Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

"To be honest, sir, we came here specifically to find this chicken. How many do you think would be appropriate?"

"No beating around the bush, are you? You're straightforward. A straightforward person speaks frankly. You can see at a glance that my chicken is something special, you've got some skill. In short, not for sale!"

"Senior brother! This chicken is amazing! Not only is it not afraid of people, it can also fly!"

"..."

Partridge Whistle frowned and looked at his junior brother, Old Foreigner, who had been busy for half a day but still hadn't gotten his hands on the Angry Sun Chicken.

Then he looked in the direction Su Mu had left.

The idea of ​​the Angry Sun Chicken was proposed by Su Mu, and it was also Su Mu who requested that it be brought here.

Why is it that when we arrived at our destination, Su Mu seemed less interested in the Angry Rooster than in that old temple?

"That young man just now wasn't one of you, was he? I didn't smell any dead body on him. You guys are different, tomb raiders?"

"I certainly won't sell this chicken to you while I'm robbing tombs, letting you treat my chicken that I've raised for eight years like this. If that young man speaks up, you might still have a chance."

The old man twitched his nose and shook his head in disgust.

People who frequently go to tombs always have a special smell that they can't wash off no matter what.

The three siblings, Partridge Whistle and his brother, didn't smell bad.

If it is a member of the "Corpse Dog Hanging" who eats the flesh of the dead in order to conceal the dirty things in the tomb from the treasure, the smell on their body is even stronger.

The road leading to the Miao village and the old shaman temple.

Pairs of curious eyes fell on Su Mu as he walked along the country road.

Where Su Mu passes by, a spring breeze always rises, carrying the pleasant fragrance of flowers and grass.

In the hazy, rural mountains, Su Mu's figure seemed to radiate a shimmering, precious light, overshadowing even the colors of the sky and earth.

"What a clean-cut young boy! Is he from out of town?"

"What a clean man! Unlike you guys who are always smelly and filthy, humph!"

"He's quite clean, isn't he? Wait, you've taken a fancy to this kid?"

"None of your business, Mom. Can I pursue that boy?"

"You, you, you! Him, him, him! Look at his skinny arms and legs, how can he work in the fields, hunt in the mountains, or gather herbs? Foolish!"

"..."

Su Mu couldn't understand a word of the Miao dialect; he only heard that the surroundings gradually became noisier as he arrived.

However, his target was not the group of people around him, so he didn't pay much attention to them.

After walking for a while longer...

Su Mu saw the dilapidated shaman temple standing in a crevice at the foot of a cliff.

【Ancestral Witch Temple】

【…】

"really!"

Su Mu's eyes shone brightly, and he was full of energy.

【Ancestral Witch Temple】

[Introduction: Twelve immortal ancestral witch statues stand within, seemingly concealing some unknown secret?]

[Entering the temple, offering incense, wiping the statues, placing offerings, and kneeling in devout worship—majesties might occur?]

Type: Temple

"Offer incense and sacrifices..."

Su Mu turned around and ran back to the Miao boy's home. He hurriedly asked Partridge Whistle for three sticks of incense, threw money at the Miao boy and his grandfather, and took some fruit and a piece of meat.

"This young man looks more like a Taoist priest than we do."

The old foreigner smiled wryly, watching Su Mu's retreating figure as he ran off again, and burst into laughter.

Through their brief encounter, all three of them knew that Su Mu had an inexplicable and intense interest in scriptures, talismans, and the like.

At this point, it's still necessary to spend so much effort to worship at an old, abandoned temple that has long been neglected.

It's absolutely hilarious.

I'm afraid that even real Taoist priests and monks are far less devout and earnest than Su Mu appears at this moment.

In the dilapidated and abandoned shrine.

After working for half a day, Su Mu was covered in dust and looked disheveled.

The twelve ancestral shaman statues are extremely tall and vary in size.

Every corner needs to be wiped clean, which takes a very long time.

Fortunately, there was a stream flowing down from the mountain next to the Ancestral Temple, which provided Sumu with a clean cloth so that he could use the clean water to wipe the statue.

"Look at that outsider you've taken a liking to. It's hilarious that he's cleaning up that old temple in the village that nobody cares about anymore. Is he out of his mind? Hahaha."

"This temple is said to have existed since my great-great-grandfather's generation. It was already there when our village settled here, but it is not depicted in any statues or paintings. The elders say it represents twelve wild gods."

"It is a demonic practice that uses spirits and monsters to trick people into offering incense and prayers in order to achieve immortality."

"That's why no one has paid attention to it for so many years."

"I heard that there used to be some jewelry and bronze artifacts in this temple, but they were all looted by a group of bandits who came here to take refuge after the army was defeated. The statues were also smashed to pieces."

"If there truly is a God, He would have already taken revenge on those bandits, instead of just silently enduring humiliation..."

The villagers near the shaman temple kept pointing and whispering about Sumu, who was busy working in the distance.

Since the outbreak of wars around the world, people have generally stopped believing in the protection of gods and immortals in these legends.

Moreover, the statues in this temple are not as majestic and imposing as those found in ordinary Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries.

They were all different from normal human beings.

【Dijiang】

【Jumang】

Zhurong

Harvest

Gonggong

【Xuanming】

Houtu

【Qiang Liang】

【Zhu Jiuyin】

【Tianwu】

【Xi Zi】

Luxury is worse than a corpse

After Su Mu wiped the statues of the ancestral witches clean, the names of the deities appeared on their tops.

This shaman temple contains only the statues of these twelve ancestral shamans.

Great shamans such as Chi You, Xing Tian, ​​Xiang Liu, and Kua Fu were not worthy of being enshrined in this ancestral temple.

After wiping.

Su Mu took out a tinderbox, lit the incense in his hand, and inserted it into the gap between the bricks in front of the statue.

There should have been a sandalwood tree here, but someone probably saw its value and took it.

"I don't know what happened in ancient times that made the witch clan so weak, that even your descendants don't remember that there were ever twelve ancestral witches in this world."

"In this world, at this very moment, perhaps only I, Su Mu, still know the names of you twelve witches and your glorious past."

"I am a human, not of your kind, but if you wish for the name of the Witch Clan to resound once more throughout this land, then I hope you can entrust this mission to me."

"This young human, Su Mu, kneels and kowtows before the Ancestral Witches. May your miracles descend upon this earthly land once more, may the Witch Clan prosper forever, and may the will of the Ancestral Witches be passed down."

Su Mu knelt down, flicking his sleeves, and began to kowtow, speaking from the bottom of his heart.

This was the first time Su Mu had encountered a system display item of the type "temple".

This damn system didn't even give me a hint about obtaining the Witch's Legacy; it just briefly assigned Su Mu a task.

Therefore, Su Mu himself did not know whether this method was really feasible.

However, just now, while wiping the statue of the Ancestral Witch, looking at the terrifying identity and name of those figures who were all powerful and influential in ancient times, a wave of shock surged through my heart.

The true bloodline of the Pangu clan is right before your eyes!