods.

She had eaten it a few times, and she would never forget the taste.

Thinking of this, a cold glow appeared in the beautiful eyes of the red-skirted girl, and her slender jade fingers grew into nails like steel needles.

"Tsk tsk, even an unlucky poor scholar is not spared. You really have no bottom line when you are a monster."

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded in the ruined temple, as if it had just woken up.

The girl in the red dress suddenly changed color and looked up, only to find that there was actually a person in the corner behind the ruined temple.

The man stood up slowly, followed by a dog, grinning at her, his eyes full of ill will.