Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The capital, at the feet of the emperor!

The evil mausoleum in the eastern suburbs.

This is the mausoleum of the royal family of the previous dynasty. It was abandoned after the founding of the Great Qin Dynasty. It is a deserted tomb with few people.

Even during the day, few people pass by here.

The rain is raging, and the thunder is fast.

In the wind and rain, a scholar hid in a ruined temple in embarrassment with his luggage on his back.

His appearance was ordinary, his gown had been patched a lot, and his cloth shoes were also worn out, making him look poor and down and out.

In the capital, there are many talented people like Hong Ming.

They were born in a humble background, studied hard for ten years, and had no other way out except to obtain fame.

Some of them sold their properties, even mortgaged their wives and children to make up enough money to go to the exam. They put all their eggs in one basket and came to the capital to gamble on the slim hope.

The vast majority of them are all losers.

Some people stayed in the capital, working part-time and studying, but still full of confidence, hoping to fight next year.

However, some people have been disheartened after years of landing, and they no longer have the face to return to their hometowns to face disappointed relatives and high debts.

They stayed, or worked as long-term workers, or as slaves, and some even lived on the streets, relying on begging for a living.

Hong Ming is more unfortunate than most people. He has failed the rankings for three consecutive years. According to letters from his hometown, his parents both died of illness as early as the second year after he left.

Hong Ming was penniless, and he didn't even have money to go back to his hometown. He could only let his parents' corpses be thrown away in the mass graves at random, and let the wild dogs eat them.

He could do nothing but grab a handful of loess and bow three times to his hometown.

Since then, Hong Ming has never had any worries, and has thoroughly taken root in the capital, vowing to return to his hometown with a gold medal in high school.

However, I don't know whether it's because of his bad luck or lack of talent and learning. Not only is his career hopeless, he suffered a serious illness this year, and even lost the handyman he managed to find.

Penniless and without shelter.

He can only settle down in this wilderness.

"It's a turn of events, I can do it."

Seeing a ruined temple shelter, Hong Ming seemed to see hope.

He rushed in suddenly, stumbled, and the steamed bun in his arms fell directly into the yellow muddy water.

"My God..."

Hong Ming was weeping, this steamed bun was his last ration.

He hurriedly got up and picked up the steamed buns from the yellow muddy water. However, the steamed buns were mixed with chaff, and they scattered when they touched the water.

"Forget it, there is still a tile to cover him anyway." Hong Ming shook his head.

He seemed to be born with a dead star, bad luck never counts.

Hong Ming seemed to be used to this, so he calmed down, picked up the hay and wood in the ruined temple, and lit a bonfire.

Outside the temple, the wind continued.

inside the temple. The rising flames brought a long-lost warmth.

Hong Ming let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

"It's a turn of events, I can do it."

rumbling...

At this moment, there was a burst of thunder outside the house, just hitting the roof of the ruined temple, a big hole appeared, and the rain splashed down, dousing the bonfire.

The splashed wood ash water poured into Hong Ming's mouth.

He yelled "Wow".

"God, I..." Hong Ming was so indignant that he slapped himself a big ear as soon as he spoke.

"Don't speak evil, sin is sin!"

Hong Ming repeated, his mind was full of the teachings of the saints.

"Is there anyone there?"

At this moment, the door of the ruined temple opened, and a timid voice sounded.

Hong Ming raised his eyes and saw a beautiful girl poking in. Her skin was as white as snow, her long eyelashes were dripping with water, and her red dress like a thin shirt was soaked by the rain, clinging to her curvaceous and hot body. .

Hong Ming didn't realize it at a glance. He had never seen such a petite body support such a huge chest.

"My lord, can I come in and take shelter from the rain?"

The girl in the red skirt asked timidly.

"But... yes, of course!" Hong Ming regained his composure, his old face turned red.

He hurriedly turned his head away and called the girl in the red skirt to come in.

"Thank you, my lord." The girl in the red dress bowed to express her thanks.

Those great pairs kept beating.

Hong Ming raised his head, calmed down the surging blood in his body, turned around and picked up hay again, avoided the hole in the roof, and set up a bonfire.

"Come here and enjoy the fire."

The girl in the red skirt nodded shyly. She sat directly next to Hong Ming and even took off her outer dress.

"You...what are you doing?" Hong Ming was suddenly at a loss for what to do.

"Grandma said that if she gets wet, she will feel uncomfortable." The girl in the red dress hung her dress to dry with an innocent look on her face.

Hong Ming's heart jumped like a rabbit, and his face became more and more rosy.

He lowered his head, and caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, the girl in the red skirt was wearing a tight corset, the huge breasts almost jumped out, white and undulating like waves.

"See no evil, see no evil."

Hong Ming covered his nose, looked away, and muttered in his mouth, the saint's teachings sounded again in his mind.

"Son, I'm so cold."

At this moment, a warm and soft touch came from the arm, and the faint fragrance seemed to be caressed by jade hands, which attracted Hong Ming to turn his head.

The girl in the red skirt had leaned over at some point, clinging to Hong Ming, looking at him pitifully.

That delicate body was shivering with cold, and the greatness floating on her chest became more and more exaggerated.

"My lord, can you hug this slave?" the girl in the red dress begged.

This sound turns a thousand times, there is always a hero who wants to fall into this tender land.

"My God..." Hong Ming took a deep breath, stretched out his arm out of nowhere, and it was about to fall on the shoulder of the girl in the red dress.

At this moment, the girl in the red skirt smiled slightly, with a faint fragrance floating.

Hong Ming shivered, as if ascending to heaven, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he fell down stiffly.

"I am a scholar who is useless, how upright I am!"

The girl in the red skirt glanced at the fainted Hong Ming, showing a sneer and a cowardly look.

"Grandma also said that scholars study the principles of sages, so powerful that they can ward off evil spirits?" The girl in the red dress sneered.

"The old lady fell down before she could exert any strength."

Saying this, the girl in the red skirt stretched out her hand and touched Hong Ming's face.

"It's thin skin and tender meat. It's just good for drinking at night, honoring grandma."

She had heard since she was a child that these scholars have exquisite minds, so the heart and liver are the most delicious, especially when paired with their secret [Foxtail Brew], it is simply better than the gods.

She ate it a few times, but she could never forget the taste.

Thinking of this, a gleam of coldness surged in the beautiful eyes of the girl in the red dress, nails like steel needles grew out of her slender jade fingers, and the wind picked up and grabbed Hong Ming's chest.

"Tsk tsk, even an unlucky poor scholar is not spared. You monsters really have no bottom line."

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded in the ruined temple, as if just waking up.

The girl in the red dress suddenly changed color and looked up, only to find that there was still a person in the corner behind the ruined temple.

The man stood up slowly, followed by a dog, grinning at her, his eyes full of malice.