The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

"goodbye!"

"White ink expert, goodbye!"

At the entrance of the hotel, light snow was falling.

Bai Mo waved goodbye to his classmates and got into the official car.

Boom!

The car door closed, he held the mochi ball and glanced at the driver in front of him.

“I’m sorry to bother you for using the car so late.

"Send me back to the West Family Area."

The driver, Lao Zhang, grinned.

"okay!"

Then he stepped on the accelerator, started the vehicle smoothly, and merged into the traffic flow on the road.

Bai Mo hugged his apprentice and rubbed his fat head, suddenly feeling a little confused.

"If these ancient immortals want to seize the ranking of the Food Sharing Monument, the most reasonable operation should be to let the disciples go overseas directly, be promoted to Sequence Six, and then leave their names immediately.

"But...no one seems to be doing this.

"Do they care about the ranking of the Food Sharing Monument?

"What are you thinking about?"

Bai Mo couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it anymore. He took a can of ice coke from the refrigerator of the official car, opened it with a pop, and handed it to his apprentice.

"drink!"

…

call……

The cold wind poured into the bronze royal court.

The white-bao prince raised his head from the mirror and curled his lips with a smile.

"He really escaped."

Then he looked at the dark, greasy food-sharing monument next to him, and saw the name temporarily ranked first on the monument, and the three words "Wang Yucan".

Behind him, his disciple Mu Lianen couldn't quite understand.

"Master, isn't my second senior brother also overseas?

"Since the boss of Xizhou cannot reach overseas, why not let the second senior brother also leave his name on the food sharing monument?

"I'll grab the spot first, isn't that good?"

Jing Guoqing, who was next to him, explained to his junior brother.

"not that simple.

“Don’t underestimate the Immortal Committee.

"Once a name is left on the list, it will be found out by the Immortal Committee and registered by the Immortal Committee.

“That means… you can’t go back to Kyushu in this life.

"At the very least, you can't return to Kyushu before the dream is broken and the boss of Xizhou dies.

“Second Senior Brother, you still have to come back!

"Besides, the position on this monument is not that important for a while."

Prince Bai Bao nodded.

"Speaking of your second senior brother...this Christmas Eve, there is also this festival in the Baiou area, right?

"He's in Baiou. I don't know how the business is going..."

…

call……

The night in Kyushu corresponds to the day of the lantern hawk.

The cold wind from the sky blew into the vast wilderness.

brush……

A figure shrinks to an inch, in this cold wind, in this wilderness, taking one step and traveling hundreds of miles in an instant!

She was wearing a jacket, a peaked cap, and a backpack, like a travel companion.

Her face was a little round, and there was a bit of anticipation and excitement in her eyes.

It is the formation path, the [Original Sacrifice Master] of Sequence Six, Wang Yucan!

"The lamp eagle is really so vast and sparsely populated, isn't it?"

Traveling through this wilderness, there are only withered yellow grass and lonely wind.

Occasionally I see sparse huts, but they are distant farms.

brush……

She continued to "shrink into an inch" and shuttle quickly towards the address provided by her master.

Gradually, more and more farms came into view. She saw farmland, small wooden buildings painted with white paint, cowsheds, and cows inside.

"This cow...is there really a hole in its belly?"

brush……

She continued to shuttle.

After passing several farms, she passed a slaughterhouse.

Inside the door of the slaughterhouse, blood was flowing all over the floor. Beef and beef legs were hung on shelves one after another.

"Hey, those filets, ribs, and sirloin are all produced here?"

She continued to shuttle, and not long after, she arrived at her destination.

This is also a farm.

Entering the fence is farmland.

At the end of the farmland is a double-story building with lights on.

A Christmas tree was placed at the entrance of the small building, and the warm smell of roasting turkey wafted from inside the building.

Wang Yucan frowned and took a look at the Feng Shui nearby. He took one step forward to the left and two steps forward to the right. In an instant, his figure changed, the space was staggered, and he came to a slaughtering workshop.

This place is very similar to a cattle slaughtering workshop. The floor is dark red and slippery with blood, but there are no beef or legs hanging on the shelves on the left side of the workshop. Row after row, row after row, on the shelf, there was a person hanging on the shelf. Each one had no clothes, showing his rugged and thin bones, his bones were locked, and he was dying!

Each one of them is pale, has lost too much blood, has a lot of air coming out, and has little air coming in. He doesn’t know how long he can live!

Wang Yucan's face was pale, her brows furrowed, and she subconsciously averted her eyes, not wanting to look.

She had long heard from her master that she had set up pig factories overseas.

When I heard it before, I just thought it was ordinary.

Now that I have seen it, I still find it a bit hard to accept the sight of these individuals, hanging there like skinny sheep, with the hooks bloody and tearing through the flesh and bones.

"Huh...fortunately, all the hair is blond."

Footsteps sounded from behind, but two foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes came over quietly, holding submachine guns.

But Wang Yucan turned around and showed her face. When the two foreigners saw it, they immediately dropped their guns, knelt down with a "pop" and yelled "Ula!"

"God!"

"My god!"

"You have finally arrived!"

Wang Yucan was stunned for a moment.

But she is also a college counselor, so her English is not a problem for her!

She took her phone out of her pocket and opened the translation software.

"What did you say? Say it again!

"Forehead?

"pardon!"

…

brush……

The taxi was speeding down the road.

The back row of the carriage.

Lan Fangfang looked at Chumian and Wanbo City next to her with contempt on her face.

This bitch in Wanbo City has been holding Xin Mian's hand since he got in the car, whispering in Xin Mian's ear, and spreading dog food unscrupulously.

Sometimes it made Chu Mian hide her face and smile.

"Tomorrow, we will go to the library together. I will go early to reserve a seat..."

Just as he was talking, he saw Chumian's phone vibrating.

"Um?"

It was a video call from someone.

After Chu Mian connected, she saw a little loli with a bob hair wearing pajamas on the other side of the screen. She was in a warm yellow room with an excited face, chatting with Chu Mian in Sakura language!

"My sister, my sister, my sister!"

Both Wanbo City and Lan Fangfang have seen the photos and know that this little loli is Chu Mian's sister.

I saw that the little Loli was very excited. She showed her the Christmas tree decorated in her room and the cotton socks on her bedside.

"Sister's private room is open to the public!"

Wanbo City couldn't understand what she said, so he looked at the socks in her hand and muttered secretly.

"These socks are quite nice."

Lan Fangfang stared at him for a long time.

"These look like Elk brand socks.

"Elk brand Christmas stockings were very popular in the past few years, but in recent years, they have become outdated."

However, Wanbo City and Lan Fangfang suddenly found that the atmosphere was a little strange.

In this video call, there was only the little loli talking non-stop.

But Chu Mian stared at the screen, her face pale but silent.

"Sister はいつ帰ってきますか?"

"桜が园一面に咲く灠ろうか!"

drop!

Chumian hung up the video call.

The video stopped at the little loli's expectant eyes and then went dark.

Wanbo City and Lan Fangfang didn't know what to say.

But he saw Chumian throwing herself into Wanbo City's arms, trembling and sobbing!

"Woooooooo..."

She still remembers that during a concert, her sister fell asleep for no reason and was carried away and put into a cold chain truck and transported away.

After that, she never saw her sister again.

Who is this sister making videos now?

Where did it come from?

And where did her sister go? Can she come back again?

…

Boom...

The door is closed.

Snapped……

The lights are on.

Bai Mo hugged his apprentice Mochiqiu, sat on the sofa, and touched his apprentice's fat belly.

“It took a little longer to have dinner with them today.

“I probably missed breakfast at Fox Mountain.

"Uh... wait a minute, I'll check the information."

Mochiqiu rubbed his head against his master, huddled in his arms, and looked at his mobile phone with his master.

"Ouch!"

"Use the Immortal Committee's database to find out what this so-called [Master of Original Sacrifice] does..."

[Our understanding of the original priest is very limited, but this limited information can guarantee accuracy]

[The formation path is the latest among the nine major paths]

[When humans have reached a certain level of civilization, when humans have learned to write, learn to calculate, learn to observe the sky, and learn to respect gods, formations and methods will gradually appear and take shape]

[The abilities of the original sacrifice masters are related to sacrifices. They originate from the primitive times, the most simple awe, fear and origin of the ancestors, and originate from the ancestors' original sacrifice activities]

[In the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, sacrifice was a very important cultural activity, but the sacrifice of the Formation Kingdom was considered an extremely dangerous ritual]

[The scale and scope of Jinguo's sacrifices are defined by heavenly rules and cannot be exceeded]

[Sacrifice of the country cannot go out of the country]

[Sacrifice at the Holy Land, Do Not Leave the Holy Land]

[Sacrifice at the formation palace, do not leave the formation palace]

…

Bai Mo finished reading the description, but it seemed that he didn't see any substantial content?

It seems that the Immortal Committee has not received any serious information on the Eight Classics?

"Let's do this for now."

Bai Mo hugged his apprentice and went back to Fox Mountain with white mist rising up from his body that blurred the world and dreams.

…

In the slaughterhouse.

Wang Yucan was sitting on a recliner with her legs crossed and a strange expression.

The two burly blond men beside him nodded and bowed.

"We can speak Chinese!"

“Our Chinese is very good!”

“For the gods, let’s learn Chinese in advance!”

Wang Yucan nodded.

"fine."

Sitting on this recliner and looking at the surrounding environment, she still felt weird.

Suddenly I missed the office of Beihai Mechanical College and her 60-square-meter nest.

"That's fine.

“Everyone has come.

"They come, the security.

"Hurry up and get ready for Christmas Eve."

She raised her head and saw the blood pool in front of her. She saw that the round pool was as big as a swimming pool and filled with dark red blood.

The two foreigners next to him both smiled.

"God! It's still early, tonight is Christmas Eve!"

“You can enjoy your lunch first!”

Wang Yucan rolled her eyes.

"What a fart!

"The time zone in Kyushu is different from here. Christmas Eve in Kyushu has arrived!"

…

call……

The cold wind poured into the bronze hall, sounded the bells under the eaves, blew into the depths of the hall, and blew the prince's white hair.

He looked at the bronze mirror on the table and smiled lightly when he saw the bloody slaughterhouse.

"Xiao Yan'er, come quickly and watch with Master the original ceremony hosted by Junior Sister Can'er!

"Sacrifice of this scale and scope, if carried out in the Immortal Dynasty, would attract countless Tiantiao Immortals to hunt down, anger countless princes in the Holy Land, and even attract the attention of the emperor. The person who presides over the sacrifice would become the leader of the Nine Kingdoms. The enemy, there is no place in the world to stand.

“But today, no one can control us.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The little wild goose behind him had an envious face, leaning his head and widening his eyes to look at the image of the original sacrifice in the bronze mirror.

In the picture, the junior sister is sitting by the blood pool, holding a big drum, and beating the crisp drum beats time and time again!

In the picture, two blond foreigners sang weird songs at the top of their lungs, sometimes sounding like apes, sometimes roaring like tigers, sometimes roaring like elephants, full of primitive and barbaric meaning!

And around the blood pool, there were foreigners one after another, wearing only grass skirts, with confused eyes, dancing to the beat of the music!

Their movements were not neat. They raised their hands to the drum beats, raised their feet to the singing, twisted their shoulders and bodies, twisted their necks, and stared at the dark red blood pool!

The prince frowned, a little depressed.

"Letting these yellow hairs participate in the sacrifice is more or less an insult to our sacrifice.

"Let me recall that there were some poor people in the Immortal Dynasty who couldn't afford slaves for sacrifices, so they captured a group of wild monkeys to perform sacrifices.

“It’s simply too shameful, too shabby, and too embarrassing.

“But…there’s no way.

"The Immortal Committee takes this place very seriously in Kyushu. It's really too troublesome."

In the picture, the foreigners dancing to the drums and songs suddenly changed their movements around the blood pool.

Some were lying on the ground, walking on all fours, holding their heads high, imitating elk pulling sleds.

Some walked in a bow, shaking their hands and waving them in vain, imitating Santa Claus riding a sleigh.

Just like that, amid the drumbeats and singing, they continued to dance and circle around the blood pool.

In front of the mirror, the white-haired prince curled his lips.

"well……

"If it wasn't for business and as a teacher's eyes, why bother looking at such things?"

The little wild goose behind him burst out laughing.

"But wasn't this ritual designed by Master yourself?

"Now, why do you dislike it so much that it hurts your eyes?"

The white-haired prince sighed.

"No conflict.

“Sometimes in life, you are so helpless and have to feel disgusted with yourself.

"no way.

“Who allowed this Santa Claus and this elk to spread so widely?

“Everyone knows it, many people believe in it, it’s like the most primitive wild god!

“This forms the basis of sacrifice!

“We use the blood of these ten thousand people to sacrifice the imaginary gods of these countless people.

"Blood energy, wish power, thoughts, immortal energy...if you combine these things, you can get..."

The prince stopped talking.

Xiao Yan'er looked in the mirror.

Seeing the foreigners doing weird dances around the blood pool, they all turned around and jumped into the blood pool!

Plop! Plop! Like making dumplings!

The blood pool splashed with waves, and the blood spots on the shore were densely packed.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Wang Yucan sat by the blood pool, the drumbeat in her arms still beating.

The songs in the mouths of the two foreigners began to change.

"Ding-ding-dong~"

"Ding-ding-dong~"

"Jingle Bells~"

The liquid level in the blood pool began to vibrate!

In the blood pool, there seemed to be songs, and clear bells, catering to the sacrificial songs.

"Ding-ding-dong~"

"Ding-ding-dong~"

"Jingle Bells~"

Wow…

Two elk jumped out of the blood pool!

They pull the sled into a pool of blood!

The sleigh carries Santa Claus to the pool of blood!

Ding ding ding!

Ding ding ding!

The bell on the elk's neck has a clear sound.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

Behind Santa Claus's gray beard, hearty laughter sounded.

It’s just the decoration of this sleigh, this Santa Claus’s robe, as red as blood!

This style is all about absurdity. It’s not awkward. It’s really not awkward. . Ha ha.