"Well...then what?" Qin He asked casually.

"Do you know who Commander Ma is?" The spirit sacrificer opened his fierce eyes and asked.

"who?"

"There are ten great yin commanders in the underworld, and two of them are the Ox and Horse Commanders. The Ox Commander and the Horse Commander, the two gods are connected by the same spirit. If you offend one, you offend both."

"I admit that you are strong, but you are definitely not strong enough to fight against God. Boy, you made a miscalculation. You should not have signed up for yourself. In this case, you can live for at least a few more days." Sacrifice Spirit stared at you intently.

Across the Qin River.

However, it was still disappointed. Qin He's face was calm and showed no fear or panic. He still looked indifferent. With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the peach wood broke into pieces and was stuffed into the crematorium.

"You...are you listening to me?" The sacrificial spirit was a little angry.

"I'm listening, just say what you want to say, I won't have a chance for a while." Qin He said seriously.

"Let this matter go for now." The priest became excited and shouted, "Do you know who you have offended?"

"Commander Ma."

"Then do you know who Commander Ma is?"

"Top ten handsome men." Qin He took it for granted.

Sacrifice to the spirit: "..."

"It will be extinguished soon. You'd better save some energy. Why are you wasting so much talk?" At this time, the big bastard stretched his neck and came over.

The face of the sacrifice spirit, which had become blurred, started to struggle, and he felt more and more unhappy. Finally, his tone softened and he said: "Well... can we discuss the matter of burning me again?"

"No." Qin He shook his head very firmly.

"Keep me here, you will definitely make a profit. I am willing to sign a ghost servant contract and be a slave forever, and I can help you resist the revenge of the underworld." The sacrifice spirit became excited again.

Regardless of whether it is a human or a ghost, once you start begging for mercy, the courage you have stored in your heart will be released instantly like a ball being pricked by a needle.

"Really, I have dealt with many evil spirits in the underworld."

"Keep me, I will be useful to you!"

Sacrifices to the spirits were continued.

As a result, Qin He just pondered for a moment and shook his head: "No!"

The sacrificial spirit almost collapsed, "Why, what good will destroying me do to you?"

"There are a lot of benefits. I can't tell you. In the next life... uh, I'm sorry, it seems you don't have a next life." Qin He paused for a moment, but the torch sent by the big bastard ignited the stove.

With a "bang" sound, the coals poured with kerosene ignited instantly, and the layer of peach wood that burned onto the coals instantly emitted green fire and smoke.

At this time, something strange happened. The cyan flame quickly ignited the sacrificial spirit, and cyan smoke also emerged.

Then, the flames of the ghostly body of the spirit sacrificer were seen slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing, and then suddenly dissipating into countless cyan star points, and then completely disappearing in an instant.

The spirit sacrifice that stirred up the turmoil in the Eastern Land has finally concluded.

Then comes the exciting moment.

Qin He was not disappointed.

The water ripples dispersed, the gray-white curtain slowly dropped, the sound of wooden bangs penetrated the dim light, and the shadow puppet performance seemed both illusion and reality.

Qin He saw the life of worshiping spirits.

The sacrificial spirit is a ghost, right from the beginning. It is not transformed by a ghost, but by a hundred years of resentment and hostility condensed on an altar.

When the Rong tribe invaded the Eastern Territory, there was a tribe called Guifang, which worshiped ghosts and gods as their totems. It was very powerful. It accompanied Hua Muzhen on his expeditions to the north and south, and made great achievements in battle. He also fought against the Western Divine Cult, and was not weak in defeat.

However, this tribe has a horrifying custom: human sacrifice.

No matter what happens, whether it is a happy event or a festival, you must worship the ghosts and gods, and the tribute to the ghosts and gods is a living person.

The Rong people have ruled the Middle Earth for more than a hundred years, and they have been killing people at that altar for more than a hundred years. I don't know how many people have died. As time goes by, violence and resentment are intertwined, and a spiritual wisdom is slowly born.
Chapter completed!