Surrounded by a group of mountains, around a tens of miles wide, blood-red flagstone, Ginger was sitting on a black hassock with legs crossed. In front of him were thirteen different-shaped bug cauldrons, from small to large.
Wooden, stone, jade and metal cauldrons were made of different shapes and sizes. They were all colorful, just like the colorful patches on the bodies of poisonous insects. Each cauldron was embossed with life-like patterns of poisonous insects. The largest cauldron, which was as big as a water tank, was embossed with over ten-thousand different kinds of poisonous insects.
In the Magi Palace, Ginger was recognized as one of the small group of people who were the hardest to mess with, among all the Magi who were poison masters.
He had lived for over a thousand years, but he didn't have a wife or children, and he had never contacted his own people, who were born in the Southern Wasteland. Apart from a few servants who did odd jobs, he didn't even have a single disciple. In Ginger's life, there were only those hideous and poisonous insects.
Especially fifty years ago, Ginger had killed a ten-thousand-year-old Mother of Poisonous Insects with the help of the Magi Palace at a great cost. After that, he had absorbed the soul of that Mother of Poisonous Insects into his own body. Since then, Ginger had become more and more eccentric, and no one wanted to be close to him.
"Eek, eek, my babies, you will soon have lots of delicious meat." Ginger was gently stroking the cauldron in front of him. His green pair of eyes were murky, without any human emotions.
"Fresh, hot, the sweetest human meat …" Blinking his eyes, Ginger chuckled and said, "Hm, not human meat, it's evil ghost meat. So, the taste may not be so good, but at least the amount is enough. "
"Tens of thousands of people!" Ginger took a deep breath, seeming to be intoxicated by the delicious food. He gently stroked the cauldron, which had become smooth and shiny after years of caressing, and repeated in a low voice, "Tens of thousands of people … those kids are so desperate, they brought so much food all of a sudden."
Tens of apprentices of the Magi Palace were holding Poisonous Insects flags, which were made by Ginger, and were walking quickly around the edge of the flagstone, according to the directions that Ginger had marked out. As they ran, they waved their banners. Countless colorful insect eggs of all sizes flew up from the banners and fell on the stone slabs like a downpour. Then, they silently merged into the stone slabs.
Every single Poison Gu flag hid more than ten billion insect eggs, and these insect eggs were all buried underground. If someone could see through the thick flagstones, they would be able to see hundreds of feet of insect eggs hidden underground!
This scene was enough to drive some people who were afraid of insects crazy!
But to Ginger, this scene was the most beautiful. And it was all so simple — a bunch of idiots who were rushing to their deaths rushed over, then were suddenly surrounded by countless poisonous insects that suddenly hatched. Billions of poisonous insects swarmed over and devoured these people cleanly, leaving not a single bone behind. This scene was simply too beautiful.
Jiang Yong was standing far away from them, a few Southern Wasteland Society's people were standing beside him.
A few hundred feet away from them were a few apprentices of the Northern Wilderness Great Sea Alliance.
They were looking at Ginger, who had been setting up the magic formation, in awe and reverence, while whispering to each other about Ginger's great achievements. Cruel methods, weird personality, and unscrupulous way of doing things, Ginger was just like a demon in the Magi Palace.
Only Jiang Yong was looking at Ginger with his sparkling eyes. He knew that Ginger was from the Bi Fang Clan, and was one of his clansmen. However, around a thousand years ago, Ginger had left the Bi Fang Clan, and never returned to the Southern Wasteland.
However, blood was thicker than water, especially for those large clans, bloodlines were the most important thing. Jiang Yong felt that he could at least talk to Ginger.
Therefore, after hesitating for a while, Jiang Yong carefully walked behind Ginger, kneeled down on the ground and kowtowed to him for a few times. Jiang Yong's movements were very sincere, and he had used quite a lot of strength. Therefore, his head bumped against the ground with a series of loud thuds, and even created a small hole on the hard flagstone.
"What are you doing?" Ginger stopped what he was doing, and yelled coldly, "Just hide aside. Later, if anyone dares to rush out of the magic formation, it will be your turn to kill him. If you kowtow to me, I won't give you anything. "
"Great Ancestor …" Jiang Yong politely greeted.
A thumb-thick, three-zhang long, pitch-black centipede abruptly darted out from Ginger's sleeve, coiled around Jiang Yong's body, and coiled around Jiang Yong's body. The centipede was as thick as a thumb, and was over thirty feet long.
Its hard and sharp tentacles easily sank into Jiang Yong's skin. The centipede's body was only as thick as a thumb, but its head was as big as a water tank. It pointed its head at Jiang Yong's face, and let out a faint smell of blood. Jiang Yong's face even paled in fright.
"Ancestor …" Jiang Yong called out again, not knowing what was good for him.
"Who's your Great Ancestor?" Ginger chuckled, turned around and scornfully glanced at Jiang Yong. After coldly snorting a few times, Ginger took out a thumb-sized, white, and translucent cocoon from his sleeve. He then stuffed the cocoon into his mouth as if he was eating a broad bean, and chewed it heartily.
While chewing, Ginger said in a cold voice, "Are you a Bi Fang Clan clansman? Don't you know that back then when I left the Bi Fang Clan, I had told you that if any Bi Fang Clan kid dares to show up in front of me, he or she would be seeking death? "
Jiang Yong's face turned deathly pale. He stared at Ginger in fear. He truly didn't know that there was such a saying!
After all, that had happened thousands of years ago, who would tell Jiang Yong these old stories, which obviously contained some dirty secrets?
"Normally, when you bumped into me in the Magi Palace, I would pretend that I didn't know you, and wouldn't say anything." Ginger finished off a handful of pupae, then took out another handful and began to enjoy it: "But today, you have come to find me … If I don't kill you, I would feel sorry for what I said to you in the past."
Jiang Yong's face turned pale in fright. He hurriedly screamed out, "Great Ancestor, please don't kill me! Me, me too … Our Bi Fang Clan has been bullied so badly. Our, our territories have been cut into half! "
Ginger's body suddenly paused, his hands stopped moving.
After a while, Ginger narrowed his eyes and said blandly, "What does the Bi Fang Clan's territories have to do with me? But, interesting, in the Southern Wasteland, who dares to mess with our Bi Fang Clan? Hm, you came to me now, don't tell me that the one who messed with the Bi Fang Clan was among those few kids who had been baiting the enemies? Do you want me to take revenge for you? "
Jiang Yong stared at Ginger in shock. He didn't think that Ginger could be so smart and pointed out the truth directly.
"Great Ancestor … you …"
Ginger lowered his eyelids, slightly sighed, raised his head and looked at the sky, then threw a heavy slap on Jiang Yong's face.
Followed by a loud and clear sound, Jiang Yong was sent flying for over three miles away, bumped into a cliff, and even half of his body had sunk into the cliff.
"Closer, closer, we're almost there!" Ginger murmured in a low voice. A faint layer of mist rose into the air, enveloping him and all the apprentices of the Magi Palace behind him.
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