After Tian Deping entered the secret room, he first went to another altar and wiped the table clean with silk cloth.
Tian Deping looked at the altar and brushed the table with his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.
After a long time, Tian Deping turned around and walked to the horse dancing altar.
“I’ve been very busy and nervous during this period,”
Tian Deping looked at the dancing horse's body, his longing eyes like an out-of-control hungry wolf, leaping out from his almost isosceles triangle eyes,
"It's so fulfilling that I almost forgot where I picked you up - it seemed like it was on a tree,"
Tian Deping walked slowly towards the altar, his steps light and graceful, as if he was stepping on a mass of death mist rising from the netherworld.
"You are like a meteor, sliding down from the sky and falling into the tree canopy - you fell from such a high place, but nothing happened.
I have looked at it, and there is no blood, no scars, no clothes, and it is slippery all over the body - this is a miracle that can only be created by God."
Dancing Horse couldn't control his body, but his mind was filled with goosebumps.
Wu Ma was very sure that the person standing in front of him was a complete pervert.
"At that time, I felt that you were different,"
Tian Deping looked up at the sky, looking far into the distance, as if he really saw the night sky full of stars.
"You are God's gift to us.
You are full of vitality, strong as dragons and tigers... Even the sacrifices failed to drain your flesh and blood.
More importantly, your body contains huge treasures, and your spiritual objects are unique."
Tian Deping walked to the altar and his eyes turned into brooms and swept over the dancing horse's body over and over again. The dancing horse felt like a knife scraping its bones.
"It's a pity that the common man is not guilty, but the man with the jade is guilty.
You have to atone for yourself.
You need to make another sacrifice, let the blood dry, the flesh turn, the bones break, let the treasure escape from the prison of the soul, and give it to the person who really deserves it - you can also save a living and precious life.
life!
It will be over soon, the turmoil in Taiyuan, Li Yuan's ambition, and the crimes of a group of arrogant and rebellious ministers,"
Tian Deping suddenly smiled, as if relieved,
"And your grievances, your pain, your unwillingness, and your original sin will all be over."
Tian Deping put away his gaze and placed the "urn" in his hand on the altar, next to the dancing horse's head.
"This is the best tonic,"
Tian Deping opened the "urn" and found a thin layer of grease exuding a fishy smell inside.
"I have never been willing to use it,"
Tian Deping pinched Wu Ma's cheek and forced him to open his mouth.
Tian Deping took out a bronze "ear spoon" from his pocket, scooped out a spoonful of grease, stuffed it into the dancing horse's mouth, and lightly tapped the tongue coating, and the grease fell.
"When you end your life, you should have no regrets if you can eat such a treasure."
Wu Ma only felt that he had taken a bite of raw, extremely fishy fish oil.
Should I swallow this fish oil?
A great man once said, "Whatever the enemy opposes, we must support; whatever the enemy supports, we must oppose."
The dancing horse held its own throat with all its strength, guarding the last dam of life.
When the oil reaches your mouth, it will move on its own, slowly and forcefully.
It slid coldly through the dancing horse's throat, like an earthworm burrowing into the soil, and went all the way down the esophagus, moving forward inexorably.
When it reaches the stomach, it becomes a ball of fire, hot and scorching, and will burn the entire stomach.
When it reaches the intestines, it becomes a poison that penetrates the intestines, corrodes the intestines, and corrodes the consciousness and will of the dancing horse.
Dance the horse to force yourself to wake up.
There is a lot of information in Tian Deping's words.
There are two most critical pieces of information. One is a unique spiritual enlightenment object, which is most likely the "Picture Book".
The second is to save a person's life.
Whose life should be saved? The answer is very obvious, it is Tian Deping's.
This has to remind Wu Ma of a novel in which the protagonist Han Erluzi has the qualifications to cultivate immortality and meets the terminally ill Doctor Mo.
Doctor Mo wanted to seize Han Erluo's body, and gave him the elixir every day, just waiting for the time to come and occupy the magpie's nest.
Damn it, that’s right.
Tian Deping fell in love with the dancing horse's body.
Tian Deping wants to dance the horse.
The dancing horse had goosebumps all over his body.
In that novel, Han Erluozi can still move more or less freely, can secretly accumulate strength, and finally make a comeback.
But as for the dancing horse, he can only lie on the altar and be a salted fish.
As time goes by, the oil is gradually absorbed by the body, and the dancing horse's spirit becomes better and better.
Like a doped athlete.
My mind is clearer, and I feel that if I pick up a book at this moment, I can never forget the dancing horse.
The breathing is also very rhythmic and powerful, giving the illusion of knocking down a cow with one punch.
Wu Ma guessed that he looked good and his face was rosy.
Otherwise, why would Tian Deping look directly at him?
The ointment is indeed a tonic rather than a poison. It roams freely in the dancing horse's body, nourishing the blood and spirit.
Even the gray snake was expanding at a visible speed, making Wu Ma suspect that someone had installed an inflator tube on the tail of the gray snake.
Tian Deping suddenly reached out and touched the dancing horse's cheek.
Wu Ma felt that his hands were rough and thick, not like human hands. Tian Deping's touch was obviously very light, but Wu Ma felt that a huge force was pressing on his face, trying to flatten his cheeks.
The horse burst into tears.
"Good medicine tastes bitter," Tian Deping's eyes were kind and a little relieved, "but it will make you very comfortable...why are you crying?"
Tian Deping wiped away the tears from the dancing horse:
"Don't be sorry, don't be sad. Your life will not end. It will continue in the world in another form. It will be more brilliant, more dazzling, more beautiful...enjoy the last happiness."
After Tian Deping finished speaking, he left the secret room.
Wu Ma was so focused on dealing with the changes brought about by the ointment that she didn't even notice when Tian Deping left.
In the flesh and blood of the dancing horse, the ointment is like a piece of sugar dropped into the boiling water, melting quickly, and the sugar water scatters, feeding the gray snake, like a mother suckling a baby.
As a sacrifice, the dancing horse is becoming more and more qualified. Just like the animals in the slaughterhouse, they must be fat.
Dancing Horse has never been so energetic in his life.
Seeing the gray snake getting taller and denser, Wu Ma suddenly thought of something and condensed the gray snake's tail into the shape of a saw again.
The dancing horse raised the saw and cut the chain with a bang, and the severe burning pain hit him again.
The smoke suddenly rose like a wave, and a thin opening was cut on the chain. The tail of the gray snake became thinner, but soon more gray mist was added, making the tail denser and the saw sharper.
The gap in the chain tried to heal, but the violent sawing made its efforts futile, and the gap became wider and wider - as long as there was enough time, Wu Ma believed that he would be able to saw through the chain.
The problem is, there is not much time left for dancing horses.
The secret room was dark and silent, much like a morgue or a morgue.