When it was dark, Bai Pojun came to the Bai family's wine cellar in the ancestral land.

The wine-making process in the ancestral land of the Di nationality is still in a very old stage, and almost all of the wine stored here is purchased in large quantities and sent back.

The people of the village are used to drinking spirits and don't appreciate red wine and beer, so the wine here is all good burnt knives.

And it's not in bottles, it's all sealed one jar at a time.

Bai Pojun sneered, closed the heavy stone door of the wine cellar, and lifted the lid of a jar of spirits. He then took out a handful of white eggs, each the size of a grain of rice, but if the people saw it, they would definitely change color.

Diren Spider Gu, the Gu poison that once poisoned Yang Jun, the king of Qin Xiao.

According to the record of "The Ghost Record", when Yang Jun, the king of Qin Xiao, was seriously ill, he knew that he was poisoned by Gu poison by holding silver in his mouth and changing color, but he couldn't understand what poison he was in for a while. After his death, Emperor Wen and the Empress found that a big spider crawled out of the coffin frame, and after investigation, they learned that it was the Gu poison under Concubine Cui.

In the final analysis, its origin is from the Di people.

And the spider Gu in Bai Pojun's hand was the eggs laid by hundreds of Gu worms devouring each other's Gu kings. Although its horror is far less than that of thousands of spiders, it is still not to be underestimated. Its advantage is that it is not easy to detect, it will melt when it encounters wine, and it is colorless, tasteless and invisible.

Although the eggs die as they ablate, their violent toxicity has permeated the wine.

Bai Pojun's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he threw Spider Gu into each jar of spirits, and then closed the lid back, making an untouched appearance.

Soon he left the place as if nothing had happened, and only let the sturdy young man of the ancestral land go and bring out all the liquor, claiming that he wanted to get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows, and drink with everyone without getting drunk.

These young men were elated, and they all sighed at the atmosphere of the white broken army, and the wine cellar was emptied at once.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the soul sacrifice has finally begun.

There was no light on this night, but there was a firelight in the ancestral square, and the warm yellow light illuminated every corner of the surrounding area.

In addition to the torches held by the people, there are also many wooden shelves around it, on which iron pots are placed. And in the iron pot, there is a lot of firewood burning.

Qingmeng and several elders all put on demon masks and wore special silver jewelry.

Torch.

Demon Mask.

Strange sacrificial dances, jerky language, several slaughtered beasts, and blood stained the sacrificial square.

The square was surrounded by Di people, who followed the ritual process, sometimes following the elders to kneel and kowtow, sometimes to raise torches, and chanting with their real arms.

Bai Pojun looked at this scene with cold eyes, and followed them to do the same, without appearing maverick.

Soon, Qingmeng asked someone to bring a giant python in a cage. After he opened the cage, the python directly opened its bloody mouth, as if it was going to devour him directly.

However, Qingmeng was surrounded by body protection and tore the giant python alive!

Immediately, someone brought a wooden basin with blood spilled like a waterfall.

After pouring the python blood into the wine, Qingmeng splashed the wine containing the python blood, and called the name of Bai Poju to the clansmen, and sacrificed the wine with the clan ritual. According to their custom, this is to summon the wandering spirits of the dead.

After the sacrificial wine, it is time to sing the song of sending the soul of the people.

The song is majestic and pathetic, containing the ups and downs and unyielding spirit of a race that has been inherited for thousands of years, and seems to have some kind of power to infect people's hearts.

Afterwards, Qingmeng and several elders took the lead and drank all the spirits in the bowl.

"This cup, drink with the soul of the White Breaker!" Qingmeng shouted in an old voice.

"Drink with the souls of the White Breaker!" the voices of the whole clan gathered together, sonorous and powerful.

Everyone raised their bowls, men, women, and children, all of them drank it heroically!

Only a few children who were too young watched this scene curiously.

But Bai Pojun took advantage of people's inattention and directly spilled all the wine on the ground.

A trace of unbearability and pain flashed in his eyes, but it finally turned into firmness.

The effect of the Spider Gu is almost immediate.

Immediately, a man's eyes widened and his whole body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow", obviously the internal organs had been severely damaged by the poison.

The man fell to the ground with a "poof", causing an uproar in an instant.

"What's going on?!"

"Great Elder, something has happened!"

However, before everyone came to their senses, one after another, some people felt a fatal colic, and even broke their stomachs on the spot!

"Spider Gu!" Qing Meng's face changed, he took off his mask suddenly, and glared at Bai Pojun with tears in his eyes, "Bai Pojun, you actually killed your fellow clan?!"

In an instant, the whole audience completely exploded.

"What?"

"How could the White Breaker Army do such a thing?"

"Is there any other possibility besides him playing Gu in the wine?!"

"You beast with a beast in the face, I'll kill you!"

Bai Pojun faced the sad and desperate scene of the clansmen, but he just stood in place with his hands down, and he couldn't see much sadness and joy on his face.

A young woman armed with a quenched machete, with red eyes, stubbornly slashed at the White Breaker.

The White Broken Army didn't move, and he didn't even activate his body protection qi.

The woman screamed directly, and "Poof" fell at his feet, spitting out a large mouthful of black blood.

She saw that her son was very curious, so she wanted to tease him and let him taste a small sip of the spirits. At that time, the clansmen next to him were still ridiculing, saying that as a member of the Di tribe, how could anyone who couldn't drink, he should be cultivated from an early age.

But just such a small bite caused her five-year-old child to die so miserably!

She hates!

I don't know what kind of force supports this mother, but she actually got up with blood and tears in her eyes, and stabbed Bai Pojun in the heart.

However, Bai Pojun didn't stand still at all, and his body-protecting aura was instantly stimulated.

"When—"

The scimitar in the woman's hand was directly broken, and the whole person was also shocked and staggered backwards, falling to the ground in despair.

"Child, I'm sorry for you—" Two lines of tears welled up in her eyes, and she died with wide eyes.

The crowd of the Di people in the square was indignant, but their voices instantly became quieter.

Because it was like cutting straw, they fell to the ground one by one, bleeding from all their orifices, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

There are those who cry and there are those who wail. There were children in pain and dementia, and the corpses of their families were piled up almost all over the square.

A three-year-old girl, shaking her mother who was lying in a pool of blood, crying helplessly, snot running down her lips: "Mom, Mom, wake up..."

The whole square was full of the voices of children in their immature grief.

All around was a blaze of fallen torches and overturned firewood.

Purgatory on Earth.