C3 The Offering of the Priest(1)

"Yes."

The intense pain and the feeling of suffocation hit him. Qin Wen suddenly opened his eyes. With the help of the sparse starlight, he found himself buried in a thin layer of soil. He suddenly used his strength to rush out of the soil.

Surrounding him were uneven piles of soil, and the sparse grass gave off a feeling of ruin.

Qin Wen was shocked. He looked down at the broken bones on the pile of soil. His whole body trembled instinctively. This was actually a mass grave. He remembered that when he was chopping firewood in the building, a huge wave of tiredness assaulted him, and his vision gradually blurred. Even though he gritted his teeth and persisted, in the end, he still fainted.

That's right, that 500 jin of firewood was not within the range of his ability as a beggar. In the end, he let someone else randomly throw it around like a corpse. Fortunately, there were no wild dogs, or else it would have been torn to pieces long ago.

He crawled up with great difficulty. The hunger in his stomach made him dizzy. He hadn't eaten for a few days, yet he was still alive. It was truly a miracle.

Qin Wen felt a strange fragrance in his daze. A force suddenly surged in his body, urging him to quickly crawl towards the place where the aroma appeared.

A low sacrificial temple was scattered among the messy trees and grass. It was so broken that it almost fell. However, what was surprising was that there was a plate of fresh offerings inside. The rich incense smell had not completely dissipated.

Qin Wen stretched out his hand and grabbed at the offering. Immediately, he wolfed down the food and swallowed it. Along with a cough, the sound echoed in the open field.

Perhaps because he was too hungry, he did not notice that there was a pair of eyes looking at him in the darkness. There was also a slight sigh.

Qin Wen dragged his heavy body slowly towards the city gate. What surprised him was that there were many large and small sacrificial temples around him. What surprised him was that there were many offerings inside. However, there were devout people worshipping in these sacrificial temples.

Most of the people worshipping were young people. They were all kneeling there. Their expressions were solemn and solemn. The incense offerings around them continued to circle around these people. The incense sticks were a strange blue smoke that formed different shapes in the air. Slowly, these incense sticks merged into the portrait in the temple. A faint spiritual light flashed.

The portraits were different. It could be seen that everyone worshiped different people.

Qin Wen slowly approached the figure of a priest. He saw the man suddenly turn his head. His pair of black eyes were filled with a violent desire. He stared at Qin Wen, making him not dare to take another step forward.

His beast-like gaze seemed to be able to tear Qin Wen into pieces at any time.

Qin Wen's heart was beating fast. He slowly stepped back. Then, the man slowly turned his head and begged the portrait in front of him again.

"Saint Emperor, please grant me your soul will. Let me become a soul cultivator."

"Condense my soul will. When will I be able to channel it into my body and form my soul will?"

Qin Wen slowly walked over and listened to the wording of the worshipper. These people were only worshipping because they wanted to condense their soul consciousness. He remembered that Old Ape had said that condensing one's soul consciousness was the first step of the soul cultivator, and that it could only condense one's soul consciousness in one's own spiritual altar. Talent! Only by communicating with the martial soul between the heavens and the earth would one be able to draw the martial soul between the heavens and earth into the soul card.

"Ancestor, I've been begging for this for my entire life. Pitifully pity me, this unworthy descendant of yours."

Qin Wen's heart skipped a beat. It was actually an old man. He slowly walked over. His hunger made him reach out his hand to the offerings that were placed there. Just as his hand was about to touch a piece of pastry.

A figure suddenly rushed out from the side and hit Qin Wen's arm. At the same time, he kicked Qin Wen to the side.

The old man turned his head to look at Qin Wen, who was hiding at the side, and said faintly, "A fool who doesn't know the difference between life and death. Go and get rid of him."

"It's the old master!"

The old man looked at the portrait in front of him and knelt down with sincerity. "He even dared to touch the offering of my ancestor. I will use his blood to beg for the forgiveness of my ancestor."

"Yes, old master!"

The old man gently waved his hand and the person beside him quickly walked towards Qin Wen, who had fallen to the ground.

Qin Wen had a bad feeling. He struggled to get up and quickly retreated.

A ferocious smile appeared on this person's face. He slowly walked towards Qin Wen like a butcher, and his thick palm grabbed towards Yu Chen's body.

Qin Wen struggled to escape, but his body was weak and powerless. The palm gradually became bigger in front of him. His body was firmly grabbed by the opponent. The powerful force was firmly locked onto his throat, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

Qin Wen kept struggling. He wasn't willing to die in this place. His path had just begun.

"Struggle. Only through suffering will I be able to obtain the forgiveness of my ancestor's soul."

Qin Wen felt that the power was getting stronger and stronger, and the feeling of death was getting closer and closer.

"Bang!"

Qin Wen's body fell heavily onto the ground, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"He has been dealing with a beggar for such a long time. What a waste!"

The old man turned his head and was stunned. His guard had already fallen to the ground.