I'm just a big Luo Jinxian

When it was getting dark, Bai Pojun came to the wine cellar of the Bai family in the ancestral land.

The wine-making process in the ancestral land of the Di people is still at a very old stage. Almost all the wine stored here is purchased in large quantities by him and sent back by someone.

People in the village are used to drinking spirits and don't appreciate things like red wine and beer, so all the wines stored here are high-quality burnt knives.

And it's not packed in bottles, it's all sealed up jar by jar.

Bai Pojun sneered, closed the heavy stone door of the wine cellar, and lifted the lid off a jar of spirits.Immediately, he took out a handful of white insect eggs, each of which was only the size of a grain of rice, but if the people of the tribe saw it, they would definitely change their colors.

Diren Spider Gu, the Gu poison that once poisoned Qin Xiaowang Yang Jun to death.

According to the "Spiritual Ghost Story", when Qin Xiaowang Yang Jun was seriously ill, he knew that he had been poisoned by Gu poison through the change of color in his mouth when he had silver in his mouth, but he couldn't understand what poison he was poisoned for a while.After the death, Emperor Wen and the Empress found a big spider crawling out of the coffin frame. After investigation, they found out that it was the poison of Concubine Cui.

In the final analysis, its origin comes from the Di tribe.

And the spider Gu in Bai Pojun's hand is the egg laid by the Gu king that hundreds of kinds of Gu insects devoured each other.Although its scariness is far less than that of Thousand Spiders and Myriad Poisons, it still cannot be underestimated.Its advantage is that it is not easy to detect, it will melt when it meets alcohol, and it is colorless, odorless and invisible.

Although the spider eggs would die as they melted, their intense toxicity had already penetrated into the wine.

Bai Pojun's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he poured Spider Gu into each jar of spirits, and then put the caps back, making an intact appearance.

Soon he left the place as if nothing had happened, and only let the strong young man from the ancestral land carry out all the spirits, claiming that he wanted to get drunk to relieve his worries and drink with everyone forever.

These young men were elated, and all lamented Bai Pojun's atmosphere, and emptied the wine cellar all at once.

It was getting darker and darker, and the soul-sending sacrifice finally started.

The stars and the moon were dark on this night, but the ancestral square was full of fire, and the warm yellow light illuminated every corner of the surrounding area.

In addition to the torches held in the hands of the crowd, there are many wooden shelves around them, and iron pots are placed on them.And in the iron pot, there are a lot of firewood burning blazingly.

Qingmeng and several elders all put on ghost masks and special silver ornaments.

torches.

Goblin mask.

The strange sacrificial dance, jerky and awkward language, several beasts that were slaughtered to death, blood stained the sacrificial square red.

The square is surrounded by people from the Di tribe. They follow the sacrificial process, sometimes kneeling and kowtowing with the elders, and sometimes holding up torches and shouting with their real arms.

Bai Pojun looked at this scene with cold eyes, and followed them in the same actions, without appearing to be a maverick.

Soon, Qing Meng asked someone to bring up a giant python locked in a cage.After he opened the cage, the giant python directly opened its bloody mouth, as if it wanted to swallow him directly.

However, Qingmeng's whole body was filled with protective energy, and he tore the giant python alive!

Immediately, someone brought a wooden basin, filled with blood that spilled like a waterfall.

After pouring the python's blood into the wine, Qingmeng poured the wine containing the python's blood, and the clan members called out Bai Poju's name, offering the wine with clan rituals.According to their customs, this is to recruit the wandering souls of the dead.

After the sacrificial wine, they sang the Di people's soul-sending song together.

The singing is majestic and sad, containing the ups and downs and unyielding spirit of a race that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it seems to have some kind of power to infect people's hearts.

Afterwards, Qing Meng and several elders took the lead and drank the strong wine in the bowl in one gulp.

"This cup, drink with the dead souls of Bai Poju!" Qing Meng shouted with all his strength in an old voice.

"Drink with the souls of the dead!" The voices of the whole clan gathered together, sonorous and powerful.

Everyone raised their wine bowls, no matter men, women or children, they all drank it down in one gulp!

Only a few children who were too young watched this scene curiously.

But Bai Pojun took advantage of people not paying attention, and directly spilled all the wine on the ground.

A trace of unbearable and pain flashed in his eyes, but it finally turned into firmness.

The effect of Spider Gu is almost immediate.

Immediately, a Di person stared wide-eyed, trembling all over, spit out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow", obviously the internal organs have been severely damaged by the poison.

The man fell to the ground with a "plop", causing an uproar in an instant.

"what happened?!"

"Elder, something has happened!"

However, before everyone came to their senses, some people felt fatal colic one after another, and even had their intestines pierced on the spot!

"Spider Gu!" Qingmeng's expression changed, he took off his mask suddenly, and stared at Bai Pojun with tearful eyes, "Bai Pojun, you actually killed your own family?!"

In an instant, the audience completely exploded.

"what?"

"How could Bai Pojun do such a thing?"

"Aside from him playing Gu in the wine, is there any other possibility?!"

"You bastard with a human face and a beast's heart, I will kill you!"

Facing the scene of grief, indignation and despair of the clansmen, Bai Pojun just stood there with his hands behind his back, and there was not much sadness or joy on his face.

A young woman held a poisoned Diren scimitar, her eyes were red, and she stubbornly slashed at Bai Pojun.

Bai Pojun didn't move, and he didn't even arouse his protective energy.

The woman let out a scream, and fell down at his feet with a "plop", spitting out a large mouthful of black blood.

Seeing that her son was very curious, she wanted to tease him and let him have a sip of the strong wine.At that time, the tribesmen around were still teasing, saying that as a Di tribe, there is no one who can't drink, and they should be cultivated from an early age.

But just such a small mouthful caused her five-year-old child to die so miserably!

She hates!

I don't know what strength is supporting this mother, but she got up with blood and tears in her eyes, and stabbed Bai Pojun's heart with a knife.

However, Bai Pojun didn't move at all, and the protective energy all over his body was instantly aroused.

"when--"

The scimitar in the woman's hand was broken directly, and the whole person was shaken and staggered backwards, falling to the ground in desperation and despair.

"My child, I'm sorry for you..." Two lines of tears flowed from her eyes, her eyes widened and she died.

The people of the Di people in the square were furious, but their voices suddenly became quieter.

Because it was like cutting straw, they fell to the ground in batches, bleeding from their seven orifices, and their death conditions were extremely miserable.

Some cried, some wailed.There are children who are in pain and dementia, and the corpses of their family members almost fill the entire square.

A three-year-old girl was shaking her mother who was lying in a pool of blood, crying helplessly, with snot running down her lips: "Mom, mom, wake up..."

The entire square was filled with the voices of children's childish grief.

All around are fallen torches and overturned firewood, and the flames are burning.

Human purgatory.