Burning incense and playing the piano at night, the quiet rhythm of Yao River is accompanied by green lanterns
A few people were quickly led by the Guli tribe to the outside of the tribe. The neatly fenced courtyards and stone houses were arranged in neat rows like handicrafts. The Guli tribesmen were working hard in the fields, just like life in the world.
It’s just that they are different from mortals
Their bodies are somewhat different, and they all drag a long tail. The life here is still in the Paleolithic Age, and the tools used are all stone tools or bone tools that have been processed in the simplest way. The clothes are mostly made of seasonal leaves.
Or the whole hide.
Seeing strangers coming here, many people stopped what they were doing and looked inside. A few people came up to greet them warmly, entertained the guests with seasonal fruits, and welcomed Songwan and the others into the reception room.
"The patriarch wants to see you." A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old shyly lowered his head and said. This was the first time he saw an outsider. The gorgeous clothes and decorations, and the elegant and noble conversation all impressed him.
"Clan leader? Take us there." Song Wan tried to calm down as much as possible.
"The clan leader is a human being just like you. I don't know why our clan leader is a human, but he is the most prestigious person in our clan, and we don't know how long he has been around. Our ancestors have been living since then.
In our clan." The boy said shyly, "My name is Yao Zheng, and they all call me Xiao Yao."
"Master Patriarch, several guests have arrived." The boy knelt on his knees, his whole body lying on the ground, showing the greatest piety.
"Distinguished guests, please come in..." A young man with a dignified appearance let a few people into the room. This man has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is considered very beautiful among humans. Yes, he is beautiful, although he is not so beautiful.
Women are jealous, but there is so much heroism in their handsomeness that makes people feel that they are not demonic.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, with a table, a chair, and a futon. On the east wall hangs a portrait of Fuxi burning incense and playing the piano.
"Are you someone from outside?" Songwan asked in the language of the Guli tribe. There was no one else here but this young man, so he must be the patriarch who is revered as a god by the Guli tribe.
"Yes." The man's eyes swept over Song Wan and others one by one, only stopping for a moment. It was just right to observe everyone carefully without making people feel rude.
"You, when did you come here?" Song Wan did not expect that what the man said after observing several people would be the common language of the mortal world outside.
"I don't remember either. You can come here and see that the seal of the Extreme Yin Land has been opened again, another massacre..." The man sighed and shook his head, his tone full of vicissitudes of life.
"Listen to what you said, this place will be opened every few years?" Song Wan was a little surprised. It turns out that this place does not always exist under the eyes of the world, but only appears every once in a while.
"Well, this place has been sealed and transformed by ancient capable people. Otherwise, it will bring a huge threat to the world. However, it will be opened every two thousand years. Every time it is opened, there will be a fight between you and me, life and death.
, I'm used to it, but I still can't bear it. The activation duration is one year.
If something happens to you, you'd better hurry up, it seems there are still a month or two before this closure." The man sighed quietly.
Song Wan looked out the window, thoughtfully, and played the guqin on the table. The melody of the guqin was long and graceful. At a glance, she knew it was a fine guqin handed down from ancient times.
"Yao Xi Gu Qin, haha, you are hiding something good." Ruan Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh when he saw the man's Qin.
"Yaoxi?" Song Wan looked at the man in surprise. Yaoxi Guqin is an artifact of the God Realm. Although she didn't know much about Qin, she was worth a Yaoxi Guqin. The man in front of her only had the cultivation level of the Immortal Lord, but he was sitting there.
Possessing the ancient artifact forced Songwan to re-examine the person in front of her.
"Yaoxi Guqin? This Guqin is called Yaoxi, how do you recognize it?" The man was obviously stunned for a moment.
"Where did this Qin come from?" Ruan Qingfeng asked with squinted eyes. He did not believe that the person in front of him was qualified to inherit the Yaoxi Guqin.
"It was given by a friend. He only said that the harp was called Yaoxi, but did not say its origin or value. But now it seems that I have let the pearl fall into dust." The man stroked the Yaoxi guqin under his hand.
"Hehe, it's worth killing someone for this guqin..." Ruan Qingfeng glanced at the man in front of him.
"You won't..." The man calmly showed a smile on his face.
"Well, this piano is of no use to me. My granddaughter is not a writer. Speaking of which, it is really useless for me to have this. This thing is a divine instrument, something from the Bichi Divine Realm of the ancient gods.
, it will be a trouble to get it in hand, it seems that the Bichi Divine Realm is not immune..." Ruan Qingfeng sighed.
"Grandpa, Bichi Divine Realm may have offended someone, and it was wiped out before. Otherwise, you don't have to think too much about how this artifact would be intact." Song Wan naturally knew that Ruan Qingfeng was worried about his own body.
and family.
"I don't know its origin, and I'm not interested in knowing. What is your purpose here?" The man's attitude suddenly turned cold.
"In order to find someone, a few months ago, my master was framed and entered the restricted area by mistake. After many searches, it was found that I might be here, so we came. But before we came, we saw the terrain outside clearly.
I wonder what kind of place this place is, where a place that is supposed to be barren of grass is actually full of life, and there are still people living there." Song Wan looked into the man's eyes and said seriously, both as a reply and as a question.
"I don't know exactly what kind of existence this place is. I practice slowly. I was a little immortal ten thousand years ago. At that time, I came here by chance and met my friends. This is his hometown and also theirs.
In this secluded place, the Guli tribe used to have a prosperous population, but then gradually declined, so they settled here. I was entrusted by my friends to protect this ancient tribe." The man had a bitter look on his face.
"Actually, this place is quite good for cultivation. I entered the country very quickly, but suddenly I don't know what happened ten thousand years ago. There was a big earthquake here. Many things have changed. The whole place has become a dead place. The death energy is everywhere
There are more and more people gathering here, and it gradually affects their lives, but they don't want to leave their hometown, so I can only try my best to change this place." The man said, without stopping, plucking the strings.
.
"After thousands of years of hard work, this place has finally changed. Perhaps it can be said that the environment here has changed the living habits of the Guli people.
However, since then, the Guli tribe began to experience a strange phenomenon. The things they once revered as gods abandoned them, or treated them as sacrifices.
Originally, there would be a sacrifice once every ten years, but then more than ten or twenty people died every year because of it. Gradually, people in the tribe said that their gods and ancestors had abandoned them." When the man said this, everyone had already roughly guessed.
Come to the origin of those corpses in the cold pool.
"Those corpses were used as a nutritional supply by their gods. They were like parasites that began to appear in the bodies of men, gradually sucking out their vitality. Later, they began to appear in the bodies of the elderly, women and children, and they began to no longer persist.
That is their god, I have been looking for a solution, and I found,
Even if I kill those people, the things in their bodies will still grow and find another host. Its vitality before it takes shape is beyond my imagination. I can't kill them at all. I can only wait for them to mature, but after they mature, they
He will run away, and he will not sit still and wait for death when he senses danger." The man smiled bitterly.
"There is a kind of raw glue in the world. As long as you apply it on anything, you can keep it fresh. After the glue solidifies, everything will remain the same unless someone breaks the layer of glue.
Because I have been in this world for thousands of years, I have roughly understood the laws of time and space in this world. I first used the laws of time and space to control the thing, and then sealed it with original glue.
After the glue dries, it will be what you see. Because the cold lake is always cold and cold, it is the best place to preserve things, so I put all those things there.
I don't know how long the life of that thing is, but human life is not eternal after all. During the long years of storage, the hosts gradually lost their lives, but the parasites survived." The man sighed.
"This can be regarded as my failure. I was entrusted by my friend and failed to take good care of his people." The man looked a little lonely in his eyes.
"No, those people we saw clearly have feet and legs, but the people here have snake bodies." A flash of purple flashed across Song Wan's eyes.
"Well, it is true that the people here have snake bodies, but what you don't know is that at that time, human bodies were popular here, and they were not without legs. Their snake tails were their legs, but their bones were fragile.
, can't even be used for walking, can only crawl, so those
The legs of the people in the cold pool appear twisted." The man's explanation finally made Song Wan and others feel relieved. A person who owns Yaoxi Guqin and is exposed to Guqin does not need to lie to them about this kind of thing, because Guqin is
If there is a weapon spirit, how can the weapon spirit of an ancient artifact not be able to distinguish between good and bad people?
"So there is no such thing in the clan now?" Song Wan was a little bit silent. Thinking of the terrifying appearance of that thing, Song Wan's hair stood on end.
"There are no more, but this is not a place for long-term survival. After the seal is opened, those things will soon find opportunities to break out. My seal will not be closed for long." The man said melancholy.