Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

The sacrifice did not last long.

About twenty minutes passed while Qin Shang was pondering in his heart.

The old woman in the front row who was in charge of the sacrificial ceremony suddenly raised a peach wood sword, and then shook the sword in her hand like skipping rope, causing yellow paper talismans to fly everywhere.

Wow!

In an instant, the several red paper lanterns hanging above the entire temple were extinguished in an instant.

The surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

As expected, there were no panicked screams from the surroundings.

Qin Shang was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a maid with a small fluorescent hat on her head walking towards him not far away.

In fact, in this kind of copy, it is relatively simple to distinguish the status of master and servant.

The background board is the Republic of China era, when China's feudal ideology had not yet been completely abandoned.

The people present may not all be descendants of the Lin family, but they are definitely well-known and influential figures.

Those maids-like people were all dressed very lightly, although they were also wearing pure white mourning clothes.

But at first glance, the fabric of the clothes was different from his own and the ones worn by everyone present.

The mourning clothes I was wearing at least had the ability to keep me warm.

The mourning clothes worn by the maids were barely even a piece of thin cloth, and several of them looked pale, not because they could not bear the horrific atmosphere here.

It was because he was wearing too little and was shivering from the cold, so his face was pale.

"Just now, when I stepped forward to kneel and burn incense, I took the incense stick from the maid's hand, and my fingers accidentally touched the maid's. I could clearly feel a piercing chill coming from the maid's fingertips."

"If this worship activity doesn't end, there will be no need for supernatural events. Someone in the Lin family will die tonight, and several maids will surely be frozen to death..."

I don’t know what season it is in the background, but Qin Shang always feels that there is a gust of cold wind in this sacrificial hall.

Even though he was wearing several layers of clothes underneath, he still felt a cold wind blowing into his arms from time to time.

In other words, even in activities such as sacrificial ceremonies, the status of maids or servants is inferior to others.

The clothing still needs to be different from that of the host.

"I just don't know if this incident really happened in modern history..."

"If this is a real story, then these maids are really pitiful."

At the same time, the maid who had taken the initiative to walk towards Qin Shang came up to him and knelt down gently.

Her face turned pale and she asked Qin Shang in a trembling voice;

"Master, are you tired? Xiaoyu has been cleaning your room. No one has lived in your room since you left."

"I clean on time every day. It's very clean. You are tired from traveling. Do you want to go back to your room and rest first?"

Hearing this, Qin Shang nodded.

Master?

It seems that my status in the copy is not low.

He glanced at the other people around him, and almost everyone who was kneeling there was taken away by a maid.

It seems that I have to retract my initial guess. These people are not just descendants of the Lin family.

And it is very likely that they are all prominent family members among their descendants.

If there is a maid dedicated to serving him, can that be an ordinary character?

Even in a powerful and wealthy family, the descendants are definitely divided into different classes.

It is impossible for everyone to have the Lin family arrange a maid specifically for them. This would be a huge waste of resources.

"No, not all of them are necessarily from the Lin family."

At this moment, Qin Shang shook his head.

The fat guy who had spoken to me was most likely not a descendant of the Lin family, because there was no word "Lin" on his mourning clothes.

Qin Shang observed for such a long time and finally figured it out.

If those present are descendants of the Lin family, the mourning clothes they wear will have the word "Lin" on them.

On the back, there is a relatively simple regular script.

If the person was not a descendant of the Lin family, there would not be this feature on the mourning clothes.

"Just now the old lady seemed to say that he was Shopkeeper Cui. He should be the shopkeeper of a medicine shop that has a cooperation with the Lin family's medicine shop, right?"

Qin Shang made some ambiguous guesses in his mind.

Then, with the help of the maid, she slowly stood up and followed the maid out of the temple.

After taking only two steps, a pair of large hands pressed down on my shoulders.

Qin Shang was stunned and his hair stood on end.

My already nervous and panicked heart sank, and I reflexively searched for the character card on my body, almost summoning the props.

However, when he saw the other person's face clearly and realized that it was the shopkeeper Cui who had spoken to him, Qin Shang forced a smile.

"what happened?"

Shopkeeper Cui pointed mysteriously at the altar at the front of the temple, and then pointed at Qin Shang;

"Let's talk about it later. There have been too many strange things happening in your Lin family recently."

"If you don't plan to stay long, I advise you to leave today. This is not the place to talk. Remember to meet at the old place..."

Qin Shang gave a bitter smile;

"it is good!"

What exactly is the old place?

I don't plan to stay for long, but Shenlu won't let me out until I complete the mission!

You think I want to stay in this damn place?

As everyone was watching, Shopkeeper Cui couldn't say much to Qin Shang. As for Qin Shang, he had no way of asking Shopkeeper Cui openly.

After all, there are Lin family members and maids walking around all the time. What if I say, "Brother, I've been a little forgetful lately. Can you remind me where we should meet later?"

Isn't this a complete idiot who takes the initiative to be a conspicuous bag?

It’s okay if it didn’t attract other people’s attention. If other people heard it, they might become curious.

What national affairs are you two grown men planning to discuss at night?

Fortunately, he had a maid named Xiaoyu by his side.

It seems that the character in the copy should be very familiar with Xiaoyu.

[Ding! Congratulations, you have survived for an hour in the dungeon]

Just then, an electronic prompt sounded.

Hearing this, Qin Shang sighed.

This copy prompt sound seems to be mocking myself.

In just one hour, Qin Shang had the illusion that he was shrouded in fog.

There are still seventy-one hours left!