Chapter 1109: God Revealed (22)
In the temple, the lights were bright and shining, reflecting the wooden and obsessed expressions on people's faces.
All the eyes of "people" were focused on the clay statue in the center of the temple.
There were wooden frames around the clay statue.
The craftsmen stood on the wooden frames, carrying buckets of mud, and made the most delicate shaping of the details of the clay statue. At this time, a craftsman was standing behind the clay statue. For some reason, his hands sank into the mud behind the shoulders of the clay statue. He wanted to pull his palms out, but he struggled hard, but he couldn't pull his palms out from behind the shoulders of the clay statue!
Someone noticed his action and said, "Can't you pull it out? If you can't pull it out, forget it!"
"Yes!"
"Forget it! Forget it!"
The wooden-faced people around him spoke one after another, echoing woodenly.
The craftsman with his palms stuck behind the clay statue, after hearing what everyone said, had a bit of struggle on his face: "I'll try again, just this time!"
After he said this, the people around him fell silent, looking at him silently, asking him to try.
The craftsman on the wooden frame turned his head back, looking at his hands sunk behind the shoulders of the clay statue, observing the gray-white mud that submerged his hands - there were faint bubbles bulging in the mud, and in the bulging bubbles, pieces of broken and twisted pale faces emerged!
The craftsman looked at the broken pale faces that appeared and disappeared in the bubbles, and there was more fear in his expression. He didn't look at it any more, and slowly turned his wrists for a while, watching the surrounding soil gradually loosen, he suddenly exerted force, trying to pull his hands out from behind the shoulders of the clay statue - however, he observed carefully this time, exerted his strength for a long time, but still failed to pull his palms out!
His hands sank deeper into the clay, as if two mouths were biting his hands!
Realizing that he had failed, the craftsman lowered his head and looked around.
People gathered silently under the wooden frame where he was standing.
Someone climbed up the wooden frame, and someone handed over a shiny knife from below. The person who climbed up the wooden frame took the knife from the other person, and then cut off the craftsman's wrist with two consecutive cuts!
After the craftsman's palms were left on the shoulders of the clay, he was kicked off the wooden frame!
The craftsman whose hands were cut off, silver-gray blood flowed from his wrists. He was lifted up by the people gathered under the wooden frame and carried to the corner of the temple.
The craftsman did not struggle, but looked at everything around him with fear:
In that corner of the temple, a shallow pool was formed by the accumulation of silver-gray stones.
Several people around the pool lifted up loads of mud and poured them into the pool. They then stopped and looked at the craftsman who was lifted up by the crowd and lost his hands. They waved to the group of people with the shovels in their hands.
People threw the lifted craftsman directly into the pool.
The craftsman fell into the mud and splashed gray mist.
People holding shovels around picked up their shovels and pounded into the pool...
Soon, buckets of silver-gray mud were lifted out of the pool and put on the wooden rack for the craftsmen on the rack to use. The person who first climbed up the wooden rack and cut off the craftsman's arm became the new craftsman.
More and more craftsmen climbed up the rack.
More and more craftsmen were pulled off the wooden rack and sent to the pool to be refined into mud.
But the gods in this temple have never been shaped with facial features.
Its facial features are always blurred.
The people gathered inside and outside the temple still had wooden faces, but their voices began to get anxious.
"Why can't the clay statue 'show its god'?!"
"I thought this new temple would show a powerful 'god', but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to show its god?"
"The new small temple below 'Shaoyang Mountain' showed its 'god' a long time ago, and now people are carrying it up Shaoyang Mountain!"
"If it's later, there will be no chance in this century...
We have failed to send the god to the mountain for four consecutive centuries. If there is no chance in this century, our whole family, men, women, and children, will have to go to 'fill the grave'!"
"I don't want to die..."
Inside and outside the temple, because the clay statue on the altar could not be shaped into facial features and could not 'show its god', people were anxiously clamoring. The emotions contained in their voices were obvious to others, but if others looked at their faces at this time, they would find that they looked particularly dull and wooden, like puppets.
The craftsman whose hands had been chopped off and turned into mud, the man who chopped off the craftsman's hands, the people who handed over the knife... There was rarely any expression on the faces of so many people.
Their voices did not match their complexions at all.
People were arguing, and the craftsmen on the wooden frame moved faster.
Compared to being crushed into mud to shape the clay statue in front of them, they were more afraid of being sent to "fill the grave"!
Seven or eight craftsmen stood on the wooden frame right in front of the clay statue. They kept outlining the facial features on the clay face with various tools. The outlined facial features often disappeared after a few breaths.
But at this time, they could not give up.
At this time, they could no longer find the second newly appeared temple!
The craftsmen worked together to use various tools to once again outline a set of facial features on the clay tire. Then they stopped and watched nervously as the facial features were outlined on the clay tire.
The facial features stayed on the face of the clay statue for a long time.
When everyone saw this, there was a faint expression of joy on their dull faces.
But they had experienced many failures before, and they were more afraid of being happy too early, so most of them still kept their faces blank and stared at Mu Ti's face without blinking.
Under their gaze, a slight sound suddenly came from the face of the mud tire.
Click.
Even if it is only such a subtle sound, it is still so conspicuous in the temple where a pin drop can be heard. What's more, this sound like something breaking has never stopped since it started!
Click! Click! Click, click, click——
Continuous breaking sounds resounded from everywhere around the mud tire!
Thin cracks intertwined on the surface of the mud tire, and spread from the face to the whole body!
Just a few breaths passed, and there were already cracks all over the mud tire!
Large chunks of mud crust peeled off its face!
"It's completely over!"
"Five chances, I can't send God to the mountain——"
"Our Qi family bloodline is all over this time!"
The crowd is buzzing!
Accompanied by bursts of mournful and frightening cries, the faces of the people gathered inside and outside the temple finally no longer looked blank, but gradually took on a look of fear and sadness!
The craftsmen stood on the wooden shelves with despairing faces, looking at the mud tires in front of them that were constantly breaking off pieces of mud shells!
Although they had been unable to make the clay body manifest itself within a certain period of time and send the god up the mountain for the four previous times, they were able to at least build a complete clay body statue each time. Only this fifth time, Not only did they fail to create a complete statue of the clay body, but even the complete parts of the clay body were broken at this time!
This is God's will!
God doesn't want them to live together as a family!
Click!
The mud shell on the mud tread peeled off piece by piece.
But some craftsmen noticed that under the peeled off mud shell, there was not solidified mud - a 'lifelike' human face appeared after the peeled off mud shells, and the handsome face was still stained with stains. A little gold paint was added, and the pieces of gold paint gradually disappeared under the face under the craftsmen's doubtful eyes.
The next moment, that face suddenly opened its eyes!
The majestic blood light lingered in his eyes, and it spread into a vast sea of blood in an instant!
"Show-God-"
Several craftsmen who had been paying attention to the changes in the clay tire screamed in shock. However, before they could finish their words, the clay tire in front of them, which seemed to be 'manifest', actually turned its neck and stood up on its own!
Click, click, click!
Countless pieces of mud fell off from his body!
He lifted up the Fang Tian Painting Halberd that was lying horizontally in front of his knees. The Fang Tian Painting Halberd, which was originally a wood carving and clay sculpture, turned completely into frosty white. The fierce and murderous aura that made everything return to death came from the Fang Tian Painting Halberd. The halberd erupted!
Take the place by storm!
With this 'god' rising from the ground as the center, the craftsmen closest to him were swept away by the harsh killing method, and their bodies and heads were separated in an instant. Then, the 'people' who were close to the craftsmen were separated again. One by one, they fell down layer by layer like wheat, and the fallen corpses continued to spread out layer by layer!
"You guys are trying to make up stories about me?!"
Su Wu's whole body erupted with an aura of death and death. At this time, the aura of death also complemented the aura of Li Gui's punishment and killing method, and they were harmonious!