Looking at the numb crowd in front of him, Zhang Tie couldn't help but be stunned.
"Damn it, are these people stupid?"
Get close enough.
He could smell the strong rotten smell of these ascetics.
That's the smell that comes from wounds that are constantly tearing, healing, and festering.
It smells like zombies.
Small stones were embedded in the wound, and the flesh and blood were covered with pus.
The wounds on many people's bodies were so festering that one could see the bones. Some of them were swaying and their faces were unnaturally red.
It seems to be inflammation and infection, causing high fever.
I don’t know how painful it is.
They ignored the sharp ground beneath them and continued to rub it bit by bit with their bodies.
In the team, Xiong Hanzi even saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child with unkempt hair.
The child's right foot was twisted like a twist and was held behind his back.
Standing on one leg, holding a branch picked up from somewhere in his hand to support his skinny body.
But despite this, he still made the gesture of kneeling down with no expression on his face.
Even though he fell down every time he stood up, he still staggered and refused to take any less "steps".
"Doesn't this hurt!? Damn it, these people are crazy!?"
"What the hell are they doing!?"
Never seen such a scene.
To Xiong Hanzi, these people are just like zombies and have no feeling of being alive at all.
Stand to one side and observe for a while.
"Cultivation...refining?"
"Or do you mean to hone yourself?"
Lin An frowned slightly and suddenly remembered the worshipers in the real world.
so similar.
The group of ascetics in front of me look very much like the Tibetan people who worship in Tibet.
Kneeling three times and prostrating nine times, it took several years to make a pilgrimage to the temple step by step.
Even if he dies on the way to worship, he will still continue to worship sincerely even if he squanders all his wealth.

Chapter completed!