Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 17
On the western outskirts of the city, a double-story restaurant loomed in the night, with a closure sign hanging under the eaves.

Lao Zhang's wine shop has been open in Fenghuai for many years, until a foreigner wanted to buy his shop in the first ten days of the year. Lao Zhang was not happy at first, but the man gave a lot of money.

So until today, the wine shop has never opened its doors. Occasionally, a few outsiders come in and out, and they don't like to talk. People speculate that the inside is under renovation.

Behind the house is a moderately large forest, and the underground wine cellar of the wine shop is just below it.

The wine cellar originally had only two rooms, but later when the business was good, Lao Zhang spent money to dig deep into five rooms. At that time, he was afraid of collapse, so he invited old craftsmen from the county to come.

The newly expanded wine cellar has two entrances, one is in the woods, and there is a path through it, the entrance is relatively spacious, and is used to carry large barrels of wine; the other is in the back room of the wine shop, which can only accommodate one person, and can be sold in time.

At this time, the entrance to the forest was open, and there were people with dull eyes holding blue fire talismans on their foreheads, walking in stiffly, as if they were plunging into the mouth of an evil beast.

Inside the wine cellar.

Everyone gathered in the largest room. If ordinary people walked in, they would inevitably cover their eyes in shock.

It was a strange feeling: the field of vision was suddenly bright, but at the same time a layer was cut off.It seemed that while the light illuminated the darkness, it also deprived him of part of his vision.

Only when their hands were slowly lowered could they feel what it was—it was not the bright and soft orange of the oil lamp that dispelled the darkness, but a kind of eerie white and blue.

The vast majority of people have only seen three colors of light - bright white sunlight, orange fire light, and bright moonlight.But burning in the middle of the wall is the fourth color, which seems to come from some unknown ghostland.

The pulsation of the flame is also very different from normal flames, it seems much slower and weaker, giving people a feeling of tranquility, hardness, stickiness and even ice cold.

On the wall behind the flame, the huge abstract fire symbol is depicted in a very standard manner, and it is also colored, half black purple, half red gold, with a solemn and weird sense of ceremony.

In front of the flame was a shelf, on which was enshrined a strangely shaped stick, like bronze, covered with complicated and dizzying patterns.One end is extremely sharp, as if it was made for assassination, and the other end is gourd-shaped, which seems to be a container.Perhaps it was an illusion under the strange light, the gourd seemed to be breathing and wriggling.

There were already seven people standing in the room, six of them stood blankly in front of the flames, and one was wearing a white robe with a sword at his waist, standing and waiting at the entrance.

After an unknown amount of time, heavy footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer, and then there was the sound of the door being pushed.

The smell of blood filled the nostrils. The person untied the black robe and threw it aside. He threw the last sacrifice on the ground, then took out a porcelain bottle and swallowed a few pills of wound medicine.

His body was covered in blood, a cut on his back soaked through his clothes, and several blood streams had dried up along his left arm, the most serious one was on his chest and abdomen, where there were two puncture wounds.These wounds have already stopped bleeding, but they have not been carefully bandaged.

For Wu Zaigu, tonight was also a busy night.

In fact, the foreshadowing was buried last night. The fish that suddenly fell out of the net for some unknown reason caused the ceremony to go wrong. Even though he had made up for it in time, the backlash of asking "Dragon Tongue" to click for the second time would not be alleviated at all.

Fortunately, there was a father and daughter for him to have some fun with, otherwise there would be nowhere to vent his anger.

In order to prevent what happened last night from happening again, Wu Zaigu had to go there in person tonight.

However, when they arrived at the county government office, the magical weapon that came at just the right time was an accident. Unexpectedly, that five-line waste was actually the direct descendant of Xiaoyunshan. By coincidence, it really brought some threats to him.

He could have retreated calmly and came back after avoiding the sharp edge for a while, but the wasted behavior of the man who joined the big faction really angered him, so he did not dodge or dodge, and slashed him to death with a head-on knife.

However, this battle left almost no manpower on his side, so he had to personally catch the sacrifices that had not yet arrived one by one.

Although there are some turmoil, in the end these seven materials are already here, and when the time comes, the holy body can be given to inherit the grace of God.

Wu Zaigu glanced at the sluggish faces lined up in front of him, nodded in satisfaction, closed his eyes and let the white-robed man bandage his wound.

Time passed little by little.

There was no hourglass in the cellar, but Wu Zaigu seemed to have a precise dial in his heart. At a certain moment after waiting for a long time, the dial clicked, and he opened his eyes.

The hour has come.

The next moment, the handle of the pointed gourd was glowing like fire, and seven blue tentacles suddenly appeared, like a strange flower blooming suddenly.These tentacles end in cone-shaped spines, and the insides of those cones seem to be rippling with viscous liquid.

The white-robed man who had already stood aside picked up the seven small bronze bottles he had prepared and placed them under the tentacles one by one.

Wu Zaigu changed into a brand-new black robe and a pair of brand-new boots, solemnly and carefully washed his hands, not letting go of any detail, and after cleaning his hands, he took two steps forward and came to the pointed gourd. Standing beside him with eyes closed.

The white-robed man stood in front of him, held up a booklet in both hands, and began to chant, a deep and deep voice echoed in the small space: "Looking up to the ancient past, the universe is infinite, and spiritual wisdom is chaotic; Beginning..."

The almost "magnificent" prayer echoed in the room, as if in a solemn and solemn temple in ancient times, or on the top of the lofty and lofty Mount Tai. where.

But this is just a dark and dank underground wine cellar in a remote small town. There are no emperors or generals, only pale and sickly men, the lingering smell of blood and men and women who look like walking corpses.

"Looking up to the Supreme One True Dragon Immortal Monarch, succeeding the heavens and establishing the pole, the gods rule the gods; all living beings bow their heads, and all spirits follow..."

Strange flames as graceful as ghosts and as dangerous as ice and fire danced in the small space.Along with the prayers, those tentacles, as if they were spiritual, penetrated into the bronze cup one after another and slowly injected the liquid into it.

"Shimeng is very kind, I am still raising Wei Wei today, I respect Chen Sheng's blood, and I will only sue the lower immortals..."

This is a sacrificial text, and of course it is a sacrificial ceremony, and the only offerings here are...

Frenzy appeared in the seven pairs of lifeless eyes, and they kept restless on the spot. Only the first boy got the answer, and walked towards those small bottles with slow steps.

"Begging for the Holy Spirit to never give up, accepting small gifts..."

The boy held Otaru reverently and hungrily.

The man stretched his neck and chanted: "Shang Xiang!!"

The young man held the small bottle in both hands, with a ignorant and fanatical expression, raised his head and drank the fine liquid in the cup in one gulp.

The small bronze bottle rolled to the ground with a "clink", and the young man's arms were hanging down, motionless.

(End of this chapter)