Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 297: Yin God, Ancient Tomb! (Two in One)

"Join the army and become a general," Song Changping sighed softly.

It seemed like a memory from long, long ago.

Back then, they were young men who left the village with great enthusiasm and served as soldiers in the Dahan Dynasty, but in the end they all died.

Being picked up by the Corpse Refining Sect and refined into a corpse puppet was certainly not a good ending.

Therefore, they are somewhat worried about the fact that Song Changming has now joined the army.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Song Changming said with a faint smile.

"Yeah." Song Changping nodded and did not try to dissuade him further on this matter.

Today's Song Changming is no longer the little kid who used to follow them around and play.

Compared with their two brothers, Song Changming, who has experienced many things, is more sensible, understands the pros and cons, and weighs the risks.

After passing the canyon, there is a vast basin in front of you.

The place is full of vegetation, surrounded by mountains and water, and full of greenery.

It was scorching hot in June, but it was quite cool here.

"Is this the place?" Song Changming was at the edge of the basin, looking at the large basin from afar.

"That's right." Xiao Jin stretched out a thin whisker from the iron box and made a circle to indicate his confirmation.

Then he gestured out another line of words.

"If you let me go, I can dig into the ground and easily get the magic formula from the ancient tomb for you. How about that?"

Song Changming smiled and shook his head, "Impossible."

He couldn't completely trust this ginseng spirit now. This little thing was very smart.

If he were to let it go, it would burrow into the ground and it would be difficult to find him again.

"This time, you will come with me. We will live and die together." Song Changming said with a smile, leaning close to the face plate.

Xiao Jin gave up the idea instantly.

After more than a year of living together, it also understands Song Changming's temperament very well.

Once they become ruthless, they can really do anything.

Hu Yan, who was also captured before, was burned to death in a fire.

Therefore, it doesn't dare to act recklessly.

Afterwards, the three of them abandoned their horses and flew into the basin. Xiao Jin was like an accurate radar, and quickly led them to their destination.

just.

Song Changming looked at the mountain village in front of him.

According to Xiao Jin, there was no one living here a hundred years ago.

This small wild village appeared in the past few decades. It is located not far from the ancient tomb and looks very abrupt.

"There wasn't one before." Xiao Jin replied, referring naturally to this small village.

"It's strange to see a village like this in such a remote place, and beside an ancient tomb."

The second brother Song Changan spoke, he raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of dark green eyes under the hood, scanning everything in front of him.

Song Changming naturally understood that this place was strange, so he directly released his perception to cover the entire village.

Soon, he saw everything that was happening in the village.

The village was not deserted, but was actually inhabited by human villagers, and there were quite a few of them.

A rough estimate is that there are hundreds of households and thousands of people.

Most of them are ordinary people, but there are also some warriors, but they are all at the basic level of body training and their strength is not strong.

This is another strange point.

In Yunzhou, most of the villages and towns outside are built around the big cities. This is the only way to protect the villages and towns from being invaded by wild monsters and beasts and to ensure their long-term survival.

This small wild village obviously has no city-state to rely on, and there is no strong person to protect the village. So how did it develop and prosper here?
In daily life, any random monster would come to the village and have a feast, killing all the villagers.

"Forget it. This village has nothing to do with our trip. Let's find the ancient tomb and go in to find the magic formula."

Song Changming shook his head. His goal was clear and he had no intention of entering the village.

The three of them flew directly over the village and arrived at a mountain not far away.

"The yin energy is so strong here!" Song Changping said.

As a corpse puppet, he was particularly sensitive to this cold and gloomy air, especially when this cold and gloomy air was mixed with the aura of death.

"Can't be wrong!"

"Where to start?" Song Changming asked Xiao Jin.

"This place has changed a lot in the past hundred years. I can't be sure unless I dig underground to look for it." Xiao Jin shook his fine beard and wrote a line of reply.

"Don't play tricks."

"I'm just a poor ginseng, what can I do?"

Watching this scene of Song Changming communicating with the ginseng, no matter how many times I watched it, I felt that the pet raised by my brother was truly magical.

Wild ginseng that can move and write!

I don't know where I found it.
After confirming that the ginseng spirit was not lying, Song Changming had no choice but to continue to spread out his spiritual perception, covering the entire mountain area, and rely on himself to find the entrance to the ancient tomb.

"Changming!" Song Changping suddenly reminded.

Song Changming came to his senses and turned his head to look.

I saw a group of villagers walking towards me from a village not far away.

They were holding hoes and shovels, staring at Song Changming and the other two with vigilance and even a bit of hostility on their faces.

"Who are you and why are you so close to our village's ancestral tomb!" A young man walking in front shouted loudly, holding a hatchet.

"Ancestral tomb?" Song Changming didn't expect this to happen.

"Where are your ancestral graves?"

The young man snorted coldly and said, "This mountainous area is the ancestral graveyard of our village. You should leave immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

He has martial arts skills and is much stronger than ordinary people.

"Where are your ancestral graves? Why don't I see any graves on this mountain?" Song Changming's perception could only show lush greenery on the mountain, but there were no tombstones or cemeteries.

Not to mention the ancient tomb that is already buried deep underground.

"Ali, why waste time talking to them? I think they have bad intentions. Catch them first and then torture them thoroughly!" Another villager suddenly shouted, raising a hammer.

The young man's eyes also turned cold, and he walked towards Song Changming and the other two, making it clear that he was going to take action directly.

Seeing this, Song Changming was too lazy to say anything more and just stretched out his finger and made a random stroke.

A stream of innate energy shot out, creating a large pit with a diameter of several meters in front of the villagers. This move shocked the villagers, including the young warrior.

Many villagers were so frightened that their legs went limp and they collapsed to the ground, looking at Song Changming in horror.

Song Changming stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man, who was swept by the innate energy and fell into his hands without any resistance.

In front of the innate ones, these warriors who are still in the body refining stage are no different from chickens on the roadside.

"Little kid, you said that the ancestral tomb of the village is on this mountain. What do you mean?" Song Changming asked in a low voice.

"Hmph, kill me if you can!"

The young man was quite tough. Even though he was frightened by Song Changming's strength, he was not afraid of death.

"Let him go!" another villager shouted, and the next moment he was also caught by Song Changming.

"Then tell me."

"Don't even think about it!" The villagers gritted their teeth and were unwilling to say anything more to this outsider, even if it meant losing their lives.

"Huh?" This was a little unexpected for Song Changming.

The villagers of this wild village all have a stubbornness, or a strong belief, and are not afraid of life and death.

Not only the two people he captured, most of the other villagers also had this temperament of preferring death to honor.

"Aren't you afraid of angering me and burying the whole village with me?" Song Changming asked strangely.

He even suspected that maybe he didn't look fierce enough to scare them?

Wasn’t the display of innate energy just now enough?
When they heard that Song Changming wanted to destroy the village, the villagers showed hesitation and fear on their faces, but they still had no intention of compromising with Song Changming.

"You have touched us and our ancestral graves. The ghost gods will never let you go, even if you escape to the ends of the earth!" Ali said suddenly.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Song Changming asked.

"Hmph!" Ali turned his head away, unwilling to say more, looking like he was waiting to die.

"Wait a minute, let me tell you." Suddenly, an old man came hurriedly with a cane.

"I only ask that you let my grandson go."

"Grandpa, I can't tell! If you tell, the Yin God will not let you go!" Ali wanted to struggle at this time, but he was unable to move due to the restraint of the innate energy.

"It doesn't matter. I'm old and I don't have many years left to live. I'll just take my life." The old man said with a grunt, wanting to exchange one life for another.

"Please let these villagers go. I will stay here."

"Then please explain it clearly." Song Changming frowned and threw the villager away.

He just felt that this evil spirit might be related to the ancient tomb he was looking for.

Those villagers originally wanted to rescue the old man, but they were all scolded away by him in anger.

During the conversation, Song Changming also learned that the old man was the village chief.

Then the village chief sat on the ground, took a break and started talking to Song Changming.

Their village is an unknown village. Their ancestors came here to build the village nearly a hundred years ago. The first village chief was his grandfather, and he is the second village chief.

"Hey, where is your father?" Song Changming couldn't help but ask.

The old village chief's eyes darkened, and he took a breath before saying, "My father was sacrificed to the Yin God."

"How do you offer sacrifices?" Song Changming asked with a frown, feeling that this evil spirit sounded even more bizarre.

"On the night of July 14th every year, people who are to be sacrificed are placed on this mountain. The next day, they will be taken away by the evil spirits. This process cannot be seen or checked. If anyone stays there that night, they will be taken away as well." The old village chief answered truthfully.

"So they were taken away by the evil spirit you mentioned? Are you sure they were not taken away by some monster?" Song Changming expressed deep doubt.

Could this so-called Yin God be just an intelligent monster causing trouble here?

"That's impossible. The Yin God really exists." The old village chief said firmly.

Song Changming asked him why he was so sure, but he spoke in a confused and unclear manner.

They thought that this was the way it had been passed down from generation to generation, and that the Yin God really existed. Every year, one person from the village was required to offer a sacrifice to the Yin God to protect the village from being invaded by wild beasts and monsters.

"The village has existed for so many years thanks to the Yin God. It is he who is protecting the village!" The old village chief seemed to believe it firmly.

"That's right. If there was no protection, this wild village would never have existed here for so long." Song Changming pondered to himself.

However, after the old village chief talked for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what the Yin God was. He only knew that this so-called Yin God was related to the mountain he was looking for.

"Could it be something from the ancient tomb below?"

Song Changming looked back at the mountains behind him. A gust of cold wind blew down from the mountains. It was the hottest time of June, but it made people feel chilly.

Song Changming has a strong body and this coldness has no effect on him.

The two brothers around him were just corpses themselves, and they felt nothing at all, and even felt a little comfortable.

The old village chief was already very old, and when he was blown by the cold wind, his face turned blue instantly, as if the only bit of life left in his body was about to be blown away by the cold wind.

Song Changming raised his hand, and a wisp of purple-gold fire circled around the old village chief, and the old village chief's expression finally eased.

"I have revealed the secret of the Yin God, and I am afraid I will not survive. Sir, please let the villagers go. They did not mean to offend you." The old village chief requested.

"I am not interested in your village. I came here for my own purpose." Song Changming said, and then asked: "Could it be that the Yin God came to kill you? How did he know that you revealed his secret?"

"He knows. He has been here all the time." The old village chief said slowly, his determination to die was self-evident.

Song Changping and Song Changan looked at each other.

In this case, the evil spirit might come looking for them.

"That Yin Shen can't be a ghost," Song Changan said dryly and lowly.

"What are you afraid of? We are in this state, so why would we be afraid of ghosts?" Song Changping replied calmly.

Speaking of which, their cold bodies are more like ghosts in the world.

"In that case, this mountain is said to be the village's ancestral land, but in fact it is only valued by the village because of the need for sacrifices to the Yin gods." Song Changming suddenly said.

As for the so-called Yin God, if it were normal times, he would probably give it some distance and just retreat, thinking less is worse than more.

But he has explored the ancient tomb today. If the evil spirit has any objections, he will show up and confront it!

"That's right, the village has never had any ancestral land. This mountain is more like an altar in the village, for us to sacrifice our lives every year!" The old village chief said this and shook his head.

He seemed to feel that he had no chance to live anyway, so he revealed all the thoughts that were hidden deep in his heart.

“Rather than saying that we are worshipping the Yin God, it’s better to say that the Yin God has trapped us here for generations. No, it’s the Yin God who has kept us in captivity, just like we keep pigs, dogs, and sheep in captivity!
All of us cannot leave this place, because those who have come before us have paid the price of blood but failed.

For every person who wants to escape from this place, the Yin God will appear in front of him in time. His eyes seem to be everywhere, always monitoring everything in the village, and ruthlessly cleaning up the villagers who escape. "

At this point, Song Changming also realized that the old village chief was not at all fanatical about the Yin God. He was not a believer of the Yin God at all.

There was a hint of self-mockery and a flash of pain on his old face.

"Many people died back then. Unfortunately, as time went by, their descendants gradually ignored this truth and instead came to accept the concept that the Yin God was the village's patron saint."

"What is this all about?"

(End of this chapter)