Sacrifice?!

All Aarons were stupid.

Although I don’t know what he is going to do for this sacrifice, the word “sacrifice” alone is not right?

What about the promised start of the old man giving away golden fingers?

If you don’t give it, don’t give it. It’s a life for the Mao to lose!

Let’s not be the golden finger, please send this old man away, thank you!

However, although Aaron was so panicked, he seemed particularly calm on the surface, even with a hint of smile.

At this time, he had to thank the harsh boss who came to find fault if he had something to do, at least he could smile on the surface while he was raving in his heart.

"So, what should I do?" Aaron calmly looked at the wooden stick in the old man's hand and said.

A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he praised, "It's really worthy of being the sacrifice that my Lord likes."

A genius wants to be taken aback!

Aaron complained wildly in his heart, but he knew that he must not act rashly at this time, especially not to attack this old comrade who looked over 80 years old.

Since the old man knew that he might resist and still allowed him to restore his ability to move, he must have come prepared.

Just because Qin Ming's insane green soul who doesn't understand fighting at all, and Aaron's body that has long been hollowed out by alcohol, why should he fight this old man head-on?

Looking through the memory, Aaron knew that the original owner was just a ignorant fool and could not do anything.

Even the sword that symbolizes the glory of the family was mortgaged to the blacksmith for the capital to drink in the tavern.

Otherwise, where can a down-and-out nobleman who has no territory, vassals, servants, or even beds get the money for wine?

"If you are willing to cooperate, I believe that we will get along very well." The old man looked at the darkness not far away, as if he was confirming something, and then turned to Aaron and said.

Then, he took out a pile of pieces of stuff from the worn robe, including a ball of air-dried meat, a gray-brown fur, and an unknown can of transparent liquid...

Aaron felt more and more uneasy as he watched him pull out all kinds of things like a dormant cat.

But the more uneasy he became, the more curious he became.

Although his reason told him that these things were definitely not New Year's gifts for him, he suddenly wanted to know what these things were used for.

Or, what kind of form will these things be used on him.

After all, he is a sacrifice, and these are undoubtedly auxiliary materials...

"Soulless grass, the dust of monsters, the fresh and strong human carrier..." the old man murmured to himself.

Aaron's mouth twitched.

It’s okay to be strong, but what the hell is fresh?

At this time, the old man had stacked all the materials in some mysterious arrangement.

He glanced at Aaron deeply and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked subconsciously.

"You didn't escape." Hearing the old man's tone, he seemed a little regretful.

"What if I run away?"

"I will break your legs, anyway, the amount of flesh in your upper body is enough to support my Lord's arrival."

Break your legs?

Meat amount?

Aaron couldn't help swallowing, and while he was frantically complaining in his heart why he wanted to pick up the coin, but on the other hand, the curiosity in his heart made him involuntarily wonder what would happen next.

This immersive feeling is much better than those so-called 3A masterpieces.

And it can be free!

Well, it's just a bit of a life...

Aaron quietly took a few steps back quietly while thinking about it.

The old man noticed his little movements, but he didn't care. He even smiled kindly and said to him, "You can take a few more steps."

Clam? How many more steps can you take?

Aaron was stunned and instinctively felt something was wrong.

But the old man had already gently paused the wooden stick in his hand.

The gray-brown fur began to burn silently, emitting heavy black smoke.

In a trance, Aaron seemed to see the virtual image of a mouse, as if he heard the whispers of a group of people.

But before he could take a closer look, under the dim light of fire, the condensed black smoke rushed towards him like a living thing.

Aaron tried to dodge several times, but found that no matter how he moved, he could not get rid of the weird black smoke.

He immediately turned his head and ran away, but he didn't run far and understood why the old man was so fearless - the road behind him was a dead end, and the end was sealed tightly by the collapsed stone brick walls!

Aaron's heart sank.

There is no way out, this old man is really bad!

Maybe I can struggle a little longer...

He was just curious, but it didn't mean he wanted to die.

The old man just stood there. Under the reflection of the fire, Aaron could see clearly the disdain and mockery on his face.

"Can't you change the offering?" Aaron whispered, trying to delay time.

But the old man said with a frenzy: "It is your honor to be appointed as a sacrifice by the Lord."

Aaron couldn't help but say, "What's your master like about me? Can't I change it?"

But the old man did not respond, but frowned and looked at the darkness in the distance.

He seemed to sense something was approaching.

Aaron took a deep breath and observed the surroundings quickly and carefully before the black smoke had arrived.

Years of experience in playing stand-alone game masterpieces finally played a role at this time. Just when Black Smoke was only a few steps away from Aaron, he saw the torch inserted into the wall.

Although it was a torch that was about to be extinguished, it was also the only weapon he could use to fight so far.

Aaron didn't expect the stones and bricks on the ground to cause damage to the weird black smoke.

That thing can obviously save physical attacks.

If you stay there, you will die and you will have to break into the black smoke!

Fight!

He gritted his teeth, rushed towards the torch with his teeth, and symbolically wanted to flash through the black smoke passing by.

But the black smoke reacted very quickly and wrapped it up with a rewind.

In an instant, Aaron's eyes went black.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Aaron's heart still sank and shouted that it was about to disappear.

The black smoke just looks like illusory smoke, but in fact it is as sticky as glue. It takes a huge effort to take every step in it.

What's more important is that Aaron clearly heard the whisper from the black fog: "Join me, believe me, believe in me..."

The whisper seemed to have some inexplicable magic. After just repeating it several times, he vaguely felt that the whisper seemed quite reliable and was a big brother who could rely on.

Before he could make several steps, he had just recovered a lot of energy and was exhausted again. His legs were as heavy as lead and he could no longer take steps.

Darkness, exhaustion, whispering...

Aaron could even clearly feel the malice hidden in the black smoke.

Everything seemed to be back to the beginning, and in a trance he saw the flying coin again.

The whispers and whispers disappeared at this moment, and all unknown syllables sang loudly at this moment.

He finally heard the sentence he repeated countless times clearly—“Good luck.”

The complex runes arranged and combined in front of him, and finally formed a light curtain.

[Host information was detected... Meet the conditions, activate fragments: Fate Coin!]

[Not charged at present... officially unlocked after charging...]

【Energy traces are detected, is it absorbing charging?】

Is there any other choice?

Old guy, want to kill me?

You're stupid, I have a system!
Chapter completed!