I know this ancient god

Tang Xuan walked out of the house quickly. There was no place where the sacrifice was held in his memory, but this did not trouble him. He listened carefully to the direction where the voices came from, then ran in that direction, and soon found the moving crowd. .

For convenience, the sacrifices were held outside the village.

Tang Xuan followed the crowd to the altar. The place near the altar was already full of people. Ordinary villagers like him could only stand outside the sacrifice.

Just like in the game, believers of whatever level occupy the position of that level, and it is very strict and cannot be exceeded in the slightest. Tang Xuan tried to join an old man's team, but the old man angrily and loudly reprimanded him, attracting the attention of many people around him. In order not to cause trouble, he could only retreat to the outside.

He looked up and saw a hill not far away. His eyes slowly moved halfway up the mountain, where Yi's mother was killed. He felt an inexplicable throbbing, as if Yi was sad.

Due to lack of memory, Tang Xuan didn't know how Yi felt when he found out that his father was the murderer of his mother. He also couldn't imagine how scared Yi felt when he was lying outside the cave and heard his father laughing loudly inside the cave.

This incident must have deeply affected [Ji Gu], and contributed to [Ji Gu]'s later hatred of gods and the formation of his own bad taste.

At this time, preparations for the sacrifice have been completed, and the village chief is standing on the stage talking about Willistan's great achievements in creating all things. At this time, Tang Xuan's mentality was different from before. He listened to the village chief's story very carefully. He planned to write it down and compile it into words and give it to the Ancient God Research Institute, so that he could contribute to archaeology.

In the village chief's story, Willistan is a great god similar to Pangu. Although he did not create the world, he did good deeds such as incarnating all things that harmed himself and benefited others. The village chief also gave specific examples, saying that all plants in the world are Willistan's hair, all stones are Willistan's bones, all animals are Willistan's flesh and blood, etc. When he told it, he spoke with emotion and in a serious manner.

Tang Xuan naturally wouldn't believe his nonsense, but he didn't completely disbelieve it either.

It sounds like Willistan's ability is related to creation. Of course, the incarnation of all things must be fake, because most gods will exaggerate when describing themselves out of the need to attract believers, which is what federal law refers to as false propaganda. In serious cases, it may even be a fraud. For example, a god who is in charge of death claims to believe that he has eternal life. This is Chiguoguo's fraud.

This is a common problem among gods, and it is also one of the few things about them that makes people feel that gods are no different from humans. If God is also governed by the law, no one will be found innocent after all the bullets are fired.

Tang Xuan's mind flashed to the funny scene of Willistan moving into a house with iron windows carrying a silver bracelet, and then he thought about a recently popular soundtrack, which made him laugh out loud.

The laughter attracted strange looks.

Tang Xuan pursed his lips as if nothing had happened. He thought that as the God-killing Division-Tianting Branch grew stronger, a similar scene might one day come true.

The heavenly gods represented by Zhao Gongming have their own belief base, and each of them is equivalent to the resurrected ancient gods. If they truly stand on the side of mankind and seek the welfare of mankind, mankind will soon have the ability to compete with the ancient gods. At that time, the ancient gods must abide by the rules set by humans.

Tang Xuan thought to himself that he must participate in such an interesting thing. The reason is to supervise and ensure that the work of the relevant departments can proceed smoothly.

In the future, all ancient gods must follow legal procedures to recruit believers, and no force, coercion, spiritual bewitchment, or false propaganda are allowed. At the same time, being aggressive and making rumors to cause trouble is strictly prohibited. Let the ancient gods bathe in the sunshine of a society governed by the rule of law and accompany mankind to grow together.

A series of inconsistent scenes appeared in my mind.

The corners of Tang Xuan's mouth curled up involuntarily, but this time he didn't make a sound, so no one noticed him. He glanced behind him and realized that no other villagers had come for a while. It seemed that everyone was here, so the sacrifices should begin.

That's it now!

Tang Xuan walked calmly to the dirt road beside the altar and walked towards the back of the altar. Near the altar, he was stopped by a fierce-looking man holding a spear.

"Yi, what's the matter with you?"

Tang Xuan said calmly: "I have something to tell my father."

A strong sense of familiarity kept flooding into his heart, and he realized that everything he was experiencing now was the same as in the game, whether it was the clothes on his body, the people in front of him, or the conversations between them, there was no difference at all.

That time and that moment is exactly like this moment!

The vicious man shook his head slowly: "If you have anything else, we can wait until the sacrifice is completed."

Tang Xuan pretended to be angry: "You dare to stop me?"

The vicious man was silent. He was responsible for ensuring that the sacrifice went smoothly, but he knew that the elder valued Yi very much and seemed to intend to train Yi to be his successor.

He thought that nothing would happen if Yi went in.

But after all, he is the guard of this sacrifice, and he has the responsibility. No one can go behind the altar without the permission of the elders.

Tang Xuan confronted him.

He thought silently in his mind: one second, two seconds, three seconds.

Is it time to come?

Sure enough, a hoarse voice came from behind the altar: "Let Yi come in, I'm ready."

The vicious man stepped out of the way without saying a word.

Tang Xuan walked past him and silently moved his wrists. Turning the corner, I saw several old men in white robes surrounding a middle-aged man in red standing next to a small wooden table.

Tang Xuan trotted all the way to the man in red with his head lowered. The man in red did not turn to look at him, but continued to explain things to the old man in white robe beside him.

Tang Xuan jumped up without hesitation, waved his tender yet hard fist, and hit the man in red's throat hard.

Click——

The man in red groaned: "Uh-"

He took a step back and bumped into the table, staring at Tang Xuan in disbelief. All this happened so suddenly, he never expected that his timid and cowardly son would jump up and break his throat in front of everyone.

This is impossible!

The old people in Baipao were stunned. The impact of the scene in front of them was far beyond what they should bear at their age. They looked at Tang Xuan blankly and were speechless for a moment.

The man in red had a look of pain on his face.

This punch was so wonderful that it hit him right when he was about to take his next breath after exhaling. And it just broke the bones in his throat, and the broken bones cut the blood vessels. Suffocation, dizziness, pain, swelling, and many other excruciating feelings all flooded into his brain. Within ten seconds, he could no longer support his body and fell heavily.