Heir to the Celestial Master

Chapter 36 No.20 Six Collapsed Faith

Yin Jiani was still lying on the long black-painted table like a doll, and Lan Weiwei quietly took Yu's small bag.

Yu's whole body clung to Shen Mingquan's body. No matter how Shen Mingquan twisted him, Yu would not fall off. He bit his finger with the yellow silk scarf around his neck, drew a few talismans, and strangled Shen Mingquan severely. It was useless, the yellow silk scarf was only powerful enough to block his voice and prevent him from shouting, so as not to attract more monsters to attack.

"Yu, continue." Lan Weiwei sprinted and finally threw Yu's small bag to him.

Yu's face was also filled with surprise, and she reached out to catch it quickly.

"Enough, you are enough."

What is enough, when Shen Mingquan finished speaking, Lan Weiwei felt something was wrong.

When she wanted to remind Yu again, she saw that Shen Mingquan's eyes had gradually filled with muddy color, that kind of lifeless gray, had filled his eyes.

The muscles all over his body seemed to be swollen, and his lips were tinged with purple.

"Since you don't keep your promises, then go to hell."

The talisman paper in Yu's hand was also taken out, which she had never seen before.They poured down one after another, only to see Shen Mingquan sneered, and squeezed those talisman papers in his hands, as if crushing a piece of white paper.

Yu frowned and took a few steps back.

"You be careful."

Lan Weiwei leaned against the wall: "Well, I know, pay attention, he is coming."

The two quickly hid to the side, but Lan Weiwei still didn't have time. Shen Mingquan pinched one of her injured arms. His hand was like iron claws, and he would not let go when he pinched it. A long piece had already been cut. The skin was bleeding again.

When Lan Weiwei was in pain, her whole body seemed to be concentrated on her arm, shouting: Yu, Yu.

It seems that only by calling his name can the pain in my body dissipate.

When Yu turned around and saw Lan Weiwei's arm, she felt that Yu was a little angry, but she didn't understand, she was really in pain, and bursts of golden light flashed above her head.

Shen Mingquan choked her neck, his voice was like a devil in hell, he was in control of Lan Weiwei's life and death at this moment.

"Pay, or not."

Yu stopped, and the hand holding the bronze medal seemed to be about to be crushed.

The tree outside, when the lightning flashed and thundered in the sky, its thick branches and leaves swayed, the thunder was loud, and the lightning was like a series of terrifying sharp blades, piercing the huge Li mountain.

Gradually, Lan Weiwei's thoughts stopped, and Shen Mingquan let go of his neck, because Yu handed over the bronze medal.

When he took the two bronze medals into his hands, his whole body was freed from the hostility and gradually became smoother.And Shen Mingquan seemed to have forgotten their existence, and walked directly to the white tree in the small yard outside.

The tree still looks like it will never wither, standing silently in the center of the yard, exuding a pure white light, not dazzling, but extremely weird.

Shen Mingquan hugged the mountain temple, hung two bronze plaques on the top of the mountain temple, and gently knelt down in front of the white tree.

"The No. 16 grandson of the Shen family, Shen Mingquan worships the ancestor, the mountain god."

Lan Weiwei was so shocked that she forgot to cover the blood on her arm. Shen Mingquan was actually a descendant of the mountain god, the descendant of the man who smelled like a plum blossom. She felt extremely sad, but she couldn't say it out.

It took too long to wait, but the milky white tree remained unmoved, and the scene was somewhat depressed.The thunder in the sky also stopped, and it was still dark, as if it was foretelling something, a piece of darkness was floating up and down, and Lan Weiwei couldn't understand it.

A gust of wind blew by.

Shen Mingquan still shouted loudly: "The No. 16 grandson of the Shen family, Shen Mingquan worships the ancestor, the mountain god."

This time there was finally an echo, but it was a voice from the top of the tree. It was cold and without warmth, and it was just a voice of contempt for all mortals.

"Tsk, I don't know if you want to sacrifice to the Lord Mountain God?"

"who are you?"

"Tsk tsk, I don't even know who I am, yet I dare to come to pay my respects to the mountain god, the Shen family is really inferior to the next generation."

After finishing speaking, his strangely shining red eyes looked at Lan Weiwei, and Lan Weiwei almost jumped up in shock. She remembered where all those red lights along the way came from.

But his appearance has completely changed. The face that was the same as Han Qian's before has become unfamiliar. The pale color of the face, a pair of eyes with red light shining outwards, reflected the sharp chin, and the inexplicable blue and blue trembled.

"You are..." Lan Weiwei murmured as he watched him getting closer.

"Tsk tsk, Xiao Weiwei really doesn't know her?"

This disgusting tone, this vicious name, coupled with those pair of red eyes that flashed again.

"You're the dog."

No, it seems a little wrong, Master Shanshen has a black dog, but that dog is very indifferent to Lan Weiwei, and doesn't talk to her easily, definitely not like this.

"You are the snake."

Lan Weiwei remembered something, and suddenly took a few steps back.She glanced at the silver snake's feet, and she breathed a sigh of relief when they still looked like feet.

"What about the mountain god?"

"Lord Mountain God, your whereabouts are uncertain, how will I know." After speaking, he turned around and continued to face Shen Mingquan.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let the descendants of the Shen family offer sacrifices."

Shen Mingquan knelt down under the white tree with a confused expression: "Sacrifice, what kind of sacrifice are you offering?"

The whole leg of the silver snake was coiled on the tree that was as silvery as his skin, with its pointed chin protruding upwards, condescending, as if looking at the pitiful mortals underground, with a sense of being at ease above.

"Today's time is just right. Every 21 years on the tenth day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar, you call it ten o'clock at night. It happens to be a good time for offering sacrifices. What do you say about offering sacrifices? Didn't you call me here? Decoration? Tell me, what exactly do you want to get this time, do the math, your sacrifice today is probably the last time, and the love of sixteen generations in total should be paid off.”

Shen Mingquan's body trembled a little. These things were definitely beyond his imagination. He roared: "What's the matter? Doesn't it mean that if you see the mountain god, you will be qualified for the next generation of mountain god? This is uploaded by the ancestors. There are fakes, what do I want, what I want is to be a mountain god."

The silver snake leisurely lay on the branch as smooth and tender as a girl, looked at the misty sky above, and said to himself: "That's right, tsk tsk, it's not wrong, but fortunately, your Shen family fell In the end, it is still promising, and after all, there is still a mountain god. What's the matter, it's not bad, but you, look at what kind of ghost you are now, neither dead nor alive, even if you become a mountain god, what can you do. "

Silver Snake's tone was very ordinary, but it was the last straw that broke Shen Mingquan.

His sanity has completely collapsed, and what is more terrifying than the collapse of the faith he has been enshrining. At this moment, the few words of the silver snake have already dealt him a fatal blow.

He growled wildly, like a raging lion.

A sharp voice roared between the sky and the earth, and many strange things came from the dense forest that had just quieted down next to it.When Lan Weiwei looked at the past again, the number had more than tripled.

Yu took the small bag in his hand, found a black bottle that looked like a drift bottle, and handed it to Lan Weiwei.

"What is this?" Lan Weiwei held it heavily in his hand, like some kind of liquid.

(End of this chapter)