(PS: This chapter is slightly dark, so use it with caution.) Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info)

After the night breeze left, the couple who had been bowing their heads to clean up the remnants of the table looked up at each other, and there was no meaningful meaning.

After the night breeze returned to the room, he felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and the feeling of drowsiness hit his heart, so that he couldn't even change his clothes, so he could only lie down on the bed directly with his clothes, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

The moon soon rose, it was a waning moon, the crooked moon hook had a faint pronunciation, and the faint yellow moonlight sprinkled the earth, gilding with a layer of brilliance.

The whole village was shrouded in a soft moonlight, and the tall trees on the mountain were cast long shadows by the moonlight, swaying in the wind, like fierce beasts with teeth and claws, adding a bit of strangeness to the silence. Especially from time to time, there is the sound of wolves howling at the moon, which makes people shudder when they hear it.

At nightfall, the villagers did not just go to sleep, but lit kerosene lamps, and every house was flickering with faint lights, as if waiting for something.

After some time, on the branches of the moon, a humming sound similar to a whistle sounded in the village, but it was even sharper, making all the villagers feel a burst of tinnitus and dizziness. Even the only night wind in his sleep couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows irritably, turned over, and still didn't wake up.

After the strange sound subsided, a house in the middle of the village, which looked larger and neater than the surrounding tiled houses, was opened, and an old man with a long white beard and gray, rough hair with his eyes half-closed, his ears drooping, looked very unenergetic. His hair and beard were a little messy, and he was wearing only a gray robe, so he walked out of the room with a kerosene lamp in his hand.

And behind him, there was also an old woman with dizzy eyes, who seemed to be old, and followed in steps, but this old woman was dragging a big sack in her hand. On the road crossed, there would be a circle of darkness under the sack, and I don't know what flowed out.

The old woman didn't react to this, and the whole person seemed to be full of dead silence and lifelessness. It was very strange that dragging such a bag of hemp that seemed to be very heavy, but the old woman did not show the slightest difficulty, and still followed closely behind the old man in front.

It's like a start. When the old man walked out of the house with the old woman behind him, and walked towards the center of the village, the surrounding people also opened the door one after another, holding a kerosene lamp in their hands, or carrying a lantern, just like the old woman, walking corpses towards the center of the village.

From the village chief's house as the center, the surrounding houses radiated in a circle, and everyone opened the door one after another as if they had received some signal.

There was no sound.

Obviously, there are so many people who go out to roam the streets without sleep at night, but it is very strange that there is no movement or the slightest sound of footsteps, and everyone is fluttering, like walking corpses to the same destination. Even if I met someone I knew halfway, no one said hello, and I didn't even move my eyes.

At this time, there was no longer even the howl of the wolves on the mountain, there was a dead silence in the woods, and the whole village was also a strange dead silence. No matter how many people there are, they don't make people feel a trace of life.

The most contradictory thing is that it is obviously in the middle of summer at this time, and there are first-class trees around, but at this time, there is not the slightest sound of insects!

The discovery was simply creepy.

These villagers all arrived in the center of the village lightly, and then they stopped one after another, and their stiff and dead faces changed slightly.

They raised their eyes to the huge altar that had risen at some point in the middle of all the villagers, and the eight pillars that surrounded it.

The color of the altar was a deep black, with some strange patterns on it. In particular, even if you don't get close, you can clearly smell that there is a thick smell of blood on the altar that makes people want to gag, even if it is a distance, it is still clear.

Not only this deep blackened altar, but also the eight pillars around it also exuded a strong smell of blood, which made people feel sick when they smelled it, and I don't know how much blood was used to water it. The only difference was that the color of the eight pillars was not as dark as an altar, but as dark as blood, bright and dripping, as if there was countless blood flowing on them, constantly sliding down, unusually disgusting.

But for this smell, for this strange scene, these villagers seem to be unaware. On the contrary, looking at this altar, a fiery color gradually rose in his eyes, a kind of crazy heat like a fanatical believer, no matter who looks at it, I am afraid that his scalp will be numb.

And for all this, Night Wind didn't know anything, he was still in a sweet sleep at this time, sleeping well.

"Fathers and fellow villagers......" The white-bearded old man who was the first to come out of the room stood up tremblingly, raised his hand high, and his voice trembled, as if he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

Those were looking at the village chief with feverish eyes, waiting for him to announce the beginning of the ceremony.

The village chief's eyes swept away, and his voice became more and more excited and high-pitched, "Darkness has come to the world again, and light will eventually sink." It's time for sacrifice again! O great god, O merciful and generous god, who will give us everything!"

The village chief waved his hand, "Let's put sacrifices!"

After the village chief's voice fell, several people walked to the stage one after another, and the fiery eyes of all the remaining villagers suddenly fell on them...... To be precise, it should be the body of the hemp bag they dragged behind their backs, revealing a strong greed and desire.

It seems that it is so glorious to have a so-called sacrifice that people can envy it.

Among these people, there is the old woman who follows the village chief, and ...... The couple who took in the night breeze!

But at this time, the simple couple had extreme greed in their eyes, with a strong desire and fiery worship, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the dark altar, as if they were unaware of the thick smell of blood around them, as if they could ignore everything around them for the sake of this so-called sacrifice.

All the people who came to the front of the stage untied the sack in front of the altar, untied the rope by dividing it by two, and pushed it away, and the sack fell to the ground, and the contents rolled out.

In the sack of the seemingly honest and simple couple, what is contained in it is the sleeping night breeze!

The situation of the night wind is quite good, and some of the people around are already dying with a breath left, even in the face of this situation, there is no way to wake up.

Just give them one more time, and I'm afraid they're going to die. If it weren't for the fact that the sacrificial offering needed to be alive, I'm afraid that all the people in the sack would have died by this time.

Others are in even more miserable condition, and it is not for nothing that they lack arms and short clothes, especially the sack in the old woman's hand, and the person in it is simply miserable!

It was a person covered in blood, even at this time, the blood on his body was still not clean, and he was always holding his breath, and his whole body could no longer see the ups and downs, and the blood flowed endlessly.

There was not a clean spot on his body, it was all covered in blood. The darkness left behind by the old woman dragging the sack was the blood that kept flowing in the darkness!

No matter how miserable the situation of these people was, they could not arouse even the slightest sympathy or pity from the villagers, and no one even paid attention to them!

Everyone's attention seemed to be on the deep, blackened altar at this time, and their fanatical gaze fell on it, not paying any attention to Night Wind, who were already lambs to the slaughter. To them, it all seems like it's just a trivial matter.

And the village chief also turned around at this time, facing the huge deep blackened altar in front of him, his face full of supreme reverence and fanaticism.

"Oh, Lord, Thou art our greatest god, Thou art our faith, thy God shall be with us, Thou hast saved us from the sea of misery, Thou hast rained and dewed the earth, Thou hast brought us a new ......," the village chief babbled, nothing more than words of praise.

The expression of the village chief is very pious, and it seems that everything he says comes from the heart. When they got to the back, some of the villagers also opened their mouths one after another, and the voices of their prayers were pious and loud, as if they were really performing some sacred ritual.

But here, there are no gods, no sages, no light, just a monstrous altar and eight pillars of blood, just a village that has gone crazy and a bunch of neurotic villagers, only ...... A living human being as a sacrifice!

“…… Now we are here to offer you a sacrifice in the hope that you will be able to give us a blessing!"

After a long period of praise and prayer, the village chief finally uttered this sentence with reverence.

At this time, it was already ten midnight.

Around, there was a sudden unprovoked wind.

The villagers cheered up, and one by one they suddenly frantically swarmed up, dragging the half-immortal sacrifices out of the sacks roughly, without the slightest hint of pity or concern for their remaining life.

But even so, no matter how crazy the villagers were, they did not forget to keep the lives of these poor people, so that the sacrifices would not die before the sacrifice began.

Dragged everyone to the huge altar, arranged neatly in a certain position, the villagers knelt down on the altar reverently, and a silver light flashed in the darkness......

"Remember, you must not allow the sacrifice to die during the sacrifice. This time, it was hard to get the number together, and there must be no more mistakes. The more delicious these sacrifices are, the more likely it is that the great God will come down and give us a blessing!"

The village chief was kind and enticing, took the knife himself, picked up a pig-killing knife, knelt in front of a sleeping sacrifice, and looked at the sleeping person in front of him kindly, as if he was looking at a fine work of art.

Then, the village chief gestured with the knife, obviously it was already an unusually old body, and his body was trembling because of excitement, but his hand was unusually steady and slowly fell......

"Hmph—"

I don't know what kind of medicine these villagers are ordering, even in the face of this situation, even if they have been pierced into their bodies, even if they are about to face being skinned and cramped, the sleeping sacrifice that was cut still did not wake up, but always had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had a good dream.

But the village chief didn't give him such a good time.

The village chief carried spiritual power in his hand and slapped it on the man's body, making him sober up, under his shocked and painful gaze and hideous face, he still operated in an unhurried and orderly manner, and did not forget to explain to the other villagers at the same time.

And all the villagers didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with this, nor did they feel that there was anything cruel about it, but they were all eager to try.

Night Breeze couldn't believe that it looked so peaceful and calm during the day, and all the villagers were simple, honest, honest and welcoming. But at night, it's a hell! a hell on earth!

It's all human beings, how did they get it?! This is no longer something that can be described as cruel! It should be said that these people can no longer be called human!

Night Breeze watched all this situation soberly, and couldn't believe that this village, which was still unusually peaceful during the day, was like purgatory at night, which was simply terrifying.

Such a place has no value or meaning for existence.

When he saw the situation of the mass grave over there before, the night wind was already a little unbearable, but seeing such an inhumane and heartbreaking scene at this time made him even more unacceptable.

Although he has always claimed that he is not a good person, he will not do such an inhumane and crazy thing!

But even so, the night breeze always held back and didn't make a move.

It's not that he doesn't want to save these people. If he could, he wanted to exterminate all of them!

Sacrifice, then there must be an object of sacrifice.

And this is the culprit of everything.

In fact, if you think about it, maybe he is not so noble. He is also selfish, so when facing this scene, he can watch this cruel scene happen in front of him so rationally.

If he had been nobler and more desperate, he would have saved these people first, instead of letting them sacrifice and suffer.

But he wants to be behind the scenes, he watches everything happen in cold blood, as long as the incident does not affect himself, he can always press it like this.

He wanted to find out who was behind it, but he wasn't willing to sacrifice some of his own costs. He's so selfish and cold-blooded.

However, no matter how many sacrifices there are, there will always be a time when it will be the turn of the night wind.

In the blink of an eye, there were only those who had not been attacked around, only the night wind and the person who was covered in blood and couldn't see the men and women, and an unknown one.

And the others on the altar were already out of breath and out of breath, and they didn't even have the sound of humming. (To be continued.) )