The year 1048 BC was the last year of the Yin Shang dynasty.

The slanting sun on the horizon sank little by little into the vast and lonely seabed, dyeing half of the sea surface red.

Bang la blah. Bang la blah.

The sea breeze blew lightly, but it only stirred up a shallow layer of waves, which fluttered thinly on the sand.

In this salty sea flavor, Xia Gui gradually regained consciousness, and through the gusts of sea breeze mixed with the smell of the sea, his chaotic brain gradually sobered up.

The bones all over his body were falling apart and aching, as if he had been beaten heavily, and the dry skin, as if it had been cut by a sharp knife, was a faint pain. Xia Gui slowly opened his mouth, his tongue inadvertently touched his lips, and he licked out a slight chapped bloody smell due to excessive thirst.

His hands and feet moved subconsciously, but he found that he could not move, as if several finger-thick hemp ropes were wrapped around his arms, and his hands were tied to a wooden pole.

"I'm tied up?"

Xia Gui opened his eyes vigilantly like a cheetah.

In front of you is a beach with a bonfire, and the soles of your feet are moist sandy ground, and you can feel the residual warmth of the sea between your toes.

Sure enough, he was tied straight to a wooden pole, and it was a big tie! like a lamb that had been washed, as if it was about to be sent to the grill.

Xia Gui tried to break free from the restraints on his hands, but the rope was so tight that he couldn't break free.

In the misty sight, he looked left and right, and found that there were about fifty people two meters around him, all of whom were tied to the wooden catch and formed a huge circle. And in the center of the circle, there is a strange fire that burns brightly.

I don't know what was burning in the fire, emitting a strange burning smell, Xia Gui couldn't help frowning when he smelled it. He coughed lowly, only to realize that his voice was so hoarse.

A robed wizard wearing an indigo phoenix feather on his head and an eagle's beak totem on his forehead stood by a campfire, muttering words and not knowing what to say. The raging fire reflected on the wizard's pale face, revealing a bit of weirdness and horror even more.

"The time has come, the time has come, and the people are ready to begin martyrdom. A thick voice came. It was a nobleman who spoke, and his unusual identity was evident from his ornate clothing.

The wizard beside the fire raised his head and said slowly, "The prisoners of war and slaves are ready, Lord Zhongying. As for who is buried and who stays, it depends on the meaning of the two turtles. ”

The wizard slowly parted his hands, only to see a huge black turtle lying on each of his palms.

The wizard stepped forward slowly, and the god muttered: "These two turtles have been dipped in the blood of the dead little young master, and the consciousness of the little young master has also been attached to the bodies of these two turtles. If the little master wanted to take anyone away, the turtle would eat half of the shrimp meat at their feet. ”

Xia Gui glanced down, and there was indeed a small, inconspicuous piece of shrimp meat under his feet.

It was probably a live shrimp that had been killed and cut into two or three pieces, with a small piece of diced meat placed at his feet.

In this era, the nobles who died in the tribe were usually sacrificed with the blood of slaves and prisoners of war. And these wizards of no level, in order to show their miracles, usually decide the life and death of slaves in a way that borders on the absurdity of a game.

Out of the corner of Zhongying's eyes, more than fifty prisoners of war tied to wooden stakes swept over one by one. When his eyes swept over the young man's face, Xia Gui couldn't help but shudder. It was a look without waves or emotions, like looking at an animal about to be sent to the slaughterhouse.

Xia Gui's heart froze, "They want me to be buried with me?"

His gaze shrank slightly, and the memories that were sealed in the depths of his heart suddenly rolled into his heart one after another.

He is the sixth prince of the Southern Wilderness Kingdom, Xia Gui.

A war and the destruction of the family and the country.

The Chongming Bird, a divine beast with a thousand-year-old cultivation, invaded his body......

In order to protect him, the most beloved teacher sealed the monster in his body, and along with this, there was also his cultivation......

After the war passed, Xia Gui was tied up with the defeated army and martyred. But when martyrdom began in earnest, he realized that he was in a desperate situation.

Looking out through the raging fire, I saw a group of soldiers in bronze armor not far away, carrying swords, broadswords, and spears, constantly patrolling and wandering. At first glance, the soldiers were densely packed, with their hands raised and their feet raised with calm and well-trained steps, but there were at least one hundred and eighty of them.

From the perspective of these well-equipped soldiers, this must be the sacrificial ground of a large slave owner with a high status, but this slave owner did not show up, and everything was left to Zhongying and the wizard.

The wails of the prisoners of war rang in their ears.

"Your Excellency, let us go!"

"As long as you spare the little one's life, the little one is willing to be a cow and a horse!"

"The little ones are willing to be slaves for generations, and they only ask the adults to let the little ones go!"

The pleading voices around me really drilled into my ears, wave after wave.

Xia Gui slammed his strength, trying to break free from the rope behind him. However, he found that there was no true qi in his dantian at all. Breaking free from the rope is naturally easy for him on weekdays, but it is difficult to reach the sky at this moment.

"Let go of me, I'm the sixth ...... of the Southern Wilderness" Xia Gui wanted to shout, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't shout.

The Southern Wilderness Country has been shattered, and his identity has completely become worthless! If he shouts out, I am afraid that the situation in front of him will become even more complicated.

Not far away, the black turtle has begun to feed. It crawled to the feet of the first unlucky ghost and swallowed the first piece of shrimp with its mouth open.

The wizard's grim gaze immediately focused on the man, and with one of his glances, two stout men ran over, uprooted the unfortunate man with a wooden pole, and threw him into the fire with a "whoosh".

The blazing tongue of fire immediately engulfed the unfortunate man, and the extreme heat caused him to let out a heart-rending scream.

A strong and pungent smell soon wafted from the martyrdom, perhaps this kind of smell was already commonplace for wizards and Lord Zhongying, but Xia Gui felt a tightness in his throat, and he was almost about to vomit.

One by one, the living were thrown into the fire.

Mourning was all over the field, and the ears were full of ghostly howls, and the martyrdom and sacrificial ground were suddenly filled with gloomy clouds, and the expressions of the living people became extremely worried.

When another unlucky man was thrown into the fire, the slaves began to wail, and some were so frightened that they peed their pants and their voices trembled and changed their tune.

"Could it be...... Am I going to die here?" Xia Gui's hands and feet were cold, and a wave of despair surged in his heart.

A person who has not cultivated is tied to the martyrdom of people in a foreign land, and there is no way to escape. The family and country are shattered, and the life and death of the parents are unknown.

And the most beloved teacher, after sealing a terrible divine beast in his body, his soul has been extinguished since then. At this moment, who else can save him from this dead end?