CH 232

When he discovered that these dead sheep might have been transformed humans, Li Huowang was completely shocked.

But after the shock, a new question arose in Li Huowang's mind.

"What exactly are they worshipping? Who exactly are they?" These two questions kept circling in Li Huowang's mind.

It was now very necessary for him to figure out these two questions. If this cult was still in the depths of the cave, he needed to consider whether he should continue to take the risk and go further.

Risking it for Black Tai Sui was worth it, but not worth dying for.

After learning this, Sun Baolu spoke up, "Senior Brother Li, something's not right. Look at the way the sheep, cows, and pig heads are arranged in the dish. They're arranged upside down. These offerings are for the dead sheep."

"They're not worshipping... a deity? They're worshipping these sheep?"

Li Huowang stood next to him, frowning, constantly switching between the offerings and the dead sheep.

"Is it... for the Sheep God? Gouwa, is there a Sheep God in Qingqiu?" asked Sun Baolu.

"Sheep are livestock. Why should we worship livestock as gods? Qingqiu doesn't have this custom."

When he heard this, various forces he had experienced quickly flashed through Li Huowang's mind.

The licentious Buddha of Zhengde Temple, the suffering Bahuo of Ao Jingjiao, and the rotten Bodhisattva of An Ci An.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck his mind, and the words in his heart blurted out.

"I understand now. They're not worshipping these sheep. These sheep are just props they need to make the object of worship appear. They're worshipping death itself by sacrificing these sheep!"

"What?" It was obvious that the others did not understand what Li Huowang was trying to say.

They didn't understand, but Li Huowang did.

He stood on top of the giant cauldron, looking down at the dead sheep below.

Some entities had driven hundreds and thousands of people here, and then turned them into sheep.

Some unsuccessful ones were abandoned to the side, while successful ones were gathered together and killed at the same time.

And the moment these sheep died was the beginning of their worship. They weren't worshipping the sheep, but worshipping death itself.

As he sorted out these details one by one, he felt that he now completely understood the behavior logic of these entities.

Underneath Qingqiu, there wasn't just a bunch of miscellaneous evil spirits, but also a religion that worshipped death!

What's even more absurd is that Li Huowang didn't even know whether the thing that believed in this religion was a human or something else.

From his previous experiences, since they worshipped death, these things must have some kind of ability related to death. This was just a simple association, but Li Huowang knew how dangerous they were.

When he fully understood what this represented, Li Huowang became nervous and looked at the others around him.

"Go, you guys go out first. This is no longer just a problem with evil spirits!"After speaking, Li Huowang led the others outside, but just as they had taken a few steps, the sound of wood being knocked suddenly rang out.

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Li Huowang, startled, quickly grasped the hilt of his sword and looked around the darkness.

The knocking sound of the wood carried a certain melody and echoed from all directions. The overlapping echoes made Li Huowang completely unaware of where it was coming from.

Unable to distinguish where the enemy was, Li Huowang did not dare to rashly charge forward, afraid of colliding with the enemy.

Li Huowang gritted his teeth, his ears constantly twitching, using all his energy to distinguish the direction of the sound.

As the sound got closer and closer, Li Huowang's sharp hearing finally came in handy, and he heard the direction of the sound.

"Found it! It's... up there!"

Li Huowang quickly looked up at the dark top and directly threw the fluorite in his hand towards the direction of the sound.

As the fluorite firmly wedged itself between the top rock crevices, a face larger than a round table suddenly appeared in front of them, illuminated by the green fluorescent light.

It was a man's face with extremely flat features. He had a pale complexion, a wide-open mouth, and two red and white pupils the size of lamp holes staring down at Li Huowang.

There were no limbs or torso behind the man's neck, only a long tube-like body resembling a caterpillar, supported by small hands that propped up the white tube body.

Li Huowang also found the source of the continuous knocking sound, which came from inside his long tube body.

His strange voice immediately reminded Li Huowang of what he saw at Woman Mountain.

"Is this the lion dance of the Lion Dance Palace? No, it's not a lion dance! There's no lion head, just a flat dead man's face?!"

"Is it them? Did they create the grand sacrificial ceremony just now? Aren't they the Lion Dance Palace, but the Dance of Death Palace?"

However, no matter what it was, Li Huowang couldn't just ignore the large mass hanging on the rock above. He decided to make contact and try.

After careful consideration, Li Huowang slowly spoke, "Greetings to the masters of the Lion Dance Palace, I am Xuan Yang. I did not intend to offend this sacred place during my journey. There is a reason for my visit."

In the blink of an eye, Li Huowang immediately found a new reason.

"I need a Black Tai Sui as a medicine guide for my alchemy. I heard that this sacred place has one. If the masters can help me find one, I will be greatly grateful!"

Regardless of how he would express his gratitude later, Li Huowang had already said it. Now, it was up to the other party to respond.

But unexpectedly, the lion dance just hung upside down on the top without saying anything or showing any indication, as if it were a stone lion hanging there."What does the other party mean? Is it because all lion dancers are from Qingqiu, so they can't understand what I'm saying?"

Thinking of this, Li Huowang turned his head and instructed Sun Baolu to say it again in Qingqiu language.

Just as Sun Baolu was speaking, Li Huowang suddenly felt tense all over his body, sensing danger, he instinctively wanted to pounce to the left.

But it was already too late to move at this time. He just felt a pain in his back, and his body was heavily hit and flew out by a huge force.

"I was ambushed. The lion on top is a bait!"

Realizing all this, Li Huowang crashed heavily in the darkness. When he climbed up again and touched his body with his hand, he found that he had not been injured.

"What...what's going on?" Li Huowang reached behind himself again, and when his fingers touched the "Dachian Record" under his skin, he realized that the "Dachian Record" had just blocked him.

Although the process of embedding the "Dachian Record" under the skin was very painful, he now had an extra layer of thick armor on his back.

Li Huowang was happy in his heart, but it quickly disappeared. He didn't have time to deal with this now. He quickly leaned on his crutches and rushed over there.

He saw the thing that ambushed him, which was also another lion dancer. The only difference from the lion dancer on the ceiling was its flat face, which was a blood-red mouthed black-eyed woman!