Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 724 Midnight Sacrifice
"They really came!"

Shang Lu immediately stopped practicing the "Heart Sutra of Supreme Goodness Like Water" and activated the witch's seal.

Today in Wushan, not only were a large number of traitors from the Weiwu Yamen mobilized, but also people from the Wucheng Bingmasi and the Thief Caoshu, among other yamen, participated in a carpet search of Wushan City.

Many people have been arrested, but it's hard to say exactly how many of them are witches.

With so many people arrested, there were naturally not enough cells. Shang Lu had already predicted that there would be some activity in the prison within the next couple of days.

He volunteered to stay on night watch tonight in order to wait for news of Ying Gu.

His wait was not in vain.

Shang Lu secretly established contact with the Shadow Gu and, with its help, glimpsed the situation inside the prison of the Weiwu Yamen.

A few days ago, the two guards who were sent to this prison were subjected to inhuman torture. They were covered in wounds, as if they had been cut into pieces!
The blood on their bodies dried and then became wet again, forming a thick, sticky paste.

Numerous worms wriggled and gnawed at their flesh amidst the wounds covering their bodies, preventing their wounds from healing and causing them to continue to worsen.

In addition to physical torture, there was also considerable mental anguish.

In this cell covered with strange witchcraft symbols, there were several skulls.

These skulls seemed alive, with deep blue ghostly flames flickering in each of their eye sockets.

They are all eerie remnant spirits, capable of emitting sharp, high-pitched roars that penetrate directly into the human brain.

Even if your eardrums are punctured, the roars of these skulls can still penetrate your mind and damage your consciousness.

For the two guardian witches, the physical torture was nothing compared to the mental torment and damage inflicted by these skulls!

Even Shang Lu, when he glimpsed the situation here through the Shadow Gu, was harassed by the roars of these skulls.

If it weren't for Shang Lu's cultivation level, which had already led him to enlightenment, and the blessing of the Mind Image and the Heart Sutra, he would probably have suffered severe damage!
At this moment, in this foul-smelling, cramped cell, besides the shaman covered in wounds, there were several other people standing there.

They were not afraid of the skull's shriek, because their ears were stuffed with strange sorcerous runes. Foul-smelling blood seeped and dripped from the runes, staining their ears and cheeks red.

These few were completely indifferent, only coldly staring at the two guards who were covered in wounds and suffering mental anguish.

The person in the center was tall and slender, dressed in a dark red witch's robe, and had a strange black nose that looked like a dog's nose.

He spoke coldly, his words carrying a condescending threat: "For the sake of our former comrades, I'll give you one last chance. If you swear an oath of loyalty to the King and reveal any information you know about traitors, I can spare your lives..."

Before the red-robed wizard could finish speaking, the two guard wizards, their faces contorted in pain and their spirits broken, both raised their heads.

One of them spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm at him and cursed, "Pah!"

The other person sneered: "Traitors? Aren't you all traitors? You want me to join you? Dream on!"

The bloody sputum didn't land on the red-robed wizard; it was blocked by his protective magical aura and turned into smoke amidst a series of hissing sounds.

The red-robed wizard's face immediately turned ugly after being scolded.

He grunted, "If you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me! You'll soon find out what it means to wish you were dead! I hope you won't regret your choice then."

After making a series of threats, he raised his hand and waved: "Take him away!"

The group of shamans wearing Nuo masks immediately rushed forward and took the two guard shamans off the rack.

However, instead of removing the shackles and restraints from them, he took out two talismans, stuck them on their foreheads, and then took out a bell and rang it.

Amidst the clanging of bells, two extremely weak shamans began to move uncontrollably, leaping out of the cell behind the group of Nuo-masked shamans.

It's like a walking corpse being controlled by a corpse-driver.

The Shadow Gu, hidden in the shadows of the two guards, silently followed them out of the cell.

Neither the red-robed wizard who came to make the final offer of surrender nor the group of wizards wearing Nuo masks noticed its presence.

Outside the cell, a dozen people were already standing in the narrow corridor.

They were all witches who had been deceived and captured and brought here.

Tonight, they will all be sent away to make room for the newly arrested people.

Each guard shaman had a shamanic symbol pasted on their forehead, and with the clanging of a bell, they jumped straight out of the prison.

Outside the prison, it was pitch black; there was not a single ray of light, not even moonlight or starlight.

But this had no effect on pokeweed.

With the help of the five internal organs, even in the darkest of nights, pokeweed can still see clearly.

At that moment, through the Shadow Gu, he could clearly see that there were many sedan chairs placed on the open ground outside the prison.

However, all these sedan chairs were made of paper, including the group of "people" carrying them.

As the guards followed the sound of bells and jumped out of the prison, large flowers flew out of the sedan chair and landed on the group of guards.

It really did look like the sacrificial offerings made during festivals and when worshipping the gods. But the sacrificial offerings were all adorned with big red flowers. And what flew onto the shaman was a bunch of white paper flowers.

It doesn't seem like an offering to a god; it's more like feeding a ghost.

"Put the sacrificial offerings on the sedan chair!"

At the command of the red-robed wizard, the masked wizards shook the bells in their hands quickly and urgently.

With his body under control, Wei Wu immediately boarded the paper sedan chair on his own.

The paper sedan chairs, which looked like they would fall apart at the slightest touch, were surprisingly sturdy. Not only did they not collapse from being sat on by these people, they even held them up.

The mist that the Snake Hunting and the Mountain Lord and Cloud Lord had mentioned before surged up at this moment, instantly enveloping the surroundings.

Even the pokeweed could not see completely through the fog; it could only barely make out some outlines of the surroundings.

Through the Shadow Gu, he could sense that the paper sedan chairs had already begun to move.

The paper figures carried the shaman, their feet treading on the eerie wind, and drifted out of the shaman's office.

At the front and back of the procession, there were paper figures playing gongs, drums, and suonas, leading the way and bringing up the rear.

Although he couldn't see clearly what was happening in the mist, Shang Lu could guess that there must be countless eyes hidden in the mist, both watching these guardian witches to prevent them from escaping and waiting for them to come to them.

The red-robed wizard leading the group even deliberately had the masked wizard continue shaking the bells, making a commotion.

This is not mentioned in the descriptions of the Snake's hunting expeditions and the descriptions of the Mountain Lord and Cloud Lord.

Clearly, these guys not only wanted to free up the prison cells, but also wanted to use this opportunity to lure out the other guards and witches hiding in Wushan City, so they could catch them like turtles in a jar.

Unfortunately, their plan did not work out.

The journey was smooth and uneventful; they encountered nothing along the way.

Soon, the procession carrying the sacrificial offerings entered the palace opposite the royal palace amidst the sounds of music and drums.

The altar for offering sacrifices to the gods is located here.

"What a pity, the rat was too cautious."

Standing at the foot of the Circular Mound Altar, the red-robed wizard sighed, his tone full of regret.

Just as Shang Lu had guessed, they deliberately made a big fuss tonight in order to lure out the Wei Wu hiding in Wushan City, and preferably the Si Snake that they had failed to capture today.

Unfortunately, their tricks were probably seen through by the Snake Patrol and his men, and they didn't fall for it at all.

The red-robed wizard then turned his gaze to the guards who had been carried there by paper figures and paper sedan chairs, and said with a cold sneer, "It seems that your lives and deaths are not valued by them. Are you really willing to put yourselves in a situation worse than death for these people?"

No one paid any attention to him.

The shamans who were carried in the paper sedan chair thought he was just talking nonsense.

The red-robed wizard gave a heavy, cold snort: "Since you're so eager to be sacrifices, then so be it!"

In the short time he was speaking, the shamans wearing Nuo masks had already surrounded the altar and begun to sing Nuo songs and perform Nuo dances.

In the pitch-black night, a group of people singing and dancing like this really seemed strange and eerie.

However, the circular altar made of jade stones underwent changes during the Nuo songs and dances.

A pervasive stench of decay and corruption emanated from beneath the Circular Mound Altar, quickly enveloping the entire palace.

The red-robed wizard raised his hands and chanted a prayer in an eerie tone and ancient language, essentially saying that they had come with offerings and were asking for the door to be opened.

A buzzing sound came from below the Circular Mound Altar, and then the entire Circular Mound Altar began to shake.

The next moment, thick, dragon-like vines burst forth from the ground, swaying constantly, as if they were eyeing the surrounding crowd with predatory intent, ready to devour them.

With a muffled rumble, the Circular Mound Altar disappeared, replaced by a deep abyss nestled among strange vines.

"Sacrifice!"

With a roar from the red-robed shaman, the masked shamans standing around the altar of the Circular Mound once again shook the bells in their hands.

The guardian spirits on the paper sedan chairs flew out to the sound of bells and headed straight for the dark abyss.

The shadow worms hidden in their shadows followed suit and leaped into the abyss.

The Nuo masked shamans around them began to sing Nuo songs and dances again. Although they were all wearing Nuo masks, one could still sense that they were much more tense than before.

It is easy to ask God but difficult to send Him away.

This sacrifice was no different.

Sure enough, even though these masked sorcerers were all on high alert, several people were still entangled by suddenly appearing vines and dragged into the abyss as the vines around the abyss receded...

(End of this chapter)