"Guest, there is a city god patrolling the streets today. The road ahead is difficult, so please stay for a day or two!"
This is a city on the border of Qiu State. Wang Fu stood on the bustling street, looking at the bustling crowd around him, feeling a little at a loss.
After crossing the rift valley, we arrived at the border of Qiu Kingdom in a few days, and the closest city was this city.
Compared with the previously desolate wilderness, Qiu's city was majestic and its people were numerous.
"Senior Brother Qiu's family fortune is quite rich!"
Qiu Bu is the prince of Qiu Kingdom. Although he is not the heir to the throne, if he does not practice cultivation but stays in his mother country to eat, drink and wait to die, he can be made a prince at least, and there are eight cities in his territory instead of ten.
"There's something!"
Wang Fu had no intention of staying for a while. When he was about to leave the border town, someone suddenly reminded him that he could not go any further.
City God patrolling the streets?
Is this some kind of local folk custom? It seems that the city god in his impression should be the ghosts and gods of the underworld.
He looked up and saw the dazzling sunlight. Yes, it was broad daylight. This shouldn't be the case!
"The City God is here!"
The excited sound came from afar, like a gust of wind blowing through the wheat field. The crowd knelt on the belt and shouted "City God" loudly in a certain direction.
The people walking on the street, including the soldiers guarding the border city, knelt on both sides of the road with pious expressions.
"Kneel down quickly and don't offend the City God."
There were also those who responded slowly. The companions next to them pulled their sleeves and quickly asked them to kneel down.
Wang Fu looked at himself. He seemed to be still standing, which was quite unexpected.
He is currently operating a secret technique from the Northland Codex, called the 'Snake Sleeping Breath Condensation Technique', which is taken from the phenomenon of a spiritual snake hibernating and hiding all breath.
By using this secret technique, all his cultivation has been restrained, and he is completely no different from ordinary people.
The situation in Qiu Country was complicated. Wang Fu not only put on the Seven Emotions Ghost Mask, but also changed his appearance, and even improved his cultivation.
At this moment, Wang Fu, from inside to outside, from top to bottom, was no different from an ordinary person.
He doesn't want to kneel down!
Wang Fu looked around, but no one noticed him. He took a few steps back and found a corner to hide.
He wanted to see what the city god was like.
Amidst the sound of gongs and drums, a group of people carried a tall wooden frame, on which sat a tall human figure, draped in red and colorful, and gradually came to the front amid the smoke.
Wang Fu's eyes widened, this is...
The people kneeling on the ground were shouting endlessly, and the City God who was kowtowing and worshiping was just a clay sculpture.
"Um?"
Wang Fu noticed something unusual about the clay sculpture. This was no ordinary statue.
All you can see is a pair of clay sculpture eyes. White clay and black clay are carefully mixed to create black and white pupils, which look lifelike.
Wang Fu noticed that the muscle texture of this clay sculpture was as clear as a fleshy body, especially the two eyes, which were extremely agile, as if they were gods looking down on all living beings.
"Ghost sex!"
Wang Fu held his chest and saw a clay sculpture. The core inside seemed to be the ghost nature of a fierce ghost.
The truth is revealed. The city god whom the soldiers and civilians of this border town collectively worship is actually a fierce ghost.
Can you still play like this?
Wang Fu's eyes were opened. He originally thought that the ghost country on earth was a place where ghosts stole the bodies of officials and nobles, stole their titles and enslaved the people.
However, people don't play this low-level game at all.
This fierce ghost directly disguises himself as a god. Looking at this border town, no one dares to question his identity and status.
"Well!"
This clay sculpture has a ray of ghost nature that has been differentiated from a fierce ghost. It is essentially a clone. His eyes scanned the crowd and every detail was revealed.
When the city god patrols the streets, it is the usual territory of evil ghosts, an act to show their power.
Although Wang Fu saw the truth, he did not want to get involved in the matter. The top priority was to rush to the capital to join Qiu Bu and his party.
Therefore, when he used the 'Snake Sleep Breath Condensation Technique', the magic power in his body completely disappeared without a trace, and he was completely no different from ordinary people.
Li Gui's eyes swept over him, not noticing anything unusual, and quickly moved away.
next moment……
Exclamations rang out from the crowd next to the clay sculpture, "The City God said that there is a demon hiding."
Wang Fu's heart skipped a beat, he had been exposed, he couldn't!
Whoosh!
Among the crowd, two or three figures jumped up and quickly ran in the opposite direction.
"Practitioner!"
Only then did Wang Fu notice that the so-called demons were actually several practitioners, all of whom had attained the cultivation level of Qu.
The local environment is so bad, and the Jiuqu monks are so miserable that they are called monsters?
It should be noted that in Yunyang Temple, all practitioners kill evil spirits for the people, and the people are polite and regard them as great saviors.
There were three practitioners exposed, and they didn't dare to stay, so they turned around and ran away.
The crowd around them started to boil. The people picked up the wooden sticks, flagpoles and various utensils around them, and chased after them, shouting to fight and kill.
The soldiers guarding the city also formed a formation and surrounded them from the left and right wings.
Wang Fu shook his head. These people were ordinary mortals. To rashly pursue Monk Ruqu was to seek death.
Sure enough, the last person among the three people raised his hand and saw a cloud of black sand, which spread out in the wind and covered a large crowd, a total of three to two hundred people.
Plop, plop, the black sand penetrated into the flesh, killing him immediately. The people who chased him killed more than 200 people on the spot.
Wang Fu's eyes twitched when he saw this. These wild Taoist priests were so unscrupulous in killing evildoers like this!
"Bless me, Lord City God, and I will never let these monsters go!"
According to common sense, when a rabbit dies and a fox grieves, everything harms its own kind. If a wave of attacks takes away more than two hundred civilians, other soldiers and civilians should theoretically calm down.
The reality is just the opposite. Everyone is becoming more and more fanatical, and more and more people are brave enough to chase after them.
"Go!"
Another monk who entered the music took action and hit three pebbles. The size of the pebbles exploded to the size of a millstone, rolling down the street and crushing the crowd directly.
There is only one sentence that can describe the tragic situation: "There are mosaics everywhere."
Wang Fu felt it was outrageous. As a practitioner, how could he torture and kill mortals like this?
At this time, the ghost nature in the clay sculpture finally reacted.
"Bold demons bully the people, and I will never sit idly by and ignore them."
The clay sculpture suddenly stood up and stepped on the void. It did not fall to the ground, but walked through the void. As fast as the wind and lightning, it crossed the crowd and caught up with the three fleeing practitioners.
"You stupid people are helping ghosts to do harm. One day, you are going to kill all of you ghost minions!"
The clay sculpture grinned, with a lively expression on his face, and the cracked mud layer rustled away. He raised his palms, with a look of arrogance overlooking all living beings on his face.
Three rings flew out from the palm of the hand, and they were accurate, and they caught the three practitioners who were practicing music.
The thumps came one after another.
In the blink of an eye, the three monks fell to the ground, unable to resist, completely transformed into lambs to be slaughtered.
"Pull it out and soak it in the manure tank!"
The surviving people raised their sticks and cheered, while at their feet were their dead relatives and friends, with a look of fanaticism and excitement on their faces.
"Monsters should be dipped in dung vats!"
Wang Fu stood in the corner, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became. What happened to Qiu State? The people were not like humans, the ghosts were not like ghosts, and the practitioners did not look like they were caring for the world. Everything was in chaos.
Could it be that this is what a ghost country on earth should look like?