Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 85 Blood Curse Invocation

Column, although severely injured, was not dead yet. In a daze, he only felt a piercing pain at the back of his head and slowly managed to open his eyes.

"Thank you... Priest He..." When he realized he was lying on a kang bed and that the person tugging at his scalp at the back of his head, causing sharp pain, was He Yaozu, a wave of gratitude surged in his heart.

Although the three major families oppressed everyone with arrogance, making people resentful, they still fully tended to the injured. To be treated so kindly in a state of extreme weakness and vulnerability touched the deeply ingrained humility inside him, worn from years of being in a lower position. At that moment, much of his hatred melted away.

Having drunk a little, He Yaozu’s actions with the knife to open the wound were somewhat clumsy. Hearing the thanks made him burst out laughing, "No need to be polite, just close your eyes and rest well. Soon, you won’t feel the pain anymore."

Column sighed with relief and was about to close his eyes to rest when he heard the urgent voice of the He family’s elder, "Yaozu, be gentle, don’t let him die too quickly. If he dies, the blood will stop flowing, and if it’s not enough, we’ll have to find another one to slaughter—it’s too troublesome!"

"Got it, I’ll be careful!" He Yaozu flicked the blood from the knife tip into a basin, unwilling to waste a single drop. Seeing Column widen his eyes in surprise, his mind, a bit addled by alcohol, thought how amusing this fool was—about to be slaughtered, yet still naïvely expressed thanks. The more he thought about it, the more amusing it seemed, he chuckled out loud.

"You... didn’t treat my wound?" Column belatedly realized, struggling to reach out and touch, feeling the back of his head dripping blood like a stream. He even heard clearly the sound of blood dripping into a water basin.

He wanted to get up, but he had lost too much blood. His whole body was weak and powerless, and he could only speak in a feeble voice.

"Isn’t it obvious?" He Yaozu sneered, "What do you think you are, thinking you deserve to use the Hemostatic Powder granted by Goddess Nuwa? Anyway, you’re dying soon, so let me tell you the truth. We keep those precious powders for ourselves. Draining your blood can bring new hope to Riverfront Village. Your death is meaningful!"

Column could hear the elders from the three major families discussing outside how to paint talismans with his blood; he could hear He Yaozu humming and fiddling with knives; he could feel the cold blades manipulating his scalp to draw more blood. He could smell the blood in the room and the strong scent of alcohol on He Yaozu.

"Huh! Haha!"

He wanted to call for help and reveal their true nature of sucking people’s blood but could only make weak, pitiful whimpers that seemed more like inhaling than exhaling. The growing discontent swelled within his body, which was gradually withering away.

Why?

Why can’t we even have a grain of rice while they drink wine made from food? Why would the gods protect such greedy, shameless demons as the three major families?

I’m not resigned! Not resigned!

The more blood flowed, the colder his body became, and Column couldn’t help but tremble and convulse slightly, but the coldness in his heart surpassed that of his body.

"I suspect the injury on your head wasn’t from a fall; someone hit you, didn’t they? Remember, if there’s grievance, there’s a debtor. Whoever killed you, seek them out when you die!" He Yaozu saw his eyes losing focus and starting to convulse, knowing Column wouldn’t last long. To extract more blood, he immediately cut open the artery in his neck with a knife.

As the blood gushed out, Column recalled the scene of his father angrily hitting him.

Large slaves give birth to small slaves for their masters and then resent the disobedience of small slaves. They don’t even want to hear the truth, even when they beat them to death with their own hands. How ridiculous!

Column felt a flame burning in his chest, growing calmer at heart as he found it amusing. In an instant, his short, painful life flashed before his eyes like a film reel, and he felt his body floating lightly away.

"So it’s true people can become ghosts after they die. Then why... with so many wrongfully killed in Riverfront Village, hasn’t anyone become a vengeful ghost to seek revenge? Could it be because the Divine Statue once emitted divine light to protect?" Column couldn’t comprehend it.

He stood by the bed, watching his body gradually stiffen, watching the elders from the three major families convening to discuss where to hold the ritual. For a long time, he finally thought he should find a place to hide!

Just like avoiding monsters at night, now as a ghost, he must evade the legendary Ghost Messengers’ capture.

As long as he stays in the Human World, perhaps one day he could become a vengeful ghost to haunt the three major families!

Column’s spirit floated out of the He Family uncertain where to go, the scorching sunlight frightened him, and in a rush, he sought a dark place to hide—and that’s when he discovered the cracked Divine Statue.

It was no longer emitting holy light, standing silently at the heart of the village like a tomb, exuding an intense aura of death.

Without thinking much, Column’s spirit drifted into the crack, transforming into a wisp of black smoke, slipping inside the Divine Statue to hide.

"I’m fortunate, hahaha..." Meanwhile, Yin Messenger Ma Hongtu, who should have gone to Riverfront Village, was instead drunk, walking shoulder to shoulder with another Yin Messenger along Yellow Springs Road, "Tell me, amidst the chaos everywhere, who could still produce such refined paper ingots? Spending money to burn some Paper Money for the dead is a sign of a good conscience!"

"Indeed, finding such useful paper ingots, today I’m benefiting from your luck, hehehe..."

"Our role is only temporary; the chance to be officially recognized is slim. Let’s make do, even a true Yin Messenger can’t be flawless, can they?"

"Exactly! Many places don’t even dispatch Yin Messengers, letting stray souls and wild ghosts roam about!"

"Let’s go back to my place for another drink, drink our fill, and have a nice sleep—it’s truly like living as an Immortal..."

......

The two temporary Yin Messengers giggled and staggered away, leaving Yellow Springs Road teeming with ghostly shadows, as the fierce wind blew who knows how many more secretly escaped.

The wind came suddenly; earlier, the sun shone brightly with flowers and birds. Now, with gusts of strong, prolonged wind shaking the treetops, it grew more violent. In the clear sky, clusters of dark clouds gathered.

"Grandpa, the weather’s changing outside." He Yaozu suddenly felt a bit anxious, in a room filled with the scent of blood and Talisman Papers marked with dark red symbols fluttering in the wind.

A fire burned in the center of the room, and the wind swayed the flames back and forth, howling.

"Shut up, I’m seriously inviting the god now!" The old man from the He Family occupying the southeast corner scolded softly, keeping his body still while his eyes darted outside.

Indeed, the weather changed, and he felt somewhat fearful inside, suspecting that employing the Forbidden Technique might have summoned something dreadful.

"Rustle!"

The Talisman Papers fluttered wildly, almost blown away by the wind, while the Xu Family elder sincerely prayed by the flame, tossing in papers with blood-painted runes.

The elder of Wang Family and his son took the northeast corner; the middle-aged Xu from Xu Family sat alone in the northwest corner, quiet and closed-eyed, waiting patiently.

According to the Xu Family elder, the summoned Immortal would occupy the set southwest corner to converse with everyone and tell them what kind of sacrificial offerings were needed.

The chanting grew faster and louder, blending with the howling wind, the fire’s roar, and the fluttering of the Talisman Papers, as though many unseen people were chanting together.

[Riverfront Village is conducting a blood curse sacrifice to invite the deity. The host has not activated the believers’ social connection and cannot be summoned]

Jiang Yuan was just mentioning the weather change and how he should bring the freshly made Incense Sticks inside, when he was suddenly notified by a system alert, feeling puzzled.

What sacrificial god-inviting?

What does "believers’ social connection" mean?

So if I activate this thing, I could be summoned by believers and pretend to be an Immortal like that Yin Mountain female corpse?