It is appropriate to know that if there is no accident, the power of the ink master to take over the sacrifice is a foregone conclusion.

This means that the Moshi will also suffer the wrath of the population brought about by a possible natural disaster.

It's a bet.

He had read some history books, but he was not proficient, and he had not heard of a major drought this year.

Moreover, in the past few years, all countries have been busy fighting wars, fighting from the south to the north, and it has become a mess. The Dayue clan in the Western Regions has gradually changed from a tribe to an early state, and even the Western Regions and grasslands have lived well, which shows that the wind and rain have been smooth and the climate has been humid and warm in recent years.

The chances of winning are huge, there is no foolproof thing in the world, and you can bet if you are 80% sure.

When I turned around again, I saw that Yu Huali had retreated to the back of the secret conversation with the elder Wu Zhu, and those young Wu Zhu who said the wrong thing stopped talking.

Guess, the bird should first say something that seems to be a concession or a profit, so that they can believe it and create more time for him.

That being the case, I don't want to waste it.

Looking at the restless crowd below, I knew that for the sake of the long term, I had to stabilize these angry people now. Otherwise, things will become unmanageable, and the subsequent series of plans will not be completed.

He shouted a few words loudly to silence him, and the inkmen who had blended into the crowd kept staring at the appropriate movements, which were all planned in advance.

Seeing Shi waving his hand, he understood that Shi meant to make people quiet first, and those people shouted together.

More than ten people each occupied the direction as a microphone, and after a while, everyone quieted down, just to see what they were going to do next.

He took the opportunity to call for the help of the inkman and set up a large clay pot.

Underneath the clay pot is half a jar of vinegar and limestone, and when the limestone is heated, it reacts with the vinegar and bubbles, making it look like the vegetable oil is boiling on it.

While the fire was heating below, Shi said, "You must wonder why these ointments are like water. Let's not talk about this, there may be people who don't know who we are. ”

He pointed to the group of ink artists next to him and said, "Maybe some people have heard of it, maybe some people haven't heard of it, so let's talk about it today." We are ink writers, we are for the benefit of the world, and the disadvantages of the world. Whether it is sacrificial or dedicated, it is all for the great rule of the world. ”

"These ointments, we take from soybean beans, obtained from Tianzhi, and are also for the benefit of the world. Are those fried sacrificial ladders delicious? Do you want to eat it more often in the future? ”

Those who have already tasted it, nodded their heads.

If you don't have a chance to taste it, you ask what it tastes like, or you hope that you can fry it again next time.

Lu Hua and a few people no longer only distributed in front of them, but went deep into the crowd and selected those children to eat.

Everyone spontaneously got out of the way, and no one would snatch the children's things, and there was only gratitude in their hearts.

After the small number of twist flowers were sent out, he said: "We ink masters, we just hope that one day, people can eat these things if they want to, and they don't have to wait for the gods to enjoy them after the sacrifice. ”

Before the adults could answer, the children shouted first. Everyone either looked at their children with pity, or looked at those ink masters with gratitude, and finally knew what the ink masters were trying to do—as if they were making the world live a good life.

At least that's how it looks now, and it sounds plain.

The fake oil pot in front of him was also "boiling" at this time, and he pretended to take off his gloves unintentionally and put his hand into the oil.

Many people exclaimed, and then thought that this person's hands were like golden crow wings, how could they be afraid of these boiling ointments?

Sure enough, as if he was washing his hands, he pretended to stir it in the pot a few times, and said: "This thing tastes very fragrant, so let's choose one person from each village community and take some back for everyone to taste." Although it cannot be fried, it is added to the sunflower pickles after heating, and it has a bit of a creamy taste. ”

The ink man next to him hurriedly used a small clay pot to fill the oil that Shi had stirred, and Shi said: "In addition to being able to eat and sacrifice, this thing also has a purpose." But whoever is able to communicate with the gods will be blessed by the gods, and this thing can distinguish whether this person can really communicate with the gods or not. ”

"Whether a person can communicate with the gods or not is not something that you say with your mouth, but you need to see with your eyes. Are there still fewer people who pretend to be able to communicate with the gods? Therefore, if anyone says that he can communicate with Zhu Rong, then heat these creams, put his hand in them, and see if he has been blessed by Zhu Rong. ”

As he spoke, the inkers had already filled the oil he had stirred and washed his hands in, and instead of distributing it immediately, they carefully separated whether it was the oil or the vinegar underneath.

If appropriate, it is insinuating again.

Those young witches were very dissatisfied with the confusion; Those who truly believe hope that they will be blessed in that way.

Those who pretend to be confused are the biggest enemies, and they don't believe in these things at all, so they are the most difficult to deal with.

At this time, the witches had never seen vegetable oil, and they didn't believe it when it was a grease, thinking that something might be deceiving people.

Even those previous methods, they also believed that some kind of secret means must have been used, so they didn't believe that anyone could really communicate with the gods.

When he said that just now, he was clearly referring to Sang scolding Huai and saying that these people were all liars who pretended to be able to communicate with the gods.

Now that Shi has gained momentum, it is obvious that the people's hearts are back, and Wu Zhu, who does not believe in the gods, knows that it will definitely not work if it continues like this.

I don't know what the priest and the old inkman are talking about, but I have something to do at this time. A middle-aged Wu Zhu walked up to Shi's side, looked at the oil tank that was frying twist flowers next to him, and sneered: "I have never seen such a cream." Pig and dog paste, beef and mutton fat, where does it flow like water? Of course, you don't dare to touch the real boiling grease, but such a 'grease' is only afraid that everyone can have any 'golden crow wings'."

Shi deliberately made some nervous looks, and the witch zhu believed that there was a deception in it, because he was the kind of witch zhu who didn't believe in any gods at all, so he believed in the deception even more.

It looks scary, but maybe there is some secret method, he has also done this kind of pretending to be a ghost, if ordinary people don't know, they must think it is a miracle.

He thought that he would expose this person today, so that the hearts of the people could return to his side.

After speaking, he walked straight to the only remaining oil can, stretched out his hand and said, "According to what you said, if I am fine, do I also have the wings of the Golden Crow?" ”

Glancing at Shi mockingly, Shi nodded at Gong Zaoye, and Gong Zaoye quietly came behind Wu Zhu.

Wu Zhu believed in deception, so he was confident, and after laughing, he wanted to dig his hand deep into the boiling oil.

But as soon as he got closer, the oil flowers that burst out of it scalded him fiercely, and the hand that had been stretched out to the oil felt the hot temperature, and he was shocked and hurriedly wanted to retract.

However, Gong Zaoye had already come to his back, and seeing that he was about to withdraw his hand, he touched it hard, and directly knocked the Wu Zhu into an unstable center of gravity.

This is the technique of charging in the military formation, where can this witch Zhu withstand the impact, he can't stand when he lands, and his hands are all pressed into the boiling oil.

Before the screams were shouted, Gong Zaoye said loudly: "Then let's see if you are real or fake!" ”

As soon as he finished shouting, his hand secretly resisted Wu Zhu's waist socket, making his waist numb and difficult to stand upright, and then a terrible cry came from Wu Zhu's mouth.

Gongzao Ye scolded secretly, and said that a good pot of oil was gone, but it took a lot of effort to squeeze it out, how to eat it mixed with human oil?

Luo Qianli next to him slapped his thigh with hatred, and said that the fried bean worm with the right liquor was just right, there were not many of them, and it was really a waste.

When the two of them were thinking, Wu Zhu's screams were endless.

The boiling devoured the vitality of Wu Zhu's arms, and Gong Zaoye quietly tried his best to prevent Wu Zhu from standing up, and after a short time, an extremely tempting smell of fried human flesh wafted out.

Many people snorted, thinking that this was the smell of fried human flesh, and forcibly endured their nausea, waved their hands and asked Gongzaoye to help pull out the witch wish.

It is said that the thugs of Tianjin Wei in later generations are more ruthless than grabbing turf, and people jump into the oil pot for the gang just to prove that their gang is the most ruthless, and they are silent, this witch Zhu is far worse than those gangsters.

Wu Zhu's screams were extremely terrifying, but everyone present had seen a lot of life and death, or on the battlefield or in the famine, and they didn't take it seriously, but they just felt that it intuitively proved the appropriate point of view: this person was obviously fake.

The two arms were blown black, and the screams made the rest of the witches tremble, not daring to look at Shi directly, but they didn't understand how Shi did it? Could it be that he really has the blood of the Golden Crow Wings? This is impossible, how can there be any gods in the world?

Gong Zaoye used some grass to plug the mouth of Wu Zhu, who was still screaming, and pulled him aside to knock him unconscious.

Shi spread his hands, forced a disgusting smile, and said with a smile: "Look, this is fake." I can't eat this ointment, it's disgusting. I'll put it here, and if there is anyone who says that he can communicate with Zhurong in the future, don't listen to them, just burn these creams until they boil, and throw him in to see. ”

"If it's like bathing in there, it should be true. If he dies, it must be false and cannot be believed. ”

After speaking, he pointed to the witches who were trembling after hearing the screams and said, "Why don't you try it?" ”

Listening to such screams, who would dare? One by one, they knelt there, not daring to make a sound, but they did not dare to say that they were cheating.

If you admit it at first, it's nothing.

But now that such a great sin has been dubbed on them, and the emotions of the people have been stirred up, and they know that admitting at this time is a dead end!

And it is likely to be thrown into oil and fried by those angry people.

Since there is no way to answer, the only way to answer is to be silent.

Several Wu Zhu quietly looked at the leader who was talking to several ink masters in the back, knowing that if this matter was to be resolved, they could only start by persuading these ink masters.

It's just, what exactly do these ink makers want?

…………

The atmosphere at the front desk was hot, and the screams of the fried and the shouts of the people converged in one place, which made the leader of Wuzhu, who was talking to the bird slippery behind, feel confused; It also gave the poultry slippery the upper hand.

Seeing that the right thing has been done at the front desk, the general trend has been achieved, so he said: "We have our own means." ”

When Wu Zhu heard this, his heart moved, and he seemed to understand something.

Bird Slippery said that he had his own means, as if to tell him that there was no Zhu Rongxue and Golden Crow Wing at all, but there were some secret means like them.

If it is a means, it can be learned.

If it is a means, it is a means that it can be learned.

As long as the conditions are sufficient.

Otherwise, why talk about it?