"What are you going to do!" the host's trembling voice questioned him.

"What am I going to do? Didn't you just shout that you were a demon? I want you to die right now!" the little fat man struggled to shake up the rusty iron sword.

I watched as he plunged that sword into the body of my foolish host.

A chill suddenly invaded like falling into a cold pool, and even if I only had this wisp of thought inside, I could clearly feel the fear and despair of dying.

Seeing that his plan was successful, the little fat man triumphantly pulled out the sword, and then under the envious eyes of the little followers, he took a small bamboo tube and took the host's first blood.

Then the host's gaze, I saw with my own eyes that there was a long line of hair still lined up in the back, and in their eyes, there was still the innocence and innocence of those children.

Now all that is slowly filling their eyes is the same desire and greed as those village women and villagers who are still doing evil.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the head of the sect has finished taking blood, and what happens next is up to you!" the little fat man shouted triumphantly, and immediately dragged the blood-stained sword to the side.

As he walked, he sniffed the still warm blood in the small bamboo bottle with the tip of his nose with a slight disgust.

The group of ordered children also approached me with their knives in an orderly manner, and the screams of the girl beside me were exhausted, and her hoarse throat was still resisting.

I don't know what the next scene will become, my stupid host is also scared to death now, although my heart is angry and anxious, but I can clearly feel that he himself is actually regretting why he is thinking about carrying such a pot in his head?

I think he must have said a sentence in every barrel, called "Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood!"

His intentions were kind, and I can understand that he wanted to bring the war to himself, but in the eyes of a group of fools, they had completely regarded the girl as a target.

The blood I want to take must be as long as she is one, as for me, a stupid host, I was stunned to think that the hero would save the beauty once, and as a result, stealing chickens would not make it a mess!

None of the villagers were invited, but instead called out to some of the children they were most afraid of, because in their minds, they naturally regarded my host as a monster.

So even if you want to take blood, the first one must be to take his blood!

The little fat man was just the beginning, and I could already clearly feel that my host's thin body was sending a signal that it could not be taken anymore.

Oh my God, if so many children were stabbed by one person, I'm afraid my stupid host would already be dead!

But things didn't seem to be as simple as I thought, and the full moon, which symbolized the beginning of the sacrifice, was now hanging high in the hollow, and the silvery light clearly reflected everything that was happening on the earth.

It is ridiculous that human beings satisfy their selfish desires in the name of subduing demons and driving away evil spirits!

Suddenly, the little fat man who was already sitting and playing leisurely on the side suddenly exclaimed! The noise around him was suddenly quiet at this moment, and a piece of snowy eyes swept in his direction.

I saw that the iron that had been rusted and mottled to nothing was slowly recovering its original blade under the blood of my host.

It was a long sword as sharp and transparent as ice, and the blade of the sword emitted a faint ice blue light.

When the little fat man saw the eyes of the people around him, he began to drag the long sword that had already appeared in its original form with some fear, and slowly retreated, as if he was afraid that they would come forward to fight for it.

However, in full view of everyone, how could he easily escape?

In the crowd, out of nowhere, a sentence suddenly erupted: "Rob!"

The villagers, who had already turned red at exploitation and greedy desires, immediately swarmed up and chased straight after the little fat man.

Where had the little fat man seen such a scene, he was so frightened that he was not possessed, but he did not forget the sword in his hand.

When I fled in a hurry, I still held the sword tightly in my hand, and I watched as the villagers and the crowd that were still noisily pushing and shoving just now dispersed.

Their goal now is to catch the little fat man and take the sword from his hand.

In this situation, God help me!

My host was ready to get out while the villagers were scattering around him, he was really too thin.

His wrists were still loose on the gallows that were tied behind him, and he struggled a few times, his skinny hand grinding into a visible bloody streak from the rough hemp rope.

One hand had been drawn intact, and the hardest thing was that the other was much shorter than the gallows.

One hand lost the sense of fishing tied by hemp rope, and only the other hand was tied to it, and at this time, half of his body was already hanging in the air.

It was really difficult to untie the hemp rope in the other hand, and there was no sound on the gallows over there, and it became a dead silence surrounded by the silence of the night.

"Sister, sister, how are you?" I, the little host, had to worry about how I could break free from the gallows, and on the other hand, about the girl who saved him.

If you want me to say, why don't you just quickly solve your current situation, and then run closer to see her?

But my stupid host doesn't think so, he himself is already sweating, but his mouth still keeps talking to the girl.

One is a word of thanks, and the other is a word of concern, anyway, since he opened the chatterbox, this girl has not had a moment of peace.

If he hadn't been lucky, God would have dozed off today, and the little fat man who ran away with his sword before was really flexible, and after so long, none of the villagers caught him!

Otherwise, they actually chased it because they were still fighting for the sword, and there was no result until now.

But this kind of scene is undoubtedly good for us, don't look at me, the host is thin and weak, but people are a little more numb.

Finally untied the second hemp rope, but because of the unstable center of gravity, he fell straight down on the platform under the gallows without any suspense.

still fell down in the shape of a somersault, but it was just convenient for him to untie the hemp rope on his feet in such an exaggerated kowtowing way.

With a sense of relief beneath my feet, my host was caught off guard and rolled to the pile of firewood on the ground.

He was already injured in the body, and the somersault-like kowtowing action just now made him bleed a lot.

Under the moonlight, a dark and sweet scarlet remained on the platform and the firewood.

"How are you, young lady?" he limped over to inquire about the girl, but at that moment there was a cacophony of voices and the light of the torch raised in the distant woods.

They're back!