Chapter 590 Dream Sacrifice

"Zhang Mingli's ability related to dreams was deprived of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, and his memory was also deciphered. Only the curse from the deep world on him left Eternal Life Pharmaceutical helpless. Those curses stuck to the depths of his soul, as long as his soul was scattered, it would be Complete explosion is also one of the reasons why Yongsheng Pharmaceutical dared not kill Zhang Mingli. "Fu Shu's face was solemn, and he stared at the ghosts wearing Huang Daxian skins around Zhemeng Town: "The appearance of those curses also shows that the past saviors were saved. Among the people, there is an indescribable person who is very good at cursing."

"Don't think so much, we have no conflicts of interest with Zhang Mingli." Gao Ming is not a tester of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical at all. He originally came to save Zhang Mingli, so now seeing Zhang Mingli's strength and means he compares who he has shown. All are happy.

"What do you know? Zhang Mingli is trying to target the entire town. How can there be a complete egg in the vast nest?" Fu Shu seemed to get older again: "When I built the Zhemeng Town, the worst situation that I had been avoiding was still happening, Yongsheng. Pharmaceuticals keeps forcing Zhang Mingli, and it seems that all the old friends I am familiar with have been replaced. The current Yongsheng Pharmaceutical is no longer the former Yongsheng Pharmaceutical."

"I like to sigh when I get older. Aren't these obvious things?" Gao Ming replied casually: "A company like Yongsheng Pharmaceutical that uses living people for experiments should be ruined. I don't understand the saviors in the past. Why would the person let them go?”

From Gao Ming's tone, Fu Shu could see that Gao Ming was completely different from those saviors at the time. Perhaps Gao Ming had suffered too many tortures, and he spoke and did things more directly.

"Yongsheng Pharmaceutical has made great contributions when the disaster comes, and these cannot be erased." Fu Shu was very stubborn, but did not continue this topic. From Gao Ming's attitude towards Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, he could already guess Gao Ming's. How will I target Yongsheng Pharmaceutical in the future?

"It's a sin."

In Zhemeng Town, which was so gloomy that it seemed that the rotten blood could be squeezed out from the air. Gao Ming and Fu Shu avoided a lot of trouble and slowly touched the vicinity of Xi'an.

The big red lantern on the door beam turned into two huge beast eyes full of blood. The walls and the ground were covered with blood from various livestock. The wedding banquet had ended, and only the creepy sound of sharpening knives remained in the house.

The butcher Zhu Ren finally got what he wanted and moved into the largest house in the town, but he still couldn't find the knife he lost.

"The God of Happiness has not come back. This place is smelly and is made like a slaughterhouse by the butcher." Fu Shu frowned and shook his head: "The God of Happiness has occupied the God of Happiness, and it is all messed up."

When Fu Shu started whispering, the sound of sharpening the knife in Xi's house suddenly paused. Gao Ming felt a chill in his back. He retreated back until ten meters away from Xi's house that the sound of sharpening the knife sounded again. .

"The butcher is so strong?" Gao Ming seemed to have been pushed by someone with a sharp knife.

"It's better to say that the butcher is strong, it's better to say that you can make the butcher feel threatened now." Fu Shu watched Gao Ming grow up all the way. Before he obtained the dream interpretation method, Gao Ming was at most an outstanding talent. Tester, after releasing the nightmare, Gao Ming dared to fight Xishen.

With his hand reached into his sleeve, Gao Ming touched the shrine and communicated with flesh and blood ghosts and gods. The blood-colored tattoos merged together. The flesh and blood ghosts and gods locked the other party's position little by little through the connection between Xixian's heart and Xi Shen.

"On the other side of the ancestral hall?"

Gao Ming had been to the ancestral hall when he was patrolling with the updater before. The place made him feel very uncomfortable, and it made him feel even more uncomfortable than the street where the Land Temple was located.

The body moved in the shadows, Gao Ming carried a living person on his back, but his movements were still agile, although this was related to the fact that Fu Shu was only half the weight of a normal adult.

The houses on both sides of the road are like vegetation in the ghost forest, "growing" at a speed visible to the naked eye, and obviously becoming "tall" than the second day of the day, and the yin and evil energy surrounding them are also increasing.

"It wasn't so scary in the third day before..." Fu Shu muttered alone, and he also found that the stone brick road leading to the ancestral hall was much wider than before. There was a faint yellow mud water seeping out from under the bricks and stones, like a yellow spring. Ghost Road.

At the end of the main road, in front of the dark ancestral hall of the town, a white cloth account room that could accommodate more than 30 people was erected, facing north and south, with clouds and water patterns embedded in the four corners of the roof, with five bats and a deer embroidered in the middle. , meaning five blessings to support longevity.

Outside the account room, there were uncolored statues of gods, including Dragon Prince, Houtu Niang, Heichi, Mr., etc., the appearances of gods and all living beings, on the table of incense offerings.

Several townsmen wearing strange silk walked around inside and outside the accounting room, holding various tributes in their hands.

"They seem to be pretending to be dirty for a statue of god." Fu Shu recognized several of them: "The old man with white hair and thin hair is like a fucking man, who is responsible for incense and guarding the ancestral hall, widowed and has no children. , He is an ordinary person and is not a big threat. What you need to pay attention to is the person in the middle of the account room who is occupied by various tattoos, loses his appearance, and cannot distinguish between age and gender."

Gao Ming looked in the direction Fu Shu said. There was a person in the center of the account room wearing embroidered shoes, embroidered vest, embroidered skirt, head tied with a wide red cloth belt, flower arrangement on his temples, singing, dancing and enjoying each other, facing each other Performance in a certain direction is called chanting the gods and entertaining the gods.

"He is the dream of Zhemeng Town. You can also understand it as the mayor of the town, who is in charge of religious sacrifices in villages, presides over production activities, and regulates disputes. It is generally the elder who is fair, courageous and most prestigious." Fu Shuwen said in "I designed it at first, but then Mengsi would go crazy as soon as he took office. The townspeople simply let God choose, and the chosen ones will be erased everything, including appearance, memory and self. So it It only looks crazy, but it is the closest person among all the townsmen to God."

The song ended and the dance stopped. Meng Si, who was full of tattoos, raised his arm and pointed to the uncolored clay sculptures outside the account room.

Several young men in the town walked out with their blades in their hands, as if they were to cut open the clay sculpture and take something from the belly of God.

"Gaoming, now is an opportunity for you." Fu Shu didn't know whether it was out of selfishness or really for Gaoming: "You go and take away those gods and keep them from destruction, and there will be something in the dark. We will protect you. When we designed Zhemeng Town, we put many clay sculptures from the deep world and other unknown areas into it, and some of them do have some incomprehensible mystery. "

He lowered his body and approached the altar. As he got closer, he could see clearly.

Deep in the white account, a figure that looked like Bai Huang was tied to the clay sculpture of the God of Joy. A group of people were about to cut open Bai Huang's body and put her organs into the clay sculpture.