I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 95 - 56: The Burial Pit Abyss, Bloodlight Piercing the Sky

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Not long after, those who had just pursued the Xiaoyang came back, bringing along a few who were not quite dead.

"Tell me, where is Gufu Mountain?"

Huo Shan asked one of the Xiaoyang.

"Pugh!"

No response, the hand rose and the blade fell.

"You speak, your centurion already told us, but if what you say is different from what your centurion said..."

The eerie laugh of the Owl Fox abruptly stopped.

"Centurion, you... in the southeast direction..."

Without waiting to finish, the Owl Fox pounced again, tearing into the person.

"Satisfied now?"

The Owl Fox grinned widely, unable to laugh.

Feeling the chill from Huo Shan, it opened its mouth: "The Thousand Captain of Xiaoyang's Tuo Mountain branch is my blood father. If you kill me, he will definitely avenge me and chase you to the end."

"Tuo Mountain branch, is it?"

Huo Shan walked to the riverbank, picked up a Witch Talisman, and waved it at the Owl Fox.

'Rest assured, I have Witch Medicine with me. I'll chop off the wound for you, guaranteeing you won't die.

Gufu Forest is 2,700 miles to the southeast, where once my Xiaoyang race's Ancestral Temple was located.

You don't want your subordinates to know about your conversation with us, do you?'

Hearing this, the Owl Fox's expression changed drastically.

The surrounding martial artists of the Blazing Flame Tribe looked at Huo Shan's Witch Talisman with suspicion. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Especially the clansmen of the Blazing Flame tribe who grew up with Huo Shan. They knew Huo Shan inside and out. This coercion and bribery were clearly not Ashan's style.

If it was the Ancestral Temple Keeper, then there's no problem.

"Help us out, this is such a long journey to the southeast. As a Xiaoyang person, you should pitch in."

"Moreover, is it really appropriate for you to return at this time?"

The Owl Fox's expression turned uncertain.

"You can run if something happens. I believe this item will be sent to the Tuo Mountain branch, then you..."

"Despicable!"

Huo Shan didn't listen, picking up the Owl Fox and pouring Mafei Powder into its mouth. The arrows that hit its limbs earlier were also coated with anesthetic.

...

"Acan, can this talisman really record sound and images?"

Seeing the Owl Fox quiet down, the group quickly collected the battlefield, retrieving the arrows.

As for the Xiaoyang corpses, they were thrown into the Qu River, then crossed over to the east bank.

Huo Shan whispered a question, as Acan had taught him line by line in his ear what to say earlier.

He didn't understand why Acan's voice could ring in his ears even when not physically present.

"It can."

Shen Can nodded.

Can? Absolutely not.

There should be a Memory Talisman, but right now, he couldn't use it.

But mimicking voices to communicate through strong Divine Sense was simple for him.

...

Gufu Mountain.

"Cough, cough!"

Yao Chong coughed more severely, looking up at the rolling hills and dense jungle, feeling a sense of discomfort.

It's not just him, everyone in the group, including Shen Can, felt uneasy.

Especially for Shen Can, whose Divine Sense was the strongest among them, there was an oppressive feeling as soon as they approached this mountain range.

Underfoot, every few steps they could see shattered white bones.

No need to pick them up to see; it was evident they belonged to the Human Race.

Gufu Mountain was the sacred land of Xiaoyang. Eight thousand years ago, after being wiped out by Yongshan Bo Division, several branches of Xiaoyang re-established their tribes here, only to be repeatedly destroyed again.

The last obliteration was a thousand years ago.

Since then, Xiaoyang hasn't rebuilt a clan division here.

Of course, not rebuilding doesn't mean the Xiaoyang don't want to.

As a sacred land from thousands of years ago, any Xiaoyang tribe wishing to rebuild here would be exceptionally ambitious.

This signified a desire to become the current Xiaoyang Tribe Alliance's common lord.

And internally, the Xiaoyang weren't united. Some wanted to rebuild in the sacred land, while others opposed it.

As they walked, an overgrown pit appeared outside the mountain.

This large pit, dozens of feet in size, filled with bones that had long integrated with soil and rock.

The group moved towards the direction of the main peak of the mountain.

The whole Gufu Mountain looked like a giant bird with outspread wings; the main peak was the bird's body and head, while the sides were slightly curved wings.

Except, the main peak and wings had long collapsed, a result of the northern expedition of Yongshan Division eight thousand years ago.

"Acan, there are traces of sacrifices ahead."

Huo Zhe and Shi Leii had always excelled in scouting and hunting, and took the lead exploring the way.

Below the main peak.

Pit after pit lined up, nine in total.

At this moment, dried blood stains were visible in the middle pits, along with scattered blood bones.

"I don't know who conducted the sacrificial rites."

The Owl Fox lay feebly over Huo Shan's shoulder.

"Since the Human Race wiped them out here a thousand years ago, over the years, several tribal branches attempted to migrate their clan land here, but lacked the absolute strength to suppress all tribes."

"It could be the Yang Mountain branch, it could be the Mu Kang branch... anyone could have come to sacrifice."

Even though nine sacrifice pits were covered with earth and stones, lush grass grew over them, yet looking down, fossil-like desiccated bones still stood.

Shen Can surveyed the area, from wanting to come here to finally arriving, he had no absolute confidence in connecting with the Human Race's residual spirit here.

Residual spirits are akin to souls but different.

After a strong person of the Human Race passes away, they don't retain a full memory of their life, but more likely preserve instinctive 'Residual Soul Bodies'.

Above the nine sacrifice pits, under the fragmented main peak of Gufu Mountain, lay ruins, long indistinguishable as a building and scorched black.