Chapter 61 Genocide (please vote for 3 updates)

Author: Shui Qianche

Chapter 61 Genocide (please vote for 3 updates)

Wen Family Ancestral Hall.

Led by the head of the Wen family, all the remaining old, weak, women and children of the Wen family are gathering here.

The women and children looked confused and confused, not knowing what the old master wanted to do.

The head of the old family walked to the memorial tablets of his ancestors with a cane, first burned three sticks of incense, and then lifted the cover of something enshrined on the table.

A statue of a goddess stands on the table.

Curious children peeked behind.

The old man took out a small knife from his sleeve and cut his index finger, and dripped the blood on the statue of the goddess.

After doing this, he turned to the others and ordered, "Come here one by one."

The old lady first stepped forward and handed her hand to the old lady. Her finger was cut and blood fell behind the statue of the goddess. The old lady took out a porcelain bottle, poured a light golden pill out of it and asked the old lady to take it.

As soon as the golden pill comes out of the bottle, the fascinating fragrance hits your nose. Just smelling it makes you feel relaxed and happy.

The old lady ate it without any doubt, and then she looked giddy. Her face, which was haggard due to the recent tragedy of the Wen family, became rosy to the naked eye, and even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were restored to their youthful state.

"Ah!" Mrs. Sanfang exclaimed, "Mom! You are young again!"

Other exclamations sounded one after another.

"Really, is this an elixir?"

"I'm afraid my mother looks younger than me now!"

After hearing this, the old woman first touched her face to feel the smooth touch, and then put her hand, which was at least twenty years younger, in front of her eyes to look at it, unable to restrain the ecstasy in her eyes.

"Quiet!" the old master scolded.

Everyone who obeyed and calmed down was no longer afraid when they looked at the knife in his hand. When the old master called for people to come up again, he changed his hesitation and rushed to be the first.

Bleed and take medicine.

Everyone who takes the medicine feels energetic and ecstatic. The pain of the past is far away from them. It is like returning to the most primitive mother's arms. The whole body is comfortable and peaceful, floating among the sea of ​​clouds.

Willing to come down.

The children forgot their fears and laughed happily, and the women asked each other how much younger they were, and were wild with joy at regaining their youth.

Several old people who were the same age as the old family owner and who had gained the vitality of their prime after taking the medicine were even more ecstatic.

"Qingbo, what are you doing? Come here yet." The head of the old family called to his grandson who was hiding far away.

When Wen Qingpo heard the sound, he not only did not move forward, but also took a step back.

When the old lady heard the commotion, she discovered that her grandson, who was supposed to be the first in line to benefit, had actually fallen to the last place.

She glared at everyone unhappily, and with a face that looked twenty years younger, she coaxed Wen Qingpo: "Po'er, come here quickly and take the elixir, and ask grandpa to give you two more pills."

The woman from the side clan was dissatisfied when she heard this, and turned to Wen Qingpo with jealous eyes.

Wen Qingpo took two steps back again, with a look of horror on his face.

So scary! So scary! So scary!

Wen Qingpo himself didn't know why he was so scared.

Whether it was his grandma or a familiar relative, his face was obviously younger and more beautiful, but it inexplicably made him feel more frightened.

The way they looked at him at this time was too greedy and crazy to look like a human being.

"Qingbo!" The old master shouted again in displeasure.

Wen Qingpo hesitated and said, "Grandpa, I don't want to eat it."

"Nonsense!" the old patriarch scolded: "Do you know what this is? This is a gift from the spiritual master, and it will also be our protective talisman. Only by taking medicine will we not be regarded as prey."

"What prey..." Wen Qingpo asked while shaking his head. Suddenly he saw the goddess' statue emitting smoke, and he was frightened to stop.

The old master had lost his patience and said, "Bring him here!"

Several women came over, with false smiles on their faces, their red lips opening and closing, and words to coax him.

Wen Qingpo's heart was beating fast, his mind was blank, but his body had already turned around and ran away.

After running a few steps, a woman's sharp shout came from behind. Wen Qingpo came back to his senses and looked back.

It was this glance that cast a shadow over his life.

The bodies of the second aunt and the third aunt quickly shriveled up, and the bones in the skin were also shattered in the sound of "click, click, click". The women who lost the support of their skeletons fell to the ground, their young faces still staring in the direction of Wen Qingpo, a baby's fist

Large soft-bodied spiders crawled out of their mouths.

It turns out that people cannot scream when they are in extreme panic. Wen Qingpo opened his mouth wide, his throat was dry and on fire, but no sound came out.

He fell to the ground.

Because there were no obstructions from the bodies of the two women, he saw in the direction of the ancestral hall that adults had collapsed on the ground. Little golden spiders were crawling all over the floor. The exposed hands and feet of the children were covered with down, their eyes were scarlet, and they had canine teeth.

Exposed, on all fours.

They cried, their voices shrill, changing from normal children's voices to the hoarseness of beasts.

Not only the young Wen Qingpo, but also the head of the Wen family who caused it all saw this horrific turn of events in their eyes.

The little golden spider crawled to his feet and was bitten on the exposed skin. The old man came to his senses in pain.

His expression was distorted, showing grief, despair, resentment, shame, regret... Countless negative emotions drove the old man crazy.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"He lied to me, lied to me!"

"You will not die a good death, Master Zhang, you will not die a good death!!!"

"I'm sorry to my ancestors!!!"

The last bloodline of the Wen family was severed in his hands, and he was buried with his own hands in such a heartless way.

The old patriarch burst into tears, turned around and was about to run into death in front of countless Wen family tablets. When he saw the statue of the goddess enshrined on the table, he trembled and angrily grabbed it and smashed it to the ground.

The appearance of the goddess statue cracked and peeled off, revealing a translucent toad-shaped mass of mud inside.

The blood that had been dripped on the goddess statue was absorbed by the mud, and mist spread outward from the center of the mud.

At first glance, there seems to be very little fog, but in fact, after a while, the surrounding mud mass becomes invisible to the naked eye.

At this time, how could the old family master not know that the statue of the goddess is fake, and the evil things inside are real.

He was deceived.

Whether it's the statue of the goddess or the so-called elixir of peace.

The old man was so angry that he coughed several times and his body shook unsteadily.

When he saw Wen Qingpo sitting on the ground outside the ancestral hall, a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes.

"run!"

"Qingbo, run!"

Wen Qingpo, who was in a state of despair, was awakened by this sound.

He looked towards his old master.

The old man ran to the gate.

The fog behind spreads faster and faster.

Little golden spiders crawled on his legs.

The old owner ran to the door and closed it vigorously.

The horrific scene is isolated by the closed door.

The mist still leaked from the cracks in the door.

When the mist was approaching him, Wen Qingpo suddenly came to his senses, got up on his hands and feet and ran wildly outside.

The fog was faster than him, and it submerged him in no time. Hearing Qingbo's screams of terror, his mind went blank, and he couldn't see his surroundings clearly. He just instinctively ran towards the most familiar place besides home.

——Fuxue.
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