Bottom of the statue.
Although the people in gray clothes were prepared, their hands and feet were still a little cold when they saw this scene. They were stunned as they watched the blood dye the entire lotus seat dark red, and seemed to be alive again, walking up the stone statue from their feet.
It seems that the entire stone statue will be dyed blood.
How much blood would it cost, the man in gray did not know. They only know that the blood of the people in this circle will eventually be drained, and none of them will survive.
And just when they were stunned, the national teacher glanced at them lightly, and when he raised his sleeves, it was another wind blade. The man in gray only felt a tingling pain in the thumb of his left hand, and before he had time to react, his entire left hand was slammed to the ground by the force of a thousand ounces.
It was so powerful that it was impossible to resist. The men in gray were all caught off guard, and even the whole person lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment. It seems that it is not blood, but vitality.
They were stunned for a moment, and subconsciously struggled frantically, but no matter how hard they tried, or what method they used, their left hand was still pinned to the ground, motionless, and blood was still gurgling forward.
The leading man in gray suddenly realized something, he looked up at the national teacher in amazement, and happened to meet the lowered gaze of the national teacher.
There was no turbulence in those black eyes, as if the roots he was looking at were not living people, but only the plants and trees in the world.
Through those extremely calm eyes, the man in gray suddenly understood the deep meaning of the previous sentence: there is always something useful, and there is no need to belittle yourself.
He even understood why the national teacher was so hard to say, because in his eyes, this might just be talking to himself, and no one could hear it... After all, death is a pair of bones, and it is nothing.
Chapter 89
The fresh blood was drained from his body little by little, and it seemed to take the heat out of his body. He began to chill, his vision became blurred, his mind was groggy, and his neck became less and less able to support the raised head.
In the almost dazed panic, he suddenly remembered many, many things, fragmented and loose.
He remembered the people who grew up with him in the mountains, and now they are all rolled down in this blood like him.
I remembered the first time I saw the national teacher. At that time, he was still a child, and he didn't understand the truth, and he never got involved with the national teacher. , I saw the national teacher at a glance. There were so many people back then, but no one dared to get too close. He was squeezing back and forth in the crowd trying to pick a clearer position, but he was accidentally bumped by someone's elbow, and he was about to slam into the sacrifice team. Seeing that he was about to fall, he only felt that Yunxue swept past his eyes, and so lightly swept a wind, Jiang Jianghao straightened his body.
At such a young age, he didn't even realize what was going on. Why did he come back and he was already on the side of the road, and when he looked up in surprise, the team had already moved forward for a while, but he still saw it at a glance. The monk in white riding on the tall horse...
This memory is too long ago, so far that even he thought he had forgotten it, but at this moment he recalled it again.
It turned out that at such a young age, he was not as afraid of the national teacher as he is now, and even somewhat revered. Since when did he see the national teacher and only fear and apprehension...
He took Song Yun's life, and the same group of brothers ran in secret for several years, and he could not remember exactly how many things they had done. At first, watching human life pass from his hands, he was also guilt-ridden and panicked, and he also asked Song Yun back to the source.
Song Yun said that everything they do is for more people. Those little preparations are all about setting up a grand formation. That formation is called Jiangshan Burying Bone. If it is formed, it will not only prevent the catastrophe they counted, but also protect the mountains and rivers for a hundred years.
Song Yun never taught him these things that were too profound, and he didn't know how to handle this grand situation. I just remember a sentence that I heard Song Yun say countless times since I was a child: Some great things are accomplished without a little sacrifice.
He understood this, so he kept it in mind for many years.
To this day, until he watched helplessly as the blood gurgled, from life to death as if only a blink of an eye, and a huge fear shrouded his head, he suddenly became full of confusion.
He suddenly felt that the sentence was wrong, and there were a lot of things missing, at least... At least one should ask if those people are willing to be sacrificed.
After another hopeless and dying struggle, he was confused and felt that the sentence was not wrong, but...
He suddenly has