I have a cave of evil

Zhu Yao's body still had a high fever, and his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes confused. However, in the absence of medicine, his condition gradually stabilized and did not worsen.

"You asked about the red scales! Then you have to thank the old priest. I didn't expect the old priest to plant a spell in your body."

Santa sat cross-legged on the ground, pondered, and said, "This is a sacrificial technique, a secret witchcraft passed down by priests. Generally, only old tribes have this kind of inheritance. Priests pass on priests. It's very mysterious."

"You have studied with the old priest for several years, haven't you seen it?"

Zhu Yao shook his head.

"It's probably because the old priest has some concerns, or your performance has not satisfied the old priest." Santa trusted the old priest to the point of blind obedience.

"Anyway, you are already a priest, and sooner or later you will come into contact with this aspect. Let me tell you everything I know!" Santa frowned, trying to organize his words, seeing no one around, whispered: "The old priest's technique It is called [Spirit God Locking Art], it can store part of the power of the totem god in the target body, when the target body is injured, this part of power will be unsealed, and the wound will be healed, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as it does not die on the spot, it will It can be suspended temporarily, then treated slowly, and finally recovered."

He took off the animal skin clothes on his upper body. Scars of various shapes criss-crossed inside, and there was almost no good flesh. "Look at the scars on my body, many of them are fatal wounds. Just relying on the old priest's technique, I am on the verge of death." I danced countless times, but I came back alive."

"here!"

Santa pointed to the middle of the two ribs, which is probably the stomach. The skin there is more pink than other places, and the scar is a circle the size of an egg.

Santa's expression was calm, as if he was telling a story he had heard, "At that time, I just knocked over a warrior of the Blood Skull tribe. A black shadow flashed, and before my body could react, I was thrown by the Blood Skull commander." There was a hole in the front and back of the spear."

"I thought I would die for sure, but I didn't expect that after the war, relying on the old priest's skills, I climbed out from the mountain of corpses again."

"I don't know how many times this has happened. Whenever I think I must die, this technique can save my life."

"Your father didn't have such luck. His head was smashed on the spot, and he couldn't be saved."

"At first I thought that the old priest only planted spells on our two brothers, but I didn't expect to have it on you too. It's really hard for the old priest. I don't know how to fool the big python god."

Don't talk about such a scary thing with a flat face, hey!

Zhu Yao stroked the red scales on his arm, feeling cold to the touch, like the touch of a snake. The scales were thick and small, in a symmetrical hexagonal shape, and the edges fit together to form a layer of scale-like leather. The rest of the wounds on his body grew out Exactly the same scales.

"This is a snake scale." Santa explained: "The old priest said that when the wound heals, something similar to the totem god will be produced. When the wound is almost healed, the power of the totem god in your body will be consumed. The scales will slowly fade away and return to their original appearance."

Zhu Yao was a little excited. With this kind of secret technique by his side, wouldn't it be equivalent to saving a few lives?Then he asked, "How many times can you use the spirit-spirit lock-up technique?"

"once."

"After using it once, the old priest must use it again to make it work better next time. But it's a bit strange!"

Santa scratched his head, thinking for a long time, full of doubts: "Every time the old priest performs the life-locking technique, he needs to prepare a large number of live sacrifices in exchange for the power of the totem god. I participate in every live sacrifice. I haven't performed a sacrificial technique on you!"

Zhu Yao's memory is incomplete, and he said with a dry smile: "Maybe you missed it! After all, you can't remember it every time."

"No, no, you don't know the greed of the boa constrictor god. The living sacrifices to it are all the beasts I hunted. I can even recall the details of fighting each prey. Naturally, I remember the sacrifices of each sacrificial technique. art object."

"strangeness!"

Zhu Yao thought of the white light group before he fell into a coma, and the old introduction.

"Barney the psychic."

The name of the old priest may be the sacrificial technique that the old priest planted on himself at that time!

Santa gave up thinking: "Forget it, don't think about it! It's not important. When will you organize the funeral of the three old people? It's been three days, and the corpses are already swollen."

Zhu Yao squinted his eyes to locate the position of the sun. The sky without industrial pollution is boundless blue, pure blue, like the deep sea hanging upside down, with misty white clouds, the sun deviates from the center, and gradually hangs to the west.

"Twilight! At dusk, when you meet God, may they be happy and happy in my lord's kingdom. But before that, you have to send the people of Wutu to hell first, and bear the fact that my lord has not received the sacrifice for two days anger."

Zhu Yao distorted his facial features and showed hatred, "Only a large-scale blood sacrifice can appease my lord's anger."

Santa said solemnly: "Don't worry! There are tribes of Wutu people all over the mountains and plains here. I will definitely offer a satisfactory number of sacrifices to my lord."

Zhu Yao lamented in his heart that he had really gone further and further on the road of acting and deceiving others. In fact, thinking about it differently, if his child was killed by others, he would retaliate desperately. From the perspective of Wutu people, his side It is the villain.

But...it's about survival, no need to understand!

Conquer and destroy.

Zhu Yao chose the former.

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At the same time, thousands of miles away, in a pitch-black mountain range, the huge body of the python god left winding traces on the ground. If Santa were here, he would not be able to recognize that this ugly snake was once a member of the tribe. totem god.

"Dark ghost! Dark ghost! Come out and meet me!"

The python god tried to exude spiritual fluctuations, communicating with a certain existence in Montenegro.

"Save me! Save me!"

The spiritual fluctuations of the python god were mixed with painful wails.

Its condition is very bad. The thick-waisted body of the two people shrunk twice. The smooth and neat scales became gray and broken. Numerous yellow and green pustules grew in the gaps between the scales. As it moved, it exploded. Thick and disgusting pus flowed out, and then pustules grew again at the ruptured place, absorbing the nutrients in the flesh and blood, forming pus, and finally flowed out of the body, repeating itself and continuing the cycle.

Some worms passed through the pus, and instantly turned into a puddle of pus, melting into the pus.

The trees, flowers and plants in Montenegro are all black, and the sun is clearly high in the sky, but there is no sunlight in Montenegro, but as the boa constrictor advances, the pus in the pustules splashes onto the surrounding plants, and these plants die and collapse quickly. Beams of light began to shine in.

"Damn bugs, get out of Montenegro, the sun isn't welcome here."

Sharp spiritual fluctuations scolded.

The Great Python God suddenly had hope, and the spiritual fluctuations spread wildly, calling for the master of the spiritual fluctuations in Montenegro.

"Dark Ghost! Help me! I am Red Python."

"Red python?"

A large black mist suddenly appeared around it, covering the sunlight in the sky, and the heavy footsteps from far to near, almost connected into one sound, came to the body of the python god in an instant.

This is a stone statue, life-size, with mottled and cracked appearance, and it can be seen that it is a woman. Seeing the miserable appearance of the red python, it was surprised and said: "How did you become such a disgusting appearance?"

Before the python god could reply, the dark ghost stretched out his hand, and the surrounding black mist cut off a piece of flesh and blood from the python god's body like a sharp blade, with several pustules swollen on it.

When the dark ghost touched it lightly, the pustule exploded with a "pop", and the pus splashed into the black mist, making the sound of cold water pouring into the oil pan.

The dark ghost seemed to have seen something terrible, and suddenly backed away, a distance of more than ten steps away from the python god, and screamed: "Damn it! The curse of the ancient king, why did you mess with this thing?"

"Human...that old thing...priest..."

Seeing the savior, the python god's tense body and mind finally relaxed, and he talked about all the things that happened recently.

The more the dark ghost listened, the more the surrounding black mist rolled, and finally laughed shrilly: "Idiot! I'm so stupid! I laughed so hard hahahaha!"

It pointed at the python god, whose hard body bent down like a human being and laughed, dropping stone chips, "It's fine for you to be a totem god, you idiot, but you actually escaped before the crucial battle of life and death, laughing to death!" Hahaha!"

"The last time I saw such a stupid guy was 300 years ago."

The big python god became angry from embarrassment and roared angrily.

The dark ghost laughed even more, squatting on the ground and banging on the ground, he burst into tears, and asked, "Before you ran away, didn't your intuition tell you that doing so was dangerous?"

The python god shook his head and snorted coldly: "My intuition tells me that it is more dangerous to fight the blood skull god."

"So you are an idiot." The dark ghost covered his face and suppressed a smile: "Even if you want to escape, you have to wait until all the members of the tribe are dead. This is the contract made by the ancient king and all the spirits."

"Fortunately, the priest who served you also broke the contract. He stole your soul power without authorization and shared part of the power of the curse, otherwise you would have been puddles of pus."

"I can't take this body anymore, come on! I'll change your body, and then go find the remnants of that tribe, kill them all, and get back your incomplete soul power. At that time, you will still be the overlord of the mountains, and the beasts will be terrified!" source."