Song Jiang did not expect that the young man who was talking with him last night was dead, which made him a little at a loss... But even though he felt sorry for the other party, he died, and he could not force his life and death to turn around for his own selfishness?!

Thinking of this, Song Jiang said in a deep voice, "Are you so sure that summoning the true god in the painting can save your son? What if it doesn't work?"

Unexpectedly, Lao Ba said coldly, "You can tell if you can do it or not. If there are too many people who die, you are not the only one... I will tell you the truth. You are not the first one, and you may not be the last one. After the failure of the Dharma Assembly, our tribe has declined from then on, and the tribe members have put all the blame on the high priest. Although he is dead, his family is still alive. For this reason, they are not only driven out of the tribe, but also have to bear the curse brought by the resentment of the sacrifice girls for generations. Even though it has been a thousand years since then, the curse still exists. For those things we have never done before, we have to suffer from illness for generations, and too many people have died! What do you think we have done wrong? We have just inherited the bloodline of the high priest, and we must also bear the sins he committed?!"

Song Jiang couldn't answer this question, although he knew that the descendants of the Great Saint were not wrong, while inheriting his bloodline, they also inherited all the merits and demerits of his life...

There is a word called "Support a wife and son", which means that ancient emperors would give corresponding titles to the wives of heroes, and descendants would also receive hereditary titles... Since people can enjoy the kindness of their ancestors, they will naturally bear their sins. The greater the achievements of their ancestors, the greater the blessings they enjoy in the future, and on the contrary, the deeper the sins they have to bear.

Such a simple truth, even those in their twenties, could be understood, let alone the middle-aged man Lao Bao? It’s just that their family has been cursed for generations, and their thoughts have gradually become paranoid and difficult to train. So no matter how Song Jiang talks, he will not change his original thoughts.

Things have reached this point, and Song Jiang could only sigh and said, "Uncle Lao Bao, I will tell you whether you believe it or not, you will not succeed... Whether it is you or the high priest back then."

"You don't have to say whether you can succeed or not..." Lao Bao said with disdain.

Song Jiang nodded and said, "I really don't have the final say, but someone has the final say... Haven't you noticed that there is one missing person by my side?!"

After hearing Song Jiang's words, Lao Bo remembered that there was indeed one person missing, but he said indifferently, "You can only be alone here, because the altar of sacrifice was set up by the true gods of our tribe. Except for people with the totem portrait and the pure and yin soul, only people from our family can come in. Your friend named Meng Zhe will either die or leave you and run away."

After hearing this, Song Jiang laughed a few times, then shook his head and said, "Uncle Lao Bao, you don't have to sow discord here and create panic. My friend, I know more than you who he is. The reason why I am so sure you won't succeed is largely because of him."

When Lao Ba saw that Song Jiang was still not afraid at this time and his expression was as normal, he couldn't help but be stunned and said, "What do you mean?!"

"What does it mean literally? My friend is not an ordinary person... Otherwise, how could I have the courage to meddle in other people's business?" Song Jiang said with a little smugness in his words.

Pu Mingrui, who was sitting under the altar, sighed slightly at this time. It seemed that all this was his fault? Unexpectedly, Lao Po suddenly seemed to notice something, turned around with surprise, but saw that his son was still closed with his eyes and his face turned blue and leaning against him...

Seeing this, Lao Po shook his head, thinking that it was the illusion that Chenggong was approaching, so he looked at Song Jiang again and said, "It's useless to say anything else... Even if that guy named Meng Zhe is capable of, he can't enter the altar. You might as well cooperate with me to complete the sacrificial ceremony."

After hearing this, Song Jiang asked curiously, "What if I don't cooperate?"

Lao Bao sneered, "If you don't cooperate, you will suffer a little...but the final result is the same."

After hearing this, Song Jiang nodded and said, "Okay... Since that's the case, can you answer me a question first? Let me be a wise ghost."

"You ask..." Lao Bao said in a deep voice.

Song Jiang said, "Do you know what you want to summon? What if it can't help you resurrect Mau Mingrui?!"

When Lao Ba heard this, he immediately scolded, "Pay attention to your words... It is the true god of our tribe. How can you, an outsider, insult you?!"

Song Jiang smiled dryly, "I really don't want to insult your true god. As far as I know, this totem image is painted with an ancient evil god named Halovo... Of course, it doesn't matter what it is called. The key is the four words "ancient evil god". Do you understand?"

Lao Bao didn't expect that the little kid in front of him knew a lot, but at this time he had no choice but to worry about any evil god. As long as he could save his son, it didn't matter any god. So he stopped talking nonsense to Song Jiang, and pulled out a short knife and cut his wrist...

Song Jiang's face turned pale after seeing the blood, and he quickly shouted, "Uncle Lao Pu, you are a little unfair about martial ethics, why do you bleed if you disagree?"

After hearing this, Lao Bao said in a deep voice, "What is this? You should be grateful for my kindness... If it were in the past, you would not have been able to die in a hurry."

Song Jiang's scalp tightened when he heard it. Lao Ba's words reminded him of the feeling of a mute ghost being peeled. He simply didn't have a deep wound on his wrist and the blood was just flowing down drop by drop...

At this time, Lao Wu dipped his fingers in the blood on the ground and was graffitiing randomly on the drum surface of the sister drum. The blood was sucked in the moment when it touched the drum surface. What followed was that the drum body began to slowly become bright and gorgeous, just like a brand new drum that had just been made.

Seeing this, Song Jiang was a little panicked. He knew that if he continued like this, he would eventually become a side dish of Halovo. At the same time, Pu Mingrui, who was sitting under the altar, stood up at some point and looked at Lao Bao on the altar without moving...

As the Ajie drum was successfully renovated, Song Jiang heard the crying sounds of the unjust souls again, but unlike before, he heard more sincerely this time, just as those sounds came from the deepest part of his mind.
Chapter completed!