Daily life under the hands of mad critics

Chapter 47 47 Disciple
Pushing the door open, a choking odor of dust poured into the tip of the nose, and there was an incense table. The faded yellow curtains were tattered and hung on the beams and pillars of the house. The stone statues, each with its teeth and claws, look like the Abi of hell.

At the top of the main seat is a stone statue that has turned its head, with eight arms stretched out behind it, and a huge evil eye on the navel.

When the three tigers walked to the door, they were too timid to come in.

Su He kept them at the door and came in by himself.

As soon as you come in, you can clearly feel that the temperature inside is a bit lower than outside.

However, Su He himself was only a spirit, so he wasn't afraid. He fluttered around the dilapidated ancestral hall, and there was nothing special.

Su He was shocked until he reached the head of the enshrined statue that was in charge, and the head of the statue lying on the ground was broken.

Su He picked up the broken head on the ground, wiped the dust on the broken head with the yellow cloth on the side, and the broken head revealed a clear and familiar face.

This... this broken head is actually the appearance of the master!
After the sacrifice of Shizun to the world, for so many years, there is almost only a vague shadow of Shizun's appearance in Su He's mind, but now he can see it so clearly here.

This is the ancestral hall of the Ming clan, why does it enshrine the statue of the master, and it is also the statue of the evil god with eight hands.

What does this suddenly disappeared Ming clan have to do with Master? !

Su He was full of doubts in his heart, and placed the severed head on the statue to make it look more complete.

After doing this, Su He turned around and left.

Just after Su He left, the open door of the ancestral hall suddenly closed automatically without wind, and closed with a bang.

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the other side.

After Xiao Jingyi left from Su He's side, she was in a low mood and wandered everywhere.

Floating to a broken wall, Xiao Jingyi suddenly heard a deep and hoarse voice.

"The new generation of the Ming family, I finally waited for you..."

The information revealed in this sentence brought Xiao Jingyi's thoughts back a little.

The descendants of the Ming clan... Could this be the ancestor of the Ming clan?
The voice in his ear continued to repeat these words, a gloom flashed in Xiao Jingyi's eyes, he looked around, and finally his eyes fell on a dilapidated house not far away.

The sound came from here.

When Xiao Jingyi looked at this dilapidated house, the voice in his ears sounded more attractive.

The hoarse voice kept echoing: "Come in, child... Come in, child..."

Xiao Jingyi slowly floated towards this dilapidated house. When he reached the door, the wooden door of the house slowly opened by itself, as if to welcome him in.

The wooden door opened, Xiao Jingyi looked into the room, there were two rows of strange tattered statues, and in the middle was a statue with eight arms and a broken head and body.

When he looked at the eyes on the belly of the statue, the huge eyes seemed like real eyes, with a fascination that evoked the darkest thoughts in people's hearts.

Xiao Jingyi stared at the statue's eyes, and his dark eyes looked coldly at the statue that was trying to confuse him.

The statue saw that he looked into his eyes for a moment, and there was a strong malice all over his body, and he felt that Xiao Jingyi had been successfully bewitched, which induced the darkest thoughts in his heart.

The hoarse voice lured even a little sloppy and unscrupulous.

"Come in, come in, kid..."

"Are you resentful now, are you full of malice? Don't restrain it, follow your heart. Come in, sacrifice to me, and I will help you achieve everything you want..."

Such bad words are not as good as Xiao Jingyi's previous demons can say.

Lifting his foot over the broken threshold, Xiao Jingyi walked towards the statue with malice all over his body.

This rich and malicious fragrance made the eyes of the statue's belly button move greedily.

It has not eaten for many years, and it is rare to encounter such a dark and malicious food today.

The statue is more diligent in bewitching: "Don't be stingy, spread your malice..."

Xiao Jingyi looked at this evil statue, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

He slowly walked to the ground to one side, picked up a thick thigh column that fell on its side, and slowly walked to the statue and stood still.

The statue, who was waiting for a full meal, didn't realize what Xiao Jingyi was holding the pillar for.

A sound of air ripping through the air reminded me of the young man in front of him holding the pillar and sweeping from the right, the stone statue sitting on the high platform with a loud bang was swept to the ground, and the eight hands behind him unfortunately fell to the ground. , four broken.

The head that had just been put on rolls to Xiao Jingyi's feet again.

The statue is covered up.

He has deceived people for so many years, and he has never encountered such a tough stubble.

The hoarse voice carried a hint of anger: "You are not bewitched! How dare you, this junior, this God will not let you go!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jingyi's throat overflowed with a trace of disdain and a sneer, and kicked away the head of the statue beside his feet: "Now, I really don't know where the evil creatures dare to claim to be gods."

Xiao Jingyi squatted down and looked at the eyes of the statue on the ground: "You evil thing is parasitic in this eye. Let me think, if you dig out this eye and grind it into powder, you will still be alive. ?"

Hearing the words, the statue panicked instantly when it was pinched to the point of death.

"You can't do this to me, or I'll curse you."

Xiao Jingyi didn't take the threat of the other party seriously at all, and a dry smile emerged from the corner of his mouth: "Curse? You can't even see this, I've been cursed for a long time." Killing the only redemption, and now being killed by him Disgusted, he has long been cursed, cursed forever in the abyss without seeing the light.

The statue is silent.

Verbal attacks on statues are prohibited.

Xiao Jingyi was not in the mood to step on the weakness of the statue with this evil ink, the eyes, and the voice was cold.

"Tell me everything you know about the Ming clan, and I'll let you go. If you lie and are discovered by me, I'll set the ancestral hall on fire, and then move you away, sink you to the bottom of the sea, and let You will never see the light of day."

Hearing the words, the statue dared not to speak, and the hoarse voice began to say with anger and depression: "This god was once the supreme ancestor god of the Ming people."

Xiao Jingyi frowned and kicked the statue's eyes: "Tell the truth!"

The statue was instantly dumbfounded, and then the hoarse voice rose a few times: "Brother Ben Shen was once the supreme ancestor god of the Ming clan..."

This statue is not very honest, and Xiao Jingyi forced Xiao Jingyi several times before telling everything.

Xiao Jingyi understood the general meaning.

The Ming family originated from the ancient god of the underworld. This god of the underworld is the elder brother and the righteous god of the party. The underworld is also a serious ethnic group that cultivates with the deadly spirit of the clean and dying people.But the underworld god has a younger brother, the evil creature in front of him, jealous of his own brother being worshipped by others, and not being worshiped by himself, so he found a master of the evil god who did not know which corners to learn.

Taking advantage of the rupture of the ancient realm and when the four races of human beings, demons, demons and underworlds were fighting for territory, they went to the world to become gods with this demagogic routine they learned.

(End of this chapter)