C5

"Bam!" Barley punched the ground in anger. Although the bamboo board was unbreakable, the fist power was like an unceasing wave, spreading out in all directions along the floor, shaking the entire tower.

The bamboo tube collapsed with a "dong dong dong" sound, breaking apart one after another. The milky white rice wine flowed all over the place, but nothing abnormal happened.

"Only my wine has problems..." He muttered to himself, "Am I possessed as well?"

The Draconians had always been mysterious, living in seclusion in the depths of the Western Wilderness. Every year, when the Sea Serpent City opened on the first day of July, they would appear and trade with other races. Dogs roamed all over the southern wilderness, specializing in mining, crafting, and puppets. Rumor had it that their capital city was a gigantic underground maze. The tiger is always in the northern forest, built by the Ghost Cult. The Sect Leader Yin Jiu You was known as the number one expert of the Wilderness for using the White Tiger Seven Fiends Blade and the Dark Spirit Mysterious Yin Qi to fight throughout the Wilderness without losing.

Ma Hua was the overlord of a hundred thousand mountains in the east. The Ma Hua clan was valiant, and they loved to kidnap women from other clans. They were born with great strength, and could leap as if they were flying. They could use eight or nine moves, the Back Connecting Fist, and the Shadowless Leg to shake the Wilderness.

With the strength of the Witch clan, the Hundred Spirit Mountain could not afford to offend the Ma Hua Tribe.

"Ma Hua has always been vindictive." He panicked and paced back and forth. A few years ago, a small tribe in Green Deer Mountain messed with a horse. In the end, their entire tribe was slaughtered, and even their corpses were eaten alive.

"Grandpa Ge, what are you panicking for?" Barley slapped the table and stood up, saying harshly, "First clean the blood, and don't leave a smell. Ba Lang, go to the kitchen and find out who was the one who put the wine there. Then, go to the nearby Hundred Spirit Mountain and search for traces of a horse breaking into the village. Branch leader, go and interrogate the clansmen. If anyone has ever seen a horse before, arrest them first. "

Both of them took care of the blood and left in a hurry. Barre forced a smile at Prince Joe. "I'm sorry I disturbed you. I'll accompany you to look around. What do you think about all the troubles that have occurred in the clan? "

When Prince Joe followed Barre down the bamboo building, he saw that his son was still sitting there, a solitary shadow cast by the sun on the wall, like an old painting that had been covered with dust for years.

Perhaps, by brushing off the dust, one could clearly see the original color of the painting. Prince Qiao gave Ji Zhen a deep look. The youth coincidentally turned his head and locked gazes with him. Then, they moved apart and a similar sharp glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"In this world, there are no ghosts. At the very least, there are no mortals." Prince Qiao followed the winding path of the stream, moving against the current. It was noon, and most of the Witch clan members were lighting fires and cooking. Smoke rose from all directions as it drifted into the green mountain sky.

Barley narrowed his eyes, his gaze as sharp as needles. "Mister, you're saying that Uncle Bao's matter has nothing to do with being possessed or faking his corpse."

Prince Qiao nodded, "In the Great Yan Dynasty, the Cloud Wasteland has a sect called the Zombie Gate. Using secret medicines, they turned the dead into moving zombies that were hard for swords and spears to enter. But it usually takes years for a corpse to become a zombie. It's impossible that Qibao could walk around on the night he died. "

"If it's not a natural disaster, then it's a human doing." Barley's eyes flashed. "Could it be that Uncle Bao's story is fabricated?" He hid Uncle Bao's body first, placed it on the altar, and then made up some lies to scare people off? " The old thing did this because he wanted to use the name of exorcism to take back the power of sacrifice?

"That's a possibility." Prince Qiao said leisurely. Since he was suspected of having a Forbidden Spell, he decided to use Barley's hand to force it on him.

"It's just that —" Prince Joe changed the subject. "There's another possibility."

"Sir, please speak."

"In the middle of the night, the abbot only saw the face of the abbot pressed against the window. "That's all." Prince Joe walked up the hill ahead, broke off a white chrysanthemum, and held it out to Barre.

"If I hide behind his body and lift him to the window, I can only see his face." "You see, although the dead man can't speak, he can still nod."

Barley suddenly said, "After hearing what you just said, there's nothing strange about this matter. Of course, the footprints Uncle Bao left on the ground could also leave behind! However, why would they put Uncle Bao's body on the altar and let his blood dry? "

"Should we set up the nobles' altar at the top of the mountain?" Prince Joe smiled and climbed the hill. On both sides of the small road to the south, the Shamans cleared up a large number of terraces. It was as if they were spreading out layers upon layers of blue fans that went all the way to the top of the mountain.

"I should go to the altar and take a look." For a moment Barre thought it was more like a trick. Other than him, who else in the clan would have the guts to go against him?

Along the way, the rumbling of water gradually grew louder. The waterfall from the peak of the mountain came crashing down, crashing into the snow and splashing the jade, water vapor billowing out. On the other side of the waterfall stood the altar of the Witch Clan.

Below the circular altar, mottled mountain rocks were piled up like cold and inviolable giants. The ancient aura pressed down upon the waterfall, causing it to bend forward and droop down.

Prince Joe came closer and examined it. The bottom of the altar, the east, south, west, and north four corners, each supporting pillars, carved birds and animals, flowers, grass, fish and insects. On the square platform, there was a spell symbol carved on the corner of the platform. In the middle of the seat, there was a piece of flat, pale beast bone, which seemed to be where the Maguspriest had come from.

Prince Qiao looked at it for a while, then slowly said, "Let go of the treasure's blood, perhaps to sacrifice the heavens." Isn't there a kind of blood sacrifice in the oldest sacrificial rites of the nobility? "

Barley shook his head. "Only those who live to sacrifice their blood will be able to do so."

"Must he live?"

"It must be alive. This is the rule of the ancestors."

Prince Joe stared at the pale bones, frowning thoughtfully. The matter of the Witch Clan began with a blood sacrifice and was pushed forward step by step as if they were following some kind of mysterious primitive ritual.

He raised his head. The mountain peak was like the wind, howling as it blew past the altar. It was as if the cries of a ghost could be heard all around. If the Witch Clan sacrificed to the heavens, not only would they kill the cattle and sheep, they would also use the captured enemies and the people who committed mortal crimes as sacrifices.

"None of us know anything about blood sacrifices." A scornful look flashed across Barley's eyes, "Don't just look at him as a Maguspriest, he doesn't have any other abilities besides picking some herbs and curing a minor ailment, singing the words of sacrifice and dancing the witch dance."

Prince Qiao Ruo said with a profound meaning, "That may not be so. Some people were useless on the surface, but they hid it deep in their bones. The current ruler of the Great Yan Dynasty, Murong Guan, pretended to be foolish when he was young and lied to powerful officials before ascending the throne. "

Barley shuddered slightly. "Could it be that he was pretending to be old and useless, but was actually hiding something?"

Prince Qiao's expression froze. He had originally wanted to direct this calamity to Chong Shou Zhen and figure out the true nature of this youth. In this way, the whereabouts of the Forbidden Spell will be determined by using Barre's dual control of the branch and the branch.

Unexpectedly, Barley thought of something else.

"To do something in the pigsty, to get rid of the hunters, to drown a person in the dung pit... The supporting branch has the ability to do so. " Barley had always been a bit wary of being on the defensive, but now that he thought about it more and more, his killing intent couldn't help but leak out. This old thing is intentionally causing trouble so that I won't be able to sit in the position of the Patriarch!

"One person can't do these things." Prince Qiao muttered to himself.

There were still a few people under the old thing's control. "" Barley sneered. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly felt that something was amiss. " That's not right. Even if they wanted to cause trouble, they wouldn't get blood from a horse! Isn't this asking for trouble? "

Prince Qiao's heart skipped a beat. How could that cup of wine containing Ma Hua Xue have been overturned by a single Hunter?

Both of them had their own doubts as they wandered around the altar. After a long time, seeing dusk, the two of them finally descended the mountain.

"No matter who did it, I will investigate it thoroughly." Barley cupped his fists towards Prince Qiao, "Sir, you are knowledgeable and your Taoism is amazing. You must help me."

"Due diligence. I only hope that Patriarch will allow me to walk around as I please. "

"Good!" I immediately ordered my people to do as you ask, no matter what you ask. Mister's words are my, Barley's, orders! "

Prince Qiao smiled. As the two of them reached the mountainside, they suddenly realized that the stream below them was filled with people.

Barley's heart trembled. He quickened his steps and hurried over.

"Lord Sacrifice is here, Lord Sacrifice is here!" The clansmen all shouted and made way. Their faces were all filled with fear.

The stream gurgled, its color blood-red. A corpse that looked like an ape, yet like a human. Its eyes were round, and it was lying on its back in the stream!