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Song Jiang didn't expect that the boy who talked with him last night was dead, which made him a little bit at a loss... But even if he felt sorry for the other party, death is death, and he can't do it for his own sake. Selfishly want to forcibly reverse life and death? !

Thinking of this, Song Jiang said in a deep voice, "Are you so sure that summoning the true god in the painting can save your son? What if it doesn't work?"

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhuo said in a cold voice, "You will know if you can try it or not. There are too many people who died, and you are not bad... Boy, let me tell you the truth, you are not the first, and you may not be the last." One. After the failure of the Dharma meeting that year, our tribe has since declined, and the tribe put all the responsibility on the high priest. Although he is dead, his family members are still alive. For this reason, they not only Kicked out of the tribe, and have to bear the curse brought by the grievances of those sacrificial girls for generations. Even though thousands of years have passed now, the curse still exists. For those things we have never done, Generations will suffer from illnesses, and too many people have died! What do you think we did wrong? We just inherited the blood of the high priest, so must we also inherit the sins he committed?!"

Song Jiang couldn't answer this question, although he also knew that the descendants of the great priest were not wrong, but when they inherited his blood, they also inherited all the merits and demerits of his lifetime...

There is a word called "Feng Wife Yin Zi", which means that the ancient emperors would give corresponding titles to the wives of meritorious officials, and the descendants would also receive hereditary official titles...Since the descendants can enjoy the grace of their ancestors, it is natural to have bear their guilt.The greater the achievements of the ancestors, the greater the shade enjoyed by future generations, and vice versa, the deeper the sins they have to bear.

Anyone in Song Jiang's twenties can understand such a simple truth, let alone a middle-aged man like Lao Bao?It's just that their family has been tortured by the curse for generations, and their thinking has gradually become paranoid and difficult to train. Therefore, Ren Songjiang will not change his original thinking when he speaks out.

Things have come to this point, Song Jiang can only sigh and say, "Old uncle, whether you believe it or not, I will tell you that you will not succeed...whether it is you or the great priest back then."

"It doesn't matter whether you can succeed or not..." Lao Bao said with a look of disdain.

Song Jiang nodded and said, "It's true that I don't count, but someone has the final say... Didn't you find that there is one person missing by my side?!"

After hearing Song Jiang's words, Lao Zhuo realized that there was indeed one missing person, but he said indifferently, "There can only be you here, because the sacrificial altar has been enchanted by the true god of our tribe. Except for people with totem portraits and pure souls who can come in, only people from our family can come in. Your friend named Meng Zhe is either dead or left you and ran away."

After hearing this, Song Jiang laughed a few times, then shook his head and said, "Uncle Bo, you don't need to sow discord and create panic here. My friend, I know who he is better than you. The reason why I am so sure of you It will not succeed, and a large part of it is because of him."

Seeing that Song Jiang still had no fear at this time, and his expression was as usual, Lao Zhuo couldn't help being stunned and said, "What do you mean?!"

"Literally? This friend of mine is not an ordinary person...otherwise, where would I have the courage to meddle in other people's business?" Song Jiang said with a little complacency inside and out.

Mingrui, who was sitting under the altar, sighed slightly at this moment, it seems that all this is his fault?Unexpectedly, at this moment, Lao Huang suddenly seemed to have noticed something, and turned around with a surprised face, only to see his son still with his eyes closed, sitting there with a blue face...

Seeing this, Lao Zhuo shook his head, thinking it was his own illusion that success was close in front of him, so he looked at Song Jiang again and said, "It's useless to say anything else... No matter how capable that guy named Meng Zhe is, he You can't even enter the altar, so you might as well cooperate with me to complete the sacrificial ceremony."

After hearing this, Song Jiang asked curiously, "What will happen if I don't cooperate?"

Lao Bao sneered, "If you don't cooperate, you will suffer a bit...but the end result is the same."

After hearing this, Song Jiang nodded and said, "Okay... Since this is the case, can you answer me a question first? Let me be a fool."

"You ask..." Lao Bao said in a deep voice.

Song Jiang said, "Do you know what you want to summon? What if it can't help you revive Mingrui?!"

Upon hearing this, Lao Bao immediately scolded, "Pay attention to your words...it is the true god of our tribe, how can you allow an outsider to insult you?!"

Song Jiang laughed dryly, "I really don't want to insult your true gods. As far as I know, this totem image depicts an ancient evil god named Harovo...Of course, it doesn't matter what it is called, the point is the ancient evil god Do you understand these four words?!"

Lao Bao never thought that the kid in front of him knew quite a lot, but at this moment, he already didn't care about any evil gods, as long as he could save his son, it didn't matter what kind of gods they were.So he stopped talking nonsense with Song Jiang, drew out his dagger and slashed his wrist...

Song Jiang's face turned pale instantly when he saw the blood, and he yelled, "Old Uncle Zhuo, you are a bit disrespectful of martial arts, why do you let the blood out when you disagree?"

After hearing this, Lao Bao said in a deep voice, "What is this? You should be grateful for my kindness... In the past, it was impossible for you to die wholeheartedly."

Song Jiang's scalp tightened instantly when he heard it, and Lao Zhuo's words reminded him of the feeling of the dumb ghost being skinned. The wound on his wrist was not deep, and the blood just flowed down drop by drop...

At this time, Lao Bao dipped his fingers in the blood on the ground, and scribbled on the surface of the sister's drum. He saw that the blood was sucked in the moment it touched the drum surface, and the drum followed. The body began to gradually become more radiant, like a brand new sister's drum that was just finished.

Seeing this, Song Jiang felt a little flustered. He knew that even if he didn't bleed to death if this continued, he would eventually become that Harovo appetizer. At the same time, Mingrui who was sitting under the altar At some point, he stood up and stared at Lao Zhuo on the altar without moving...

With the successful refurbishment of the elder sister's drum, Song Jiang heard the cries of those wronged souls again, but unlike before, he heard them more clearly this time, as if those voices came from the deepest part of his mind.

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