With my tears rolling down my cheeks, the sacrificial man walked past us holding a torch.

Through the haze of tears, I saw clearly that the person who was being sacrificed was an old woman. Perhaps it was inappropriate to call her an old woman. I had memories of her because I had talked with her in the past few days.

She told me that she was 49 years old and was mentally prepared to die at any time. She just hoped that her husband and two children were safe outside the town. She said that she would do anything for them.

"At the beginning, the man and I discussed who would stay. I said I would stay, and he said he would stay. Later I told him that he was a man. Living outside the town would be easier. Even if you put in some effort, you could make a difference.

Life is better, this is for the sake of the children, so he went out and I stayed." When she said this, her expression was peaceful, and I actually saw a sense of happiness in her expression.

I remember that on the first day, we grabbed a lot of food. She held the bowl in both hands and whispered with a smile: "I am very happy that I can eat enough for lunch today."

This is just a woman I have known for a few days, even a woman who doesn't talk much and is somewhat silent. Now she has been disemboweled and put on a tray. I can't stop crying.

The more I think about it, the more I choke up.

And I'm not the only one crying. Everyone in our group knows the existence of these poor people. Now they are pretending to 'surrender' and sacrificing themselves just to give us a chance, believing that we can bring light to them.

I bit the back of my hand, it was really unbearable, but I had to cherish their thoughts and I had to endure it.

The wind blew from the bank of the Yellow River, and those men in cloaks had already passed by our eyes. I wiped away my tears, then stood up, and blended into their team with gentle and quick movements. My friends followed suit,

After all, under the cover of night and cloaks, these people would not look back, so sneaking in was easier than we thought.

When they reached the bank of the Yellow River, the team stopped moving forward. The trays were placed on the bank. Those who originally held the trays began to recite weird sacrificial prayers, and then scattered everything about the poor woman little by little.

The water of the Yellow River responded with a few quiet sounds. Ru Yue, who had been standing beside me, suddenly became unsteady. I heard her whisper: "Her husband and son will be so sad when they know about it.

"

At that moment, no tears came out of my eyes, I just clenched my fists angrily, and the hard nails pricked my palms, as if such heavy heartache could alleviate some of it.

As the sacrifices were thrown out, the faint sound of joy began to grow louder, and the crowd began to boil. Perhaps because the sacrifices this time were a few "old die-hards", these people were extremely excited and cheered.

The noise was actually louder than the last large-scale sacrifice I encountered. As for what was thrown just now, they may not have paid attention at all.

The sound of joy was approaching, and the sound of the boat breaking through the water was finally faintly audible. At this time, the extremely excited people began to kneel down one by one, and everyone in our group looked at me subconsciously.

I watched the moonless night all night. Sometimes compared with the weight of life, some things may be as light as a feather. I knelt down silently. As long as I can enter that holy village, destroy the source, and repay this group of poor people,

So what if they kneel down? What I kneel down in my heart is that they have not given up on their bottom line as human beings.

As I knelt down, everyone in our group knelt down one after another, and lay together in a dark mass with those depraved people.

The person in charge of the sacrifice was still Wei Donglai. As the ship approached, his excited, flattering and excited voice sounded again. I had no interest in listening to what he was saying. I only knew that he was praising a 'great victory', which meant

How different the sacrifice was this time.

As Wei Donglai's chatter ended, the ship had already docked.

Sure enough, the mysterious big ship didn't appear, only two small boats that really carried people, still decorated like that, with big festive red flowers on their heads, appeared here.

There is a helmsman on both ships, who is no different from the one who appeared last time. Both are wearing typical Northwest attire of a certain age, wearing a bamboo hat, and are waiting quietly.

The wind was getting stronger at this time, and the few old people who were tied up and were about to be sent to the holy village began to be pushed forward by some people, and they kept getting closer to the holy boat. I silently counted 123 in my heart.

, and then suddenly burst into flames and shouted: "It's now!"

The river beach is not very smooth. There are some small rocks on it that hurt my feet. My feet hurt. The wind blew across my face and the black cloak I was wearing was raised high, but none of this could slow down the process.

My speed, now all I can see is the so-called guiding ship that is full of mystery.

Because the speed was too fast, the people who were originally kneeling were not sure what was going on. Only after we had run more than ten meters did some of them raise their heads.

The extremely fast speed allowed us to jump over the old people who were being pushed forward. Although there were two boats coming, we could not be separated according to the plan. It was better to stay together in a group when we went to that mysterious and unknown place, so we ran.

Hui Gen'er and Tao Bo, who were at the front, both jumped onto the first boat.

The reason for this is because we don't know what the so-called messenger is at all, but as long as it has a physical form, it is always right to let the person with the most power go, so as to ensure that the messenger can be controlled instantly and let him lead him.

Take us to the Holy Village.

"Ah!" Tao Bo and Hui Gen'er roared and rushed toward the envoy. The envoy, who had been a little numb in the face of all the changes, also let out a roar that was not human, but somewhat like Wei Donglai's, and rushed toward Hui Gen.

Er and Tao Bai pounced.

The strange thing is that the so-called messenger on the other boat didn't respond at all and was still waiting for people to send those old people to his boat.

I no longer have time to wonder why the messenger on that boat reacted like this. The people at this moment have completely woken up to what happened. They are extremely angry at our disrespectful behavior towards the messenger, as if we have blasphemed their

Just like our ancestors.

In order to avoid being entangled by these crazy and angry crowds, almost all of us jumped onto the small boat that was shaking due to the struggle between the three of us without thinking.

The deck is not very big. If there were so many of us standing on it, there would be a risk of subversion, so we all rushed into the cabin one by one. Because I wanted to ultimately control and monitor the messenger, I did not follow him in, but I

Not idle, he simply picked up the pole and moved it gently towards the shore. Then the swaying ship suddenly drifted away and left the shore.

Wei Donglai on the shore was yelling angrily. As for what he was shouting, I didn't care at all, but I was very concerned about letting the ship leave the shore. I heard that Xiao Chengqian and the so-called messenger who were the first to rush into the cabin were talking to

Hui Gen'er, who was fighting, uttered a curse word at the same time.

The cabin door curtain was lifted by Xiao Chengqian. His eyes were a little dazed at the moment. He forced himself to say to me: "Chengyi, don't come in. There is something in here that makes people confused. Brother Chengxin is in it."

Here we go." Then Xiao Chengqian fell backwards with a 'plop' sound, and the door curtain closed the cabin again.

Before I had time to worry about Xiao Chengqian, I saw that the messenger's cloak had been lifted off, finally revealing his so-called 'true face'. The first time I saw it, I couldn't help but cursed 'I am X' in my heart!

This is simply the most inhuman person I have ever seen. I never thought that what was hidden under the loose robes and bamboo hats was such a face. If I wanted to describe it, one sentence would be very appropriate, just like it.

People who have reached an advanced stage of 'anorexia'.

He has no human shape at all, his dry skin clings tightly to his bones, making him look like a skeleton wrapped in a layer of human skin! But looking at his fight with Hui Gen'er Tao Bo, he is still incredibly strong. Such a fight

How does this body burst out with such vitality?

All I can say is this group of ‘vampires’!

When I was in a daze, the ship was drifting further and further away. The messenger who was silent even during the fight suddenly spoke and said to us in a dry and hoarse voice with a scratchy sound: "If you want to go, then

Go, there's no point in fighting, don't stop me from punting the boat."

Hui Gen'er and Tao Bo looked at him in disbelief and then at me.

I said: "Then let him go." This was just a matter of intuition, and I felt that what he said was true.

Hui Gen'er and Tao Bo hesitantly let go of the so-called messenger. He picked up the bamboo hat and put it on again without expression, and then held up the oar: "You all go in, otherwise I won't be able to take you there.

It’s against the rules.”

"No, I have to stay on the bow." I insisted.

"That's up to you." The messenger was cold and indifferent, as if he had no human feelings.
Chapter completed!