Chapter 424 Ouija Drum

Although Song Jiang understood what the mute ghost wanted him to do for help, he couldn't figure out why he came to him. Or was it the same as whoever he was looking for at the time, but he happened to be on duty at the time? Or someone told him

Is there anyone in the library who can help him?

In the last few years of his life, the mute ghost lived a relatively stable life. He was only responsible for helping the high priest wipe the ritual instruments used for sacrifices every day. Among them, he particularly liked the psychic drum played by the saint, so he was careful every time he wiped it.

, as if it is alive, and it will hurt if you exert more force...

Such a comfortable life made the mute ghost give up the idea of ​​escaping here with his sister for a while, thinking that as long as he could reunite with his sister, life would be the same anywhere... But it turned out that he was too naive.

All the changes happened at the annual God Sacrifice Conference. That morning, the high priest called the mute ghost to his side, made him drink a bowl of strange soup, and then told him sternly that he was about to meet his sister...

After hearing this, the mute ghost was overjoyed, thinking that he could really see his sister who had been separated for many years. He even began to long for the scene of living with his sister. But what he didn't expect was that after a while, he felt top-heavy and his limbs were light.

Weak, the body doesn't obey orders.

The mute ghost looked at the high priest in panic, trying to get an answer from him, but the other party didn't even look at him. He just ordered the attendants on the side in a cold voice, "Let the tattoo artist get ready, and the ceremony can officially begin..."

The mute ghost watched helplessly as several people came up to remove the clothes on his body, and then a bearded old man used a silver needle dipped in paint to start tattooing on his back. Although the mute ghost's body could not move, he could clearly understand

Feel the sting of the silver needle piercing the skin.

Song Jiang knew in his heart that he should tattoo the totem of the evil god on the mute ghost first, and then peel it off and make it into a human skin totem. Although his reason told Song Jiang to hurry up and silently recite the secret code he had agreed with Meng Zhe, otherwise he would

He was about to suffer the pain of being skinned together with the mute ghost. But he still wanted to wait and see why the high priest said that the mute ghost was about to meet his sister? Could it be that the woman named Mei Duo was dead?!

While Song Jiang was hesitating, the skinning ceremony officially began...

If there are levels of pain in the human body, skinning should be the ceiling of torture. Song Jiang has never felt such pain. Although he knew that all this was the mute ghost's experience and not his own, he could still clearly feel the skin tearing.

The pain of cracking.

The severe pain caused Song Jiang's consciousness to go blank for an instant. Not to mention silently reciting the "coffee milk" agreed with Meng Zhe, he was almost confused about who he was and where he was.

The entire skinning process is very long and is performed by the high priest himself...

The mute ghost couldn't figure out why the high priest did this to him. The severe pain caused the capillaries in his eyes to rupture, and bloody tears were slowly flowing down from the corners of his eyes. His body couldn't bear the pain.

He kept twitching like a dying fish, unable to resist at all.

When the high priest finally peeled off the entire totem image from the mute ghost, he actually said to the mute ghost with a smile on his face, "It is your honor to be the carrier of communication between the gods and the world... and it is also your whole family's honor.

It is an honor. I will tell the leader that your whole family will be completely freed from slavery and offer sacrifices to the gods with their noble status. The herbs in the past few years have indeed not been in vain. Only such strong and elastic skin can show the gods.

His dignity."

At this time, the mute ghost was already in too much pain to think. When he finally died, he finally understood what the high priest meant. It turned out that he was being sacrificed to the gods. It turned out that the high priest had been lying to him from the beginning...

As the mute ghost closed his eyes unwillingly, the world fell into darkness... Song Jiang thought that his memory would end here, but unexpectedly, a strange drum sound suddenly came from his ears.

There was a sound, and then a scene of a girl playing a drum appeared in front of Song Jiang's eyes.

This should be another new generation of saints, because she still looks like she is only thirteen or fourteen years old. This can't help but make Song Jiang feel cold in his heart. If all saints only use girls of this age group, then those before

Where did the grown-up saint go?!

With the graceful dancing posture of the saint and the regular drumbeats, the totem image was hung high. As the theosophical drum vibrated one after another, the totem on the totem image seemed to be really alive...

At the same time, the high priest on the altar began to become crazy. He looked at the totem statue with excitement and said, "The gods have come to earth to protect my tribe's immortality!"

At this point, the sacrifice reached its climax, and all the tribesmen cheered and shouted like the high priest, "Protect my tribe to live forever! Protect my tribe to live forever!" Only then did Song Jiang realize that he dared to love this high priest.

I want to summon that so-called god!

As the drum beat became more and more urgent, a scaly gray claw actually stretched out from the totem statue. Song Jiang thought to himself, what kind of god is this? This is obviously a monster?!

When the matter reached this point, the claws of the "god" stretched out from the painting. Logically speaking, it should be considered a success. Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the saint who was playing the drum suddenly spat out blood, and then

He fell to the ground and died.

Things happened so fast that no one present, including the high priest, knew what was going on. But one thing is certain, that is, after the saint died, no one would beat the drum, and as soon as the drum stopped, the

The claws that had been extended were instantly pulled back into the totem image.

At this point, all the memories of the mute ghost end...

After Song Jiang regained consciousness from his own body, he couldn't calm down for a long time. On the one hand, it was because he suffered the torture of being skinned by a mute ghost before he died, and on the other hand, he was confused by the final failure of the sacrificial activity.

Seeing that Song Jiang was a little distracted, Meng Zhe thought that his consciousness had not returned yet, so he patted his cheek hard and said, "Song Jiang?! Wake up Song Jiang!"

Song Jiang came to his senses instantly after being photographed, and then said in a confused manner, "Why didn't it succeed?"

Meng Zhe was confused when asked, "What failed? What did you see?!"

"I know what the mute ghost wants me to do..." Song Jiang said in a daze.

Today's update... I have resisted the high fever, and now I have a cough. It is so uncomfortable that I feel like my lungs are about to be coughed out, so everyone should take care of themselves. I am not a sheep if I can, and besides, people's bodies are different.

, others seem to have no symptoms, but here I have wasted half my life. Tomorrow is New Year's Day, I wish everyone a happy New Year! This year's New Year's Day is destined to be a different New Year's Day, and I did not expect that I could go from 2022 to 2023.

.Bring sheep to celebrate the New Year.
Chapter completed!