Xie Jin didn't move, he heard the sound of the iron lock turning stopped, and the pitch-black coffin completely appeared in everyone's sight, and with a dull sound, the coffin was kept flush with the white jade brick slab.

The drums and bells also stopped at the same time, and everyone on the field except Grandma Yang remained still. They looked at the eighty-year-old lady in the god's clothes, and watched her slowly approaching the coffin.

The withered and bony fingers gently caressed the lid of the coffin, and Grandma Yang suddenly raised her hands, turned her back to the sky, and uttered a long series of divine words.

The masked youths started beating the scratching drum again, swaying and jumping to the side of the coffin, they performed the ceremony around the coffin, and it took about ten minutes before they stopped at Grandma Yang's gesture.

At this time, Grandma Yang was already prostrate on the ground, and she was in a kneeling posture, kowtowing three times to the dark coffin, and then the coffin lid was lifted by those young people.

The drumbeat continued in an orderly manner again. Grandma Yang propped up her upper half of her body during the music. She was reciting divine words that only she could hear clearly. Xie Jin could see clearly not far away. Sooner, Grandma Yang began to twitch, and even her eyes were rolling white!

The body of the eighty-year-old lady began to twitch uncontrollably, as if a strong electric current passed through her body, and with a high-pitched growl, Grandma Yang fell to the ground in a daze as if she suddenly lost consciousness.

"Ah!" This is the first time Xie Jin saw this kind of ceremony up close, he subconsciously wanted to help, but was stopped by Wen Liang's hand.

"This is asking the gods to come up, and we can't interrupt it halfway." Wen Liang watched it with relish, and he turned his head to look at Ji Duan. The young man frowned, as if he had something on his mind.

The sacrifice continued, and Yang, who fell straight on the ground, suddenly stood up. She turned Byakugan, but the aura of her body seemed to change a person.

On her head, she shouted at the coffin's arm, and Droktada translated under the banner not far away: "Last Ruixiang, Bayi Fuxing, I am a Zhen God, come to listen to your wishes."

Droktada stood not far from them. Her forehead ribbon fluttered with the wind. While the wind blowing the gap between the eyes, Droktada quickly hit Xie Jin.

"Can we go up?" Xie Jin grabbed Ji Duan's shoulders and took him a small step forward. The villagers around him seemed to have no objection. Just as Xie Jin was about to lead Ji Duan to the coffin, a There was a voice of protest.

"Wait."

There was a commotion behind them, Xie Jin and Ji Duan turned their heads at the same time, Zhao Dong led Zhao Guangsheng, who was shivering, and walked to them, "Didn't you hear what the real god said just now?"

Zhao Dong's old face smiled like a piece of cracked paper. He raised his crutch and poked the muddy end at Xie Jin's unexplained chest, "Badong Fuxing is about the wishes of our Badong people. , What’s going on with you outsiders standing up?”

There was no reason to refute, Xie Jin could only pull Ji Duan, whose veins were bursting, out of the way, his shoulder was deliberately knocked away by Zhao Dong.

The old man's swollen and fat physique made Xie Jin tilt sideways uncontrollably. Fortunately, he staggered and controlled his body balance, and Ji Duan quickly supported Xie Jin with his sharp eyesight, so Zhao Dong's little trick didn't succeed.

"I'm fine, don't get angry with him about this kind of thing." Patting Ji Duan's clenched fist with his backhand, Xie Jin comforted in a low voice, "Zhao Dong is right, we are outsiders, and we didn't ask God first The reason for making a wish, wait a little longer."

"Well, get closer to me." Ji Duan didn't say anything more, although it could be seen from the tightness of his jaw masseter muscles that he was still angry, but he listened to Xie Jin's words and chose to endure, which made Wen Liang quite embarrassed gratified.

Zhao Dong led Zhao Guangsheng to the side of the coffin. He first saluted Grandma Yang, who was the real god, and then pushed the delirious Zhao Guangsheng into the coffin.

"No! Don't want the coffin! I don't want to go in!" Zhao Guangsheng grabbed the edge of the coffin and shouted with a broken voice, Zhao Dong's face was obviously gloomy.

"Guangsheng, what did I tell you at home? My lord, don't be offended." With a smile on the face of the expressionless Grandma Yang, Zhao Dong simply explained the cause and effect, "I don't know where my son went last night. Suddenly he became stupid overnight, and Xiao Lao wanted to ask Lord True God to cure this dementia."

Possessed by the true god, Grandma Yang raised her skinny finger and poked lightly on the center of Zhao Guangsheng's eyebrows. The rough man who was born with five big and three thick suddenly remembered that his consciousness had been extracted, and he fell straight into the black coffin.

True God's ten fingers swayed like water waves, and her arms vibrated high, as if she was absorbing the energy between heaven and earth to treat Zhao Guangsheng's symptoms.

"Can it be cured, her." Ji Duan had already returned to normal, he stared at Grandma Yang with a poker face like a dancer, and asked Wen Liang beside him, "Can this method cure the sequelae of your elixir? "

"To be honest, I don't know." Wen Liang touched his chin, as if he was looking at a test product, his eyes were inexplicably excited, "I also want to know whether the ability of the true shaman can crack my pill. "

Nearly ten minutes later, the true god was still jumping with the old body of Grandma Yang, and Zhao Guangsheng didn't respond at all. Instead, he fainted from the sudden touch just now.

I saw the real god shook his head, and raised his voice to say something to Zhao Dong. The arrogant Zhao Dong suddenly looked like a deflated balloon. Zhao Guangsheng handed it to the masked youth who ran over.

"It seems to have failed." Looking up at Zhao Dong walking towards them step by step on crutches, Wen Liang whispered in a volume that only the three of them could hear, "When the petition of the villagers is over, we will And then on."

"Humph." Zhao Yan snorted coldly when he passed by them, and his eyes, which were hidden behind the soft flesh, burst out with gloomy eyes.

He didn't stop any longer, but followed the masked youths carrying Zhao Guangsheng out of the crowd. The head of the five clans left shortly after the ceremony, which also provided the surrounding villagers with an informative topic of discussion.

Suspicions and concerns are like snowballs that are getting bigger and bigger. Just when people's discussions almost overwhelmed Kagura, Gao Quan walked to the place where the discussions were most concentrated and yelled angrily: "Shut up!"

Behind him was the somewhat reluctant Li Yougui and the other two, and Gao Quan didn't care that the True God was still present. His first task was to control the mouths of those who were suspicious of the Zhao family and the five clans.

"True God Shaman is still present, do you really think this is a place where you can talk about it at your doorstep?" Gao Quan's raised eyes hung even higher because of anger, he waved his hand, "Okay, who has a wish next? Hurry up and don't waste everyone's time."

Gao's father's son became furious on the spot, which made the honest villagers dare not say anything more.

It seems that it is because the Wen Liang Pills are not intractable diseases at all. Even if the true shaman has supernatural powers, there is nothing that can be done. When the last few feet are sprained and bad luck, the true god will quickly solve the problem for them.

After waiting for a long time, someone came forward again. At this time, Xie Jin received the hints of Droktada. He quickly walked towards the true god with Wen Liang.

One step, two steps.

Every step seemed to be on the apex of Xie Jin's heart, and he even felt that he had never been so uneasy when encountering those supernatural events.

They used the gourd to paint the locals to give true gods. At this time, Droktada also came over. Xie Jin could hear the sound of her waist bell swing.

"They are foreigners who don't understand our language, please let me help you convey the divineness." Droktada said with the most familiar face to the most familiar face, and the granddaughter Yang, who was possessed by the true god, did not agree. No rejection, it seemed to be the default.

"Advanced coffin, don't move." Droktada's wet eyes were exposed between the colored cloth belts. She gave up her position and let Ji Duan enter the coffin, and whispered.

It wasn't until they got close that the three of them realized how exquisite and gorgeous this pitch-black coffin was made.

This seems to be a golden silk nanmu coffin, but the surface is painted with a special black dye, which not only does not corrode the surface of the coffin, but has an anti-oxidation effect, and the coffin is well protected.

The whole body is a pitch-black coffin with octagons, and there are eight dragon head sculptures carved in pure gold. They contain almost translucent white jade beads in their mouths, which look like they are alive.

"Ji Duan, get in." Until Droktada's voice was urged, they let them slow down from the short stuns. Ji Duan nodded and carefully stepped into the dark coffin.

His back was close to the bottom of the coffin, and from the bottom to the top of every spine, Ji Duan felt an indescribable chill. His expression returned to normal after a brief period of grimness, because Xie Jin was above him. , just poked his head toward himself.

The chill had risen to the point of pain, Ji Duan clenched his back teeth, and his facial muscles became tense because of this action. The feeling that his soul was about to be torn apart was so uncomfortable that he even felt himself in a trance. Bones will shatter.

"Are you okay? You seem to be in pain..." Xie Jin was a little worried, he asked Ji Duan in a low voice, but what he got was a "it's okay" that popped out of his teeth.

Wen Liang talked about the situation of Ji Duan, and then Droktada used Manchu to tell the truth. After listening, Zhen Shen made a frowning expression with Yang Grando's wrinkled face.

The eyes were white back, and the turbid pupils looked at the coffin accurately. The true God was not affected by the blindness of Yang's eyes. He shook his head and spit a word at Droktada.

"... Ah!" Xie Jin beside the coffin noticed that Droktada's voice passed into his ears just at this time.

"True God said, let alone a person with an incomplete soul who wants to break the curse, even lying in this coffin used as a medium for communication between humans and gods is a kind of torture on the verge of death for that person."