My weird life

Wu Wenyuan drew out the long knife from his waist with a swipe, hunched over, and stared at the tall figure who suddenly appeared from the shadows with a cold expression. Seeing the red and violent flames surging all over the other person's body, the palm of his hand holding the knife slightly moved. Sweat.

In all directions, the Sanyang congregation dispersed and surrounded the tall figure in the center. Everyone looked like they were facing a formidable enemy!

The tall figure surrounded by them in the center - Su Wu looked at Wu Wenyuan, then looked down at his palms.

His palms were as burnt as dirt blackened by flames.

It was obvious that his appearance had not changed at all from before, but that he used the fire to reflect a certain divine spirit contained in his nature. However, none of the Sanyang congregation seemed to recognize him at the moment.

A hint of enlightenment flashed in Su Wu's eyes.

There is no change in oneself, but a certain spirit in one's own soul is awakened, and the aura exuded by that spirit obscures one's original appearance. In the eyes of everyone, one is no longer the same self as before.

It is normal for them not to recognize themselves.

The crimson fire that was constantly expanding outwards and invading the air all around slowly shrank in as Su Wu's thoughts turned, and gathered into the pores around his body.

The spirit of nature, manifested by the fire, also gradually fell into silence.

But every time Su Wu changed his mind, the palms of his hands would turn black, like bark burned by fire.

Su Wu lowered his hand, looked at Wu Wenyuan who was holding the knife and looking hesitant, and said with a smile: "I just practiced some silk skills. Uncle Wu doesn't seem to recognize me anymore?"

He just restrained the anger that was spreading all over his body, and in Wu Wenyuan's eyes, his appearance suddenly changed, from the stranger's appearance before to that of Su Wu again.

Even though Wu Wenyuan was familiar with the person in front of him, such a complete change made him confused. For a moment, he didn't know whether he could believe that the person in front of him was Su Wu. When he heard what Su Wu said, he was hesitant when Su Wu pointed. Pointing to the shadows on the ground, he added: "The shadows are contained by me. I am the only one who can control the surrounding shadows."

As he spoke, the shadow pointed by his finger suddenly boiled.

A series of jet-black pythons coiled above the ground.

Wu Wenyuan saw the snake shadow crawling along Su Wu's direction, and finally had no doubts about Su Wu's identity.

He sheathed the sword, with a look of shame on his face, and saluted Su Wu: "My disciple is not strong enough. I can't tell the difference to King Ming's face for a while. Please punish me, King Ming!"

"Punishment for what?

It's not your fault. "

Su Wu waved his hand and dismissed the matter.

He had previously thrown Wang Chuanzhen's clay skin into the fire, and the spirit of his nature that he had revealed, even if he was faced with the cross calamity, could not tell his true nature, so how could he be a member of the Sanyang Society?

——The various scenes he saw with the help of the ancestral fire at that time should be the scene when the 'big stove' first came to the world.

Song Xian, the founder of Yinxi Meridian, must have seen such a scene before.

Perhaps it was because those people gathered in front of the fire chanted the name of 'Yin Xi', so they named the strand of the Dazhao Fire inheritance line they inherited as the 'Yin Xi Maid'.

However, after Su Wu inherited the ancestral fire, he heard it more clearly than Song Xian.

Those people gathered in front of the fire, after 'watching the fire', the syllable they shouted was not 'Yin Xi', but 'Yin Xi'!

The two names have similar syllables, so it’s no wonder Song Xian misunderstood them.

After everyone watched the fire, the white-haired old man threw himself into the fire, causing the word "sacrifice" in oracle bones to appear in the fire - Song Xian may not have seen it.

Because even when Song Xian's spirit died, Su Wu didn't see any trace of the spiritual being awakened in his spirit.

In this scenario, it may also be necessary to raise the ancestral fire to a certain level in order to be able to see from the fire, and then learn the 'Fire Observation and Sacrifice Method', using the fire as a bridge, using strange and evil objects as sacrifices, and throwing them into the fire. , sacrifice to one’s own sexual gods!

Su Wu's own fire accumulation was already quite good, and he had the Sui Emperor's mark on him. Once he blended with the ancestral fire, he immediately raised his own fire to the point where he could see the 'Fire Watching Sacrifice Technique' and get a glimpse of more secrets. level!

However, the white-haired old man who was first thrown into Renchu's big stove didn't seem to be thrown into the fire as a sacrifice - Su Wu clearly remembered that after the old man stepped into the fire, he was not burned by the fire at all. The only sign was that a human figure appeared in the fire, and the large stove suddenly expanded, and then the evil creatures onlookers who were no longer living people were involved in the fire.

From this, the word "sacrifice" in the oracle bone inscriptions emerged.

The method of observing fire and offering sacrifices was only perceived by Su Wu.

What did the white-haired old man turn into after he was thrown into the fire?

Could it be that he turned into ‘Yin Xi’ in later generations?

Su Wu's mind was spinning with thoughts, and he lowered his head to look at the palm of his hand. The palm of his hand was as clean as before, but as he looked at it, a shadow suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand, like a scorch mark left by a fire.

Wang Chuanzhen's mud skin was thrown into the fire and became a sacrifice to a certain god in his nature.

This divine spirit appeared in Su Wu's palms.

Now, Su Wu can tear apart something as sharp as a sword with his bare hands, without using any weapons!

He looked at his palm and felt something in his heart——

In the "Fire Viewing Sacrifice Method", the various evil and evil objects sacrificed can not only reflect the various gods in one's nature, but also shape the gods in one's own nature. Different evil and evil objects may shape one's own nature. There are also differences.

Even the spirit of a living person can be used as a sacrifice to shape the spirit of the nature - but this path is an evil path. Even if the spirit of a living person is easy to obtain, Su Wu will not throw a living person into the fire to sacrifice his own nature!

The previous skins of Wang Chuanzhen were extremely powerful in shaping this 'burnt palm print spirit'.

It directly gave him the ability to tear apart ordinary evil spirits with his bare hands.

He also wanted to try more to see which spirit of his nature could be revealed and shaped after throwing in other evil spirits? And, what changes will the evil spirits burned by the firewood eventually have?

Will they be burned to ashes?

"What happened in front?"

Su Wu stood in the woods and heard screams and shouts from the Ding fat man's convoy that stopped in front of the valley. The people in the convoy did not notice the movements of the Sanyang congregation in the woods at all. He frowned, asked a question, and instantly opened the Eight Consciousnesses Heart King——

Wang Chuanzhen's mud skin was thrown into the fire, sacrificing his spirit.

His level of mind was slightly improved because of this.

The Eight Consciousnesses Heart King turned into layers of light wheels and suddenly unfolded, covering the surrounding areas in an instant.

The area surrounded by the layers of light wheels was clearly visible in Su Wu's mind.

Su Wu could therefore clearly see what happened in the caravan of Fatty Ding, which was parked at the end of the path ahead, near the valley between two mountains——

The woman who had been able to occupy a superior seat in the caravan because of Su Wu and others' righteous words, now tightly covered the eyes of the boy in her arms, and she also shrank and closed her eyes.

The faint stench of corpses lingered on the path shaded by trees.

A corpse was lying on the path in front of her carriage.

The body was shrunken and dehydrated, and had become a mummy. The stench did not come from the mummy, but from the surrounding forests. In the surrounding forests, there were pale and swollen bodies, covered with a layer of wax film, as if they had been soaked in water for many years, or bodies with their intestines ripped open, or bodies torn into pieces.

The stench of corpses that came with the wind came from these bodies!

‘Fatty Ding’ jumped off the carriage, and with a few guards and followers, he first checked the mummy lying on the road ahead, checked its clothes, and searched for a few silver coins in the mummy’s pocket.

He weighed the silver coins in his hand and led his men to the other bodies in the forest.

The bodies were all wearing blue-black round-necked robes with dark red edges. Their weapons were scattered around the bodies. The clothes of these bodies were all standard clothes for government officials and constables today.