After a moment, the Blood Pool receded, revealing the ground.
Master Qian, appearing drained of Qi-Blood, needed support to climb up from the underground, panting, "The Evil Spirit in the underground has been eliminated. We can start construction now. Wait a moment, Old Liao, you take ten quick-footed brothers down first and level the ground. Those blood-soaked areas can’t be used."
The craftsman next to Chen Shi, Old Liao, agreed and quickly called over a dozen young men to descend to the foundation, walking down the steps.
Chen Shi was about to leave when Stone Rock Lady chuckled, "The Evil Spirit underground has absorbed moonlight, creating an atmosphere. We must drive living stakes. This fat man negotiated with that thing, and since the thing doesn’t accept incense, he can’t cope with it, so we have to drive living stakes."
Chen Shi inquired, "What does driving living stakes mean?"
"It means a living sacrifice."
Stone Rock Lady explained, "Sacrificing a living person to the thing underground. Once it’s fed, it won’t cause trouble. Now that it has created an atmosphere, if we don’t drive living stakes, we can’t build this city wall. These dozen people are the offerings from Fatty Qian to the thing underground!"
Chen Shi had heard similar stories from his grandfather.
In the past, when building city walls, it was necessary to protect against the enemy’s spells; many black dogs were killed, and their Black Dog Blood mixed with glutinous rice soup to construct the walls. Many people were also killed to be built into the walls so that the walls wouldn’t collapse under a spell.
However, those killed were often condemned prisoners.
How could it be justified to sacrifice one’s own people for driving living stakes?
Chen Shi walked outward, suddenly stepping back sharply; he was about a dozen yards from Master Qian. Stepping back, he moved in front of Master Qian. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Even though Master Qian had cultivated the Nascent Soul, which put him at a higher level than Chen Shi, he couldn’t react in time. Chen Shi was already by his side and collided with his body.
His body, plump as a ball, was suddenly knocked flying into the depths of the foundation!
Master Qian was both shocked and angry, stirring his cultivation, but Chen Shi’s collision had scattered his Qi-Blood, rampaging inside his body, hard to control.
He stimulated his Nascent Soul, and a surge of Mana burst forth, about to grasp his own body, but then he saw Chen Shi standing at the edge of the foundation, looking down, his palm nonchalantly pressing down.
Master Qian immediately felt a mountainous force pressing down; his Nascent Soul couldn’t support his body, which with a thunderous crash, smashed onto the foundation.
He showed a look of terror and screamed, "Pull me out! Quick, pull me out!"
Old Liao and the others were descending the steps, seeing Master Qian hit the ground, and hurried to rescue him.
Unexpectedly, Master Qian seemed embedded in the ground, unable to move, his copious flesh rapidly dissolving, quickly leaving only a skeleton lying there, with numerous hair-thin white worm-like tentacles dancing within his bones, seemingly unsatisfied, hungry for more.
Seeing this, Old Liao and others didn’t dare descend further, standing there bewildered.
"The driving of the living stakes is complete."