"So this is what 'almost' means?" Deep in the sacrifice ground, Yin Nian also listened to the cat ancestor's explanation.
"Then why didn't these people react at all?" Yin Nian clicked his tongue in surprise, "They looked like they were dead."
"It's no different from death. In fact, there is no 'almost'. If you can't do it, you can't do it. There are thousands of ways in the world, and it doesn't mean that those who can't get the inheritance will definitely not be able to become a true god."
"Well, who is that? He didn't want to inherit it at that time..." The Cat God's voice was so low that only he could hear it.
And Yin Nian was attracted by something else next to him.
He turned around and walked over, "What are those?"
Yin Nian pointed to a pile of coffins that were either covered or empty.
Every coffin is different.
Some coffins are painted in delicate girlish pink, some are completely black, and some are extremely complicated, with carved dragons and painted phoenixes.
"What about these?" Cat Ancestor became excited again, "Those who are qualified to be allowed in to accept the test must prepare a coffin for themselves first. This is an old rule. After all, not many people get out alive, and those who are not
It only takes a little while, but if you stay for a long time, you will easily go crazy. If you go completely crazy, you will be killed by the teachers and put directly in the coffin."
"Come on."
The cat ancestor enthusiastically asked Yin Nian to walk to the girl's pink coffin that he had seen at a glance before, "This is the coffin I made when I came in before."
"You don't even have to do it yourself now!"
The cat ancestor looked proud, wishing he could run out and slap the coffin all over the place, "I made the decision, you can use this!"
"You don't have to make it again, this one is for you!"
Yin Nian: "..." Bad luck!
She was about to roll her eyes.
His eyes turned and fell on a huge black coffin next to it, occupying almost as much space as three coffins in someone's home. There were no patterns on the black coffin.
But Yin Nian touched the texture of the coffin.
Serve warm, not cold.
The appearance is also grand and looks very good.
Yin Nian's eyes were heavy.
…
Yuan Xinsui was almost going crazy at this moment.
At the end, he only heard the spirit of the secret realm shouting at the top of his lungs that Yin Nian was about to die.
But no matter how much spiritual power he injected later, the spirit of the secret realm didn't answer him a word.
It all made Yuan Xinsui wonder if he had deliberately deceived him about his spiritual power.
If the spirit of the secret realm knew it, he would definitely cry out for injustice. The previous bombing directly caused the spirit of the secret realm to faint temporarily. Yin Nian's mental strength was damaged. Yin Nian was used to it, but he was not used to it!
It finally got better later, and I followed Yin Nian into the lair of those skeletons.
That place!
No sound could be heard, and all spiritual power was blocked inside. How could he answer Yuan Xin Sui?
Unexpectedly, the last thing he yelled out was another worrying word.
If Yuan Xinsui hadn't relied on his last bit of mental energy to share that tiny feeling, which made him sure that Yin Nian was at least alive, he might have gone crazy right now.
But just because he's not dead doesn't mean he's not hurt.
For the spirit of the secret realm to shout such words, it must be a very dangerous moment.
Yuan Xin's broken bones were all cold, and even though the sun was falling on him, it seemed like layers of frost and snow were covering him.
Unbeknownst to anyone, those eyes surrounded by broken ice were trembling violently the moment he lowered his head.
Those outside didn't know the worry that was about to burst out of his heart.
When the Scorpion Goddess saw that her life lamp was extinguished, it was not too much.
She even talked to him in a very good mood, "Hey, Yuan Xin Sui, among us, you are the younger and the only one with good talent, and you are the only one who has entered that sacrificial place."
In fact, not all of them, the people who call the shots in the four districts, have ever entered the sacrificial grounds.
But it’s not just land worship that has opportunities.
For example, the head of the Mu family, the head of the Feng family, is actually quite old. By the time they knew that they could get the inheritance from the sacrificial land, they had already become a god king and were not qualified to enter.
Only Yuan Xinsui, who was still a divine general at the time, went in directly.
The Scorpion Goddess raised her eyebrows and smiled softly, saying as if she wanted to kill this boring day: "Why don't you tell us what's going on inside?"
"Is it much dangerous?"
"How many people do you think can get the inheritance today?"
"Which district can bring out the most people alive?"
"I heard that every one of you who goes in has to make a coffin for yourself, right? Such a weird rule, what kind of coffin did you make at that time?"
The Scorpion Goddess twisted her fingers around her hair, making a loud and unpleasant sound, which made Yuan Xin Sui become more and more irritated but she didn't notice it at all.
The countless treasures that Yuan Xinsui sent before gave her the illusion that the East District wanted to form an alliance with her South District, and her relaxed heart was not as vigilant as before.
It wasn't until she wanted to ask a few questions and looked up into Yuan Xinsui's eyes with a smile that she stopped abruptly.
Yuan Xinshan's expression was really terrifying, as if he had stepped into the center of a dark whirlpool, causing all the life in him to be sucked into it bit by bit.
"Don't call me by my name at will."
There was a knife inserted into every word he said, and it would hurt the person's face whenever he opened and closed his mouth.
"Who do you think you are, that you deserve to talk to me?"
The Scorpion Goddess was stunned for a moment, and then her face became visibly gloomy.
…
"Ah~Bashi~" Yin Nian, who was lying on his side and rolled three times, let out a comfortable sigh, "I don't know who can make this coffin. It's so comfortable to lie down on!"
The tip of the ancestor cat's tail stood up.
just now.
Yin Nian Chou rejected her pink coffin, but could not resist the temptation. He first put one of her claws in, then half of his body, and finally got into the empty black coffin.
Yin Nian expressed his sincere emotion: "It's so big, so spacious, and so fragrant."
"Don't you mean it's bad luck? Don't you think I'm cursing you!" The cat ancestor kept grinding his claws and roaring, "How come you're not bad luck facing this black coffin?"
Yin Nian held the coffin, which was warm to the touch, and said sincerely: "I can swim in the water they put in it, but can you do it?"
Cat Ancestor: "..."
Yin Nian pressed her face against the wood, which warmed her heart.
“The person who made this coffin is such a good person~”
"Great good man!"
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.
Yin Nian instantly sat up from the coffin. She turned her head and found that those 'almost' were also bouncing up. They all sat up, opened their eyes and looked at a certain place in the sky.
The space at that place became distorted.
It turned into a door, through which she could clearly see the two big faces confronting each other outside.
"Mu Yang? Feng Qing?" Yin Nian said in surprise.
The two grandsons plopped down in front of the door and knelt down.
Facing the direction of Yin Nian, there are three bang bangs.
Neither of them dared to raise their heads and said respectfully: "Mu Yang of the Mu family and Feng Qing of the Feng family have the courage to come and ask for the grace of the gods."
The voice came over as it was.
Yin Nian subconsciously looked at the skeletons stacking bones.
Who would have thought that they were also looking at Yin Nian.