Chapter 590 Meng Si
"Zhang Mingli's abilities related to Dreams were deprived of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, and his memory was also deciphered. Only the curse from the deep world on him made Yongsheng Pharmaceutical helpless. Those curses stuck to the depths of his soul. As long as his soul was scattered, it would explode completely. This is also one of the reasons why Yongsheng Pharmaceutical did not dare to kill Zhang Mingli." Fu Shu's face was solemn. He stared at the ghosts wearing Huang Daxian skins around Zhemeng Town: "The appearance of those curses also shows that there was an indescribable among the saviors who were extremely good at cursing."
"Don't think so much for now. We have no conflicts of interests with Zhang Mingli." Gao Ming was not a tester of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical at all. He was here to save Zhang Mingli, so now he was happier than anyone else when he saw the strength and means he showed.
"What do you know? Zhang Mingli is trying to target the entire town. How can there be a full egg in the vast nest?" Fu Shu seemed to be a little older: "When I built Zhemeng Town, the worst situation that I had been avoiding was still there. Yongsheng Pharmaceutical kept forcing Zhang Mingli. It seems that all the old friends I am familiar with were replaced. Yongsheng Pharmaceutical is no longer the same as Yongsheng Pharmaceutical in the past."
"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 to test should be ruined. I don't understand why those saviors 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 also made great contributions when the disaster came, 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 how Gao Ming would target Yongsheng Pharmaceutical in the future. "It's a sin."
Zhemeng Town, in the third update, 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 scammering 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 Xi 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 Xi has occupied the God of Xi, and it is all messed up."
When Fu Shu started to whisper, the sound of sharpening the knife in Xi's house suddenly paused, and Gao Ming felt a chilling spine. 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 is better to say that the butcher is strong, it is 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 a talented tester. After releasing the nightmare, Gao Ming dared to fight Xi Shen.
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 ancestral hall?"
Gao Ming had been to the ancestral hall when he was patrolling the night with his husband. The place made him feel very uncomfortable, and it made him 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.
"There was not so terrifying in the third day of the year..." 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 ghost road in the underworld.
At the end of the main road, in front of the dark ancestral hall of the town, a white cloth account room that can accommodate more than 30 people was erected, facing north and south, with clouds and water patterns embedded in the four corners of the roof, and five bats and a stag were embroidered in the middle, meaning five blessings to support longevity.
In addition to the account room, there are 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 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 a sacred servant, responsible for incense and guarding the ancestral hall. He is widowed and has no children. He is just an ordinary person and is not a big threat. What you need to pay attention to is that the face in the middle of the account room is occupied by various tattoos, and he has lost 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 inches of red cloth, and flower arrangement on his temples. He was singing, dancing and enjoying himself, and was performing in a certain direction, which is the so-called praise of the gods and entertaining the gods. "He is Mengsi of Zhemeng Town. You can also understand it as the mayor, who is in charge of religious sacrifices in villages, presides over production activities, and regulates disputes. It is generally the one who is fair, courageous and most prestigious." Fu Shu showed a difficult look: "I designed it at the beginning, but later Mengsi would go crazy as soon as she took office. The townsmen simply let God choose, and the chosen ones will be erased, including appearance, memory and self. So it looks crazy, but it is the closest person among all the townsmen to God."
The song ended and the Mengsi, with tattooed face, 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. They seemed to be cutting open the clay sculpture and taking something from God's belly.
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"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 a force to 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 did have some incomprehensible mystery."
Put down, Gaoming approached the altar, and he saw it more 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.
(This chapter ends)