“We can hear the voice of the Grand Duke of Soil because we inevitably come into contact with or even ingest more Black Grand Duke of Soil when we refine Gu. It's because of the blessing of the Witch God that we can know what is brewing in this mine..."

"That is the Saint Gu, the Saint Gu waiting for us to release it, the incarnation of the Witch God."

Facing Wuya, whose expression was already extremely strange, the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan spoke with unusual solemnity: "But these Han people are also very powerful. They also know from other sources what exactly is in this mine."

"They can afford to lose, but we can't. So we must seize this opportunity to help the Witch God descend. He will bestow upon us all the blood-food mines. He will protect us, the Wu people, and become the emperors of these Han people..."

"And you, no matter what the cost, must retrieve the Gu refined by your brother and become the Gu-handler of the Witch God..."

"..."

Wuya was stared at by him for a long, long time before she showed a slight reaction. Her empty, lifeless eyes seemed to move slightly, and then, under his gaze, she nodded.

"This is our only chance, the only chance to return to the ancestral shrine!"

The patriarch of the Wu Gong clan was relieved and took a deep breath. Then, he looked at the Gu basin in Wuya's hand, slowly picked up a silver dagger, and slowly inserted it into his chest, cutting it open little by little.

As he moved, something inside his body seemed to sense it and was moving quickly, bulging on the skin from time to time. The patriarch of the Wu Gong clan endured it, forcing the knife to travel around his body, gradually cutting it into a bizarre pattern.

At the moment the pattern was formed, an extremely painful expression appeared on the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan's face. Suddenly, a bloody head emerged from the center of the pattern, looking like an infant.

The next moment, he quickly opened the lid of the Gu insect, and this bloody infant worm quickly burrowed into the Gu basin.

This was the real Gu insect. The patriarch of the Wu Gong clan had finally kept a trick up his sleeve.

Zhuang Erchang was clever. As soon as the reinforcements arrived, he immediately destroyed his Gu basin. This was the most vicious method. All the Wu people had a common weakness: once the Gu basin was destroyed, it was equivalent to destroying all their skills, like a watchman losing his Daoist cultivation.

But Zhuang Erchang also underestimated the determination of the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan in this matter. This time, his Gu refinement was not using a Gu basin, but his own body, using his body as a vessel.

This was no longer an ordinary method of refining Gu insects, but sacrificing himself to the Gu insect.

Firstly, to guard against changes, and secondly, to refine a stronger Gu insect incarnation, to better welcome the Witch God into this world...

"Swoosh!"

Also at the same time that the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan spat out the Gu insect, it fought with the Gu insect in the basin. There was also a winged insect in the basin, already on its last breath. It was instantly devoured by this insect, and the Gu insect's body kept changing, vaguely showing the face of the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan.

This face suddenly roared silently, the sound reverberating from the basin into the entire valley.

And Wuya also slowly reached out and held up the Gu basin, her body twisting in an awkward posture, crawling towards the mine little by little.

"Whoosh..."

The Gu bees circling and spreading in the air suddenly dispersed to both sides as she crawled across the ground.

It was as if an invisible sword had split the swarm of Gu bees in half.

Now, Zhuang Erchang, the mine foreman, and his apprentice, several stewards from the meat-cutting workers, as well as the meat-cutting workers who had not had time to escape, and the group of people who had followed Grandpa Sun but had not been taken away by Grandpa Sun, had all been stung by the Gu poison, their bodies were swollen and blue, and they were unconscious.

Even Zhuang Erchang, who had the highest level of cultivation, could only lean against the pillar next to him at this moment, letting the Gu poison sting him, without moving.

"This is terrible..."

Also at this moment, in the chaotic valley, Old Abacus and Zhou Datong and others were hiding together, with sieves on their heads, several heads huddled together.

Old Abacus was trying to squeeze into the middle of Zhou Datong and Zhou Liang, Zhao Zhu, and other watchmen. After all, watchmen were thick-skinned and could withstand a few more stings from the corpse-raising bees. He would die immediately.

But because he was not as strong as the watchmen, he was squeezed to the outside. However, because of this, he saw clearly what the Wu people were doing, especially the scene of Wuya being forced to eat the Black Grand Duke of Soil and the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan cutting open his chest to extract the Gu...

Connecting all the clues, he had already thought of something terrible and said blankly: "This group of Wu people are crazy. Do they want to welcome the Witch God they worship into the world?"

"But... but this branch of Wu people was expelled..."

"The Witch God canonized by the previous dynasty, how could he care about them?"

But no matter how anxious or puzzled he was, he couldn't care about so much now. He turned to look at the wooden house. The little shopkeeper was still in the wooden house, not knowing what he was doing, or even whether he was dead or alive.

How could he manage it?

He just prayed silently in his heart: "Ancestor, please don't lie to me. You said that this trip would make me rich, that's why I came. If I lose my life..."

"...I'll really burn your memorial tablet!"

"..."

"..."

Also in their panic, Wuya had already held the Gu basin and slowly climbed towards the mine that was covered by red cloth. The Gu bees in the valley dared not approach. Grandpa Sun had escaped, and the meat-cutting artisans had all hid. No one could stop her.

Until, suddenly, a low sigh sounded. In front of Wuya, a swarm of Gu bees suddenly flew up, like a black mist passing in front of them. Behind the mist, a row of people gradually appeared.

These people were all wrapped in black cloth on their heads, wearing black clothes, barefoot, holding a bamboo flute in their hands, blowing it across their mouths.

They sat down together in front of Wuya, blocking the mine, and at the same time raised their heads blankly, their dry and empty eyes staring blankly at Wuya, who was holding the Gu basin, as if they could see a deep sense of incomprehension.

"Get out of the way!"

Blocked by this row of Wu people, Wuya stopped. The matter of killing her brother was behind the matter of sending the Gu insect into the mine. Now that she was blocked, she couldn't understand and could only freeze here, at a loss.

But in the Gu basin, a burst of insect chirps suddenly sounded. It could be seen that on the back of the Gu insect, the face of the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan was shouting angrily.

However, his shouts turned into insect chirps, but the intonation and pauses could still vaguely distinguish human voices. Even, one could hear the surprise and anger contained in the voice.

"Instead of chasing those people, what are you doing blocking here?"

"..."

"Why?"

The sound of the bamboo flute suddenly disappeared, and the eight Wu people who were blocking in front simultaneously put down the bamboo flutes in their hands.

At this moment, the valley became extremely quiet, as if even the buzzing sound of the Gu bees had disappeared a lot.

And the eight Wu people, at the same time, raised their heads blankly, their lips opening and closing, bee insects crawling in and out of their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears, vaguely making sounds of the same frequency: "Father, why has Wuya become like this?"

"This is not what you should ask. You just need to do what you should do..."

On the back of the Gu insect, the face of the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan was angrily scolding: "It's all because of you. I told you to guard outside the valley earlier, but where did you suddenly go?"

"These Han people from the Yi Qian sect suddenly broke in, destroyed our sacred objects, and even almost killed the Saint Gu. Why didn't you stop them? But I won't ask you first, quickly get out of the way."

"..."

The eight Wu people all opened and closed their mouths blankly, the buzzing sounds fluctuating, forming a reply: "Why can't we ask?"

"Shouldn't everyone have a purpose for doing things? Why can't the Wu people have one?"

"You have worshiped the Witch God all your life. You believe whatever the Witch God says. You do whatever the Witch God tells you to do, including letting me refine Gu, expelling me and cutting off my food, including letting you plant Gu insects in my body and taking my heart's blood to heal me..."

"..."

On the back of the Gu insect, the face of the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan was twisted together, seemingly containing boundless anger.

The opportunity was right in front of him, but he was blocked, which made him completely unable to endure it. The Gu insect was trembling and hissing: "Because you are an evil being, you are not my son at all..."

The moment these words were spoken, it seemed to make the surrounding bee sounds disappear.

Now attached to the back of the Gu insect, the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan could not make a sound, and could only recognize it through the shape of his mouth.

But these words still had an indescribable power.

However, Wu Song, who "heard" these words, or rather, the eight Wu people who had become Wu Song's incarnation, did not move at all.

They spoke at the same time, their voices still appearing extremely indifferent: "I know, I know it guessed it, and I know it will tell you, and I know you will believe it, so I am not surprised by anything you do to me, but..."

"What about Wuya?"

"..."

While speaking, one of the Wu people slightly raised his head, making a different movement from the other Wu people.

He looked at Wuya, who was holding the Gu basin in front of him, and his dry eyes seemed to carry a different emotion. Together with the other Wu people, he sighed in a low voice: "You asked her to ask for my Golden Silkworm Gu, and I gave it to her. You asked her to ask for my Wronged Soul Gu, and I gave it to her too."

"You asked her to steal my hair, and I gave it to her too..."

"I gave her so many Gu, she is already the most powerful Gu master in the village, why do you still have to turn her into what she is now..."

"..."

Hearing his words, even the patriarch of the Wu Gong clan was silent for a moment before saying grimly: "The Gu handler chosen by the Witch God was originally you, but since you don't agree, it can only be Wuya..."

"Isn't it still your fault?"

"..."

This row of Wu people all fell silent, and after a long time, they let out a long sigh: "So I have never understood, what is real and what is fake?"

"If I am really fake, then I should have nothing to do with Wuya, you should be her real father..."

"But why is it that I, the fake one, knows how to feel sorry for my sister, but you, the real one, are so cruel?"

(End of this chapter)