I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 51 Late Night Sacrifice
As night falls, faint moonlight shines into the room through the paper window, outlining a vague outline.

In the center of the room, Wei Xiuwen, dressed in a black robe, stood quietly, holding an ancient bamboo scroll with disturbing spells engraved in ancient characters.

The room was filled with burning black candles, the flames flickering and casting distorted shadows, as if invisible demons were wandering in the room.

An ancient bronze tripod was surrounded by candlelight and placed on a small makeshift altar. The tripod was filled with bright red liquid, which was unknown whether it was blood or some strange potion.

The air was filled with an indescribable smell, a mixture of decay and mystery that made people feel suffocated.

Suddenly, Wei Xiuwen began to chant in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and strange, as if it came from a distant alien world. His fingers drew strange symbols in the air, and every time he waved his fingers, a gust of cold wind was brought up.

As the spell deepened, the atmosphere in the room became more oppressive, as if an invisible force was gathering.

Suddenly, the bronze tripod on the altar made a low sound, and the red liquid began to roll, as if something was about to break out.

At the same time, on the soft bed behind Wei Xiuwen, his son Wei Jizu began to twitch slightly, and the evil spirit head on his chest squirmed wildly, as if he felt a huge threat.

Seeing this scene, a hint of fanaticism flashed in Wei Xiuwen's eyes. He continued to chant, his voice getting higher and higher, more and more rapid, as if calling on some ancient existence.

The shadows in the room became increasingly distorted, as if they would materialize at any moment and break through the wall of another world.

At this moment, a dazzling light burst out from Wei Jizu's chest, and a huge skull with high cheekbones was hidden in the light. It pounced towards the bronze tripod and dived into the boiling blood.

Wei Xiuwen seized the opportunity and fiercely inserted the bamboo slip in his hand into the bronze tripod. The roiling liquid solidified instantly, like a piece of dark red amber, sealing the skull with flaming eyes inside...

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Li Qingyun, who witnessed all this in the temple through divination, was dumbfounded.

When he looked at Wei Jizu lying on the couch again, he was surprised to find that the child had fallen into a deep sleep.

Although his face was still haggard, the little guy's breathing was steady and his expression was peaceful. The strange evil spirit head on his chest had disappeared, and it seemed that he had really escaped from danger.

What the hell is this?

Li Qingyun was puzzled. Although he had limited knowledge of the mysterious world, he could see that the sacrifice presided over by Wei Xiuwen was quite evil and did not resemble the orthodox and rigorous Tianmu ritual at all.

Moreover, Wei Xiuwen had already violated the precepts of the Tianmu Sect. Even if he had a hundred courage, he would not dare to pray to the Tianmu for power to protect his illegitimate son.

Could this be some evil technique he obtained at the trade fair?
Considering what Song Ke had said before about having met Wei Xiuwen at a trade fair, Li Qingyun felt that this possibility was quite high.

However, the hidden dangers of this strange ritual of unknown origin may not be less than those of evil spirits.

Forget it, at least the child is fine for now. I can just continue to observe Wei Xiuwen's movements in the future.

Finally, Li Qingyun once again divined the risks of attending the banquet at Zuiyang Tower tomorrow, and was told that the danger was not great and there would be no bloodshed. He felt that everything had been arranged properly, and his tense nerves were slightly relieved.

He reached out and touched the thick stack of banknotes under his pillow. His mood immediately improved a lot. He soon fell asleep in his clothes.

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At the same time, in Tianbo Mansion.

The girl in night clothes climbed over the courtyard wall and looked around to see that there was no one around. A playful smile appeared on her bright face. She moved as nimbly as a cat and tiptoed inside, as silent as a night elf.

However, just after she took a few steps, she suddenly felt the scenery in front of her eyes changing rapidly, and the world was spinning around. The next moment, she came to a brightly lit study.

"Jinhua, you are becoming more and more courageous..."

The person who spoke was a very beautiful woman, with golden hairpins on her temples, fair skin, and charming and bright like a hibiscus or crabapple. She looked to be in her early twenties, young and youthful, but in fact she was already over 40. She was sitting upright on the armchair, wearing light green leather armor, with three shining flying knives stuck behind her. Her eyes were as bright as lacquer, full of vicissitudes, and faintly revealed a fierce aura, which made people dare not look directly at her.

This is none other than the actual head of the Tianbo Yang Mansion, Marquis Hun Tian Mu Guiying.

The girl in black who was scolded by her was her beloved daughter Yang Jinhua.

When Yang Jinhua saw Mu Guiying, she was like a deflated ball and murmured in a low voice:

"Mom, I went to investigate a case..."

Mu Guiying raised the corners of her mouth slightly and sneered:
"Oh, what did you find out? Tell me about it."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jinhua immediately took out two puppets from her arms:
"I went to check on the people of the Wu Shi Cult. Look, I got two of their 'holy objects'."

Mu Guiying looked at the pair of puppets and asked:
"You bought it at the trade fair, right? Where's the aura on it? Why is it gone?"

When Yang Jinhua heard her mother tell her where she was going, she pursed her lips:
"Mom, do you know everything?"

Mu Guiying said coldly:
"Do you think you can hide this ability from me? Paifeng girl has been following you all the way. I know everything you do."

It turns out that Sister Paifeng has been following me all the time... Upon hearing this, Yang Jinhua turned her gaze to the "Fire Marshal" Yang Paifeng who was standing upright next to Mu Guiying.

She saw that the other person was wearing a fiery red military uniform with a black fire stick on his waist. He looked heroic and outstanding, with a smile in his eyes, looking at her.

Yang Jinhua nodded helplessly and said:
"Yes, I went to the trade fair at Xuanwu Pavilion, hoping to see the world, but these two puppets were just like this when I bought them. There is no aura on them."

Mu Guiying glanced at Yang Jinhua with her eyes slanted:
"I don't think you dare to mess with the filthy evil spirit on it, so leave it here and let me take a look.

"Hand over the golden tablet now."

Yang Jinhua took out the golden tablet from her sleeve and handed it over together with the puppet.

Mu Guiying looked displeased:
"It's ok that you ran out in the middle of the night, but you actually dared to steal my mother's things and bring them outside. There are divine runes on this golden tablet. If ordinary people keep their eyes on it for too long, they will suffer mental shock and lose their reason. If it falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it will cause death."

Yang Jinhua said unconvincedly:
"But I was very careful, and I also found out the meaning of the runes on it."

Mu Guiying turned her head to look at Yang Paifeng beside her, and then said to Yang Jinhua:
"Then tell me, what is the meaning of this golden tablet, and how did you find out?"

Yang Jinhua said proudly:

"There are four such golden tablets in total. The symbol on this one represents the ancient mythical beast Taotie. Am I right?"

When Mu Guiying heard this, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she said calmly:
"Whether it's right or not, where did you hear this from?"

Yang Jinhua straightened her chest, with unconcealable pride in her eyes:
"I paid for this information. The person who sold it to me wore a mask, and I don't know his identity, but his cultivation must be very high, because he was able to stare at the golden scroll for a long time without any signs of losing control."

She was very excited, and every word she spoke seemed to glow with youthful vitality and pride.

Mu Guiying lowered her eyelids, not knowing what she was thinking. After a while, she waved her hand:
"Okay, I get it. You can go now. If this happens again, don't blame me for being rude."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jinhua felt as if she had been pardoned. She quickly said goodbye and skipped out of the study.

Seeing her daughter leave, Mu Guiying looked at Yang Paifeng and said, "Girl, can you find out who had contact with Jinhua at the trade fair? I want to meet that person."

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(End of this chapter)