Chapter 293 The bone altar invites the god, and the fairy boy is summoned [Please subscribe, please

Erwa's body froze, and under the gazes of the remaining brothers, his body twisted and turned into the boss. It's like being covered with a layer of skin.

"Haha, this idea is indeed possible. Using painted-skinned demon spirits to seduce gods, combined with the spirit summoning technique and the talent of summoning boys, these five ghosts should be able to satisfy the legendary succubus effect and become a qualified boy in front of a great god! "

Wang Zijia looked at the effect in front of him and smiled with satisfaction.

After checking it carefully, he asked Dawa to exit the painting state and look at the second child.

After a period of screaming and begging for mercy, the five ghosts were slowly skinned and made into weapons by Wang Zijia, and then returned to their original state, as if a special piece of clothing had been refined for them.

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On the outskirts of Wanyuzong, in the surrounding small family area, there is a mass grave.

"Quack!"

It was already late at night, the night breeze was blowing in the mass graves, and crows occasionally neighed.

Under the cold moonlight, one could clearly see that in a strange formation, there were densely packed, deformed or mutilated corpses of all kinds.

Outside the formation, there were five people waiting quietly at this moment.

The person leading the group was Jiang Mingda, whose hair was sparse and yellow, but his complexion was much improved. Behind him stood four people, two men and two women.

The two men were Jiang Zhengye and Rui Wen, who had slept with Jiang Mingda several times, but the two women were recent newcomers and were former disciples of the Beast Hidden Group.

The reason for this adjustment is that according to the order's instructions, all corpse collection teams will need to work in groups of five to handle corpses.

As for the reason, no one knows yet, including Jiang Mingda.

"Uncle Master, midnight has arrived!" Jiang Zhengye, who had experience in sacrificing corpses several times, looked at the time and found that Jiang Mingda was still motionless. He subconsciously spoke to break the silence and reminded.

Hearing this, the other three people all looked at Jiang Mingda in front of him.

Jiang Mingda shook his head and said: "There is news from above that there is no fixed time tonight. We will wait for the news before opening the forum."

The four people behind him heard this and looked at each other. Without asking any more questions, they all fell into silence and waited again.

Who knew that the wait would last for more than an hour. Slowly, the time came to the early morning, the third or fourth watch. Although the five people were waiting a little impatiently, they did not dare to show any emotions at all and waited honestly.

At this time, Jiang Mingda in front suddenly froze, his eyes slightly lost focus, as if he had seen some news, he came back to his senses after a moment, and said: "The time has come, let's start the altar!"

The four people who had been waiting behind him for a long time immediately looked solemn and followed Jiang Mingda to the altar. They took up their positions, opened the altar, lit incense, and started to chant:

"The fragrance echoes to the heaven and earth, the blood talisman and the white bones cast the spiritual formation; I have traveled thousands of miles to invite the gods, and I pay my respects to all the benefactors in this altar!"

"My disciples are wholeheartedly paying homage to you, and the Five Ghosts and God Lords are coming. The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law."

As the five people started to play and Jiang Mingda lit up the incense, the entire formation shone with spiritual light.

But this time was completely different from the previous two times. It wasn't that the movement was too loud, but that it was too small. The surroundings were quiet, without any sinister atmosphere, as if the opening of the altar had failed.

The four of them looked puzzled, and Jiang Mingda even frowned. He looked back at the others and said, "The materials and depictions are...well..."

Before he could say anything, he froze in place.

"Woo!"

The four disciples behind him also had their pupils shrunk, their expressions were horrified, and they almost screamed.

They saw Jiang Mingda in front of them. His body suddenly twisted and shrunk rapidly. Under the horrified eyes of the four disciples, he transformed into an immature fairy boy about one meter tall, wearing a Taoist robe and possessing the spirit of an immortal.

Before the four of them could react, they also stiffened and quickly shrank, turning into four other fairy children.

The boy was wearing a Taoist robe, had long hair, was white and fat, and looked eight or nine years old, just like the boy sitting in front of some ancestor.

After the five boys appeared, they looked at each other for a moment, with two different emotions in their pupils. One is the ordinary sizing up of each other, and the other is the horror of losing control of the body.

Obviously, the five possessed people are still conscious at this moment and are clearly aware that they are being controlled, but they are unable to resist and do not dare to resist.

The cause of everything was obviously the ritual ceremony just now!

They opened the altar and invited these five fairy children, and the fairy children dressed in them.

Why is it worn rather than possessed?

They don’t know, this is what it feels like!

It was this feeling of something wrong that made them feel extremely frightened and uneasy because they were clearly possessed by the fairy boy.

Looking at the fairy children's fairy-like appearance, I always feel that something is wrong, and I feel uncontrollable.

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The five fairy boys ignored the thoughts of the people inside them. They just looked at each other for a moment, and then came to the edge of the altar without saying a word.

Faint black smoke floated out, wrapped all the corpses, and condensed into several pages above the formation.

On the page, five fairy children were carrying a huge coffin, and inside the coffin were countless densely packed corpses.

As all the corpses turned into pages and drawings, the leading fairy boy waved his hand and put all the pages into his sleeves.

After doing all this, the five fairy boys returned to their original positions and stood still. Then the bodies of the five people expanded rapidly and transformed into the original five people again.

"breathe······"

The moment the five people recovered, they all let out strong gasps with horror on their faces.

After a long time, a female cultivator calmed down her fear and looked at Jiang Mingda and said, "Uncle Master, was that the God descending just now?"

Jiang Mingda shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either. It's a bit like the lost method of descending gods in the legend, but... never mind. The one who came this time must be the elder of the sect. It's not something we can guess."

"Yes, it seems that there are more than one elder in the sect who is responsible for collecting corpses!" Rui Wen, who had several experiences of offering sacrifices, also echoed at this moment.

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Wanyu Sect, Biyiyuan Underground Base, Sacrifice Laboratory.

Five ghosts sat cross-legged around the altar, with their eyes closed, and the altar was shining.

Suddenly, a blood jade book flew out from the big boy's forehead and floated on the altar again.

"Hua La La!"

As the book opened, five fairy children floated out from it, turned into five human skins, and covered the five ghosts. The five ghosts who were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed also opened their eyes.

Da Wa immediately took the five ghosts carrying the coffin map he had obtained and timidly came to Wang Zijia to hand it over.

Wang Zijia, who had just watched the whole process, finally nodded with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, he looks a bit like a fairy boy. With this image and way of traveling, even if someone finds him, I think there won't be much surprise!"

To this day, after three or four revisions and iterations by Wang Zijia, the mechanism of the five ghosts automatically responding to collect corpses has finally been completely on the right track. In the future, he doesn't have to bother collecting corpses himself.

From the beginning, I went out to kill people in Wanyu Xiancheng, and found that picking up corpses was better, but it still felt dangerous.

Step by step, it has been improved to sending people to pick up corpses, and the fairy boy came forward to collect the corpses, and I sat firmly behind the scenes. Now it is completely formed!

"Well, I always feel that it is not very humane, and there is something missing!" Wang Zijia frowned and whispered in his thoughts. After a moment, his eyes lit up and said, "Oh, right, time!"

"In the future, those who hand in the corpse, whether it is the Demon Suppression Sect or the Law Enforcement Team, will set a time to hold a ritual, burn incense and pray, and the five ghosts will appear to collect the corpse. In this way, the five ghosts will not be too busy and the task will be completed."

"Wait, how come it is a bit familiar?"

"Oh, it's a bit like burning incense and worshiping Buddha? Go to the temple to burn incense on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month? So the gods also think it is troublesome to collect incense in a dispersed manner, so they just offer it at a fixed time?"

"Ha, it really became a boy in front of the seat! It's perfect!"

Wang Zijia looked happy, and under the fearful eyes of the five ghosts, he waved his hand and threw out a few pages of the book. The pages collapsed in the air and turned into corpses that fell into the pit.

Wang Zijia came to the corpse pit with deep cold air and began to pollute and extract it. After the extraction, he threw the corpse to the five ghosts.

Perhaps the transformation tonight was too painful. The five ghosts were not as excited as before when they saw the polluted corpses thrown to them. They carefully spread ghost mist and ate elegantly, fearing that they would cause Wang Zijia's dissatisfaction or attention if they were not careful.

If they messed with them again, it would be terrible!

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After a long time, Wang Zijia extracted all the pollution and threw the corpse into the cold corpse pit. He no longer paid attention to the five ghosts and got up and left the underground base.

The five ghosts watched Wang Zijia leave completely before they turned into ghost babies, jumped into the corpse pit, and ate frantically, as if they wanted to turn the pain of tonight into appetite.

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The next morning, Wang Zijia got up as usual, practiced boxing, and after breakfast, Wang Zijia looked at Bai Qian before going out and said, "I haven't made food for half a year. What did you make today?"

"Young Master, you don't know that there are so many new and strange foods in the world. I have learned a lot from the eunuchs in the imperial kitchen in the past six months. In particular, there are several old people in the palace who know a lot of unique skills."

"The one that impressed me most was something called cuttlefish paste." Bai Qian took out a box with some excitement, as if offering a treasure, and said:

"Take some of the viscera of special smelly fish, grind them into paste, and make a kind of paste after fermentation. I learned its essence and removed its dregs. I changed it to the bitter gall of the spirit fish, the viscera of the smelly fins, and the sauce paste made from Coptis chinensis to make sandwich cakes."

While speaking, Bai Qian had already opened a food box, and a complex smell of fishy, ​​sour, astringent, and bitter instantly filled Wang Zijia's nose, and Wang Zijia's smiling expression froze on his face.

Sorry, he was still short-sighted. He had always been against the taste of durian, stinky tofu, and cuttlefish paste. He didn't believe in anything that tasted good after a period of time!

And he always thought that the dark cuisine could be developed by Bai Qian into three series: bitter, stinky, and sour. It was already the limit. He didn't expect that there was something beyond the sky.

Is there something wrong with Tianhong's imperial kitchen, or is there something wrong with the chefs who taught Bai Qian cooking?

"Sir, do you want to try it?" Bai Qian said hesitantly, "But the taste is a little strange. If you want to try it, you'd better eat a little first."

"Forget it!" Wang Zijia came back to his senses in an instant, turned his hand to put away the several large boxes of cakes that Bai Qian had made, and turned around and left decisively.

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"Morning, Uncle Wang!!!"

"Good morning, Uncle Wang!"

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It has been more than half a year since I came to Fulou. When Wang Zijia met the disciples along the way, many of them greeted him with surprise.

Seeing this familiar scene, Wang Zijia responded with a smile.

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