The other woman hiding behind the passage was silent for a long time before she let out a long sigh. When the scar-faced woman heard this, the corners www.biquge.info of her mouth hooked slightly, and she raised her hand to instruct the guards.

"Grab her for me!"

The people around rushed up, the girl in black was not afraid, she didn't want to be caught, she raised her hand and flew out of her two sleeves with two daggers, and her feet flew up, and she jumped back and forth between the cave wall and the cave roof flexibly, and flew in the air, flashing a few cold lights around her waist, and it turned out to be a few daggers, sweeping towards the crowd.

Obviously, the girl in black did not want to hurt their lives, and all the daggers only pierced the limbs of the guards. In a wail of all around, she extinguished all the torches and tried to flee while there was chaos. But at the moment when the cave returned to darkness, she, who had just seen hope, jumped in the air and fell down, and at that moment, she felt something pierce her back.

The darkness didn't last long, the cave lit up again, and everyone gathered around the unconscious girl, most of whom were covered in blood and had unconcealable anger on their faces, and the scar-faced woman held a bamboo pipe more than a foot long in her hand.

"Take it away!"

Lang Hatian, who had witnessed everything, didn't know how to explain all this, and the rest of the people, who had no intention of explaining to him at all, ignored her and tied up the girl and took her out of the hole. At the same time, at the bend of the hole, another woman, who was hiding there, suddenly spoke.

"Get them two something to eat."

"Yes, Sister Baihua."

The people in the cave were temporarily evacuated, and when the footsteps of the last person disappeared at the entrance of the cave, Liang Ping, who had been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing this scene, Lang hattian was about to scold, but was stared at by Liang Ping's eyes.

"What's the matter, old man Liang, what kind of eyes are you?"

Liang Ping stared at him again for a while, thoughtfully. Then, he looked away and whispered, "Don't think about what you shouldn't think."

"What should you not think about, hey I said you didn't see it just now, this thing happened too suddenly, and it was very 。。。。。。"

"I saw it all."

"So you 。。。。。。 You just pretended to be!? ”

Lang hated Tian had a feeling of being tricked, and kept counting Liang Ping. At this time, the guards who were sent to deliver food came, and Liang Ping signaled Lang Hatian not to talk about it for the time being. He gruntled, his mind still recalling a series of events that had just happened. The terrifying Bone Ridge; tribes dressed strangely; Mystical sacrifices. There are so many people who want to kill themselves, and this kind of thing has appeared one after another in just a few days, what is the connection?

After the guard left, Liang Ping pouted and said to him casually: "Okay, don't think about it so much, my old bones, although they are not worth much, I will save you desperately."

"What kind of cool words do you say, first untie yourself off the shelf and then brag."

"We just need to wait for the right moment, and besides, someone will help us."

"What did you say!?"

Next, Liang Ping didn't bother with Lang anymore and continued to dream about it. I don't know how many hours have passed, Lang hated the sky and couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep. When a rush of footsteps appeared at the entrance of the cave, Liang Ping suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Is it finally going to start?"

"Huh!? You said...... What is going to start? ”

Lang hattian didn't know what he was talking about, and squeezed out these words inarticulately, his brain still chaotic. As he spoke, he had been lowered from the shelf, his hands tied behind his back, and then someone poured a basin of cold water on his head. The coldness of this early spring made Lang hattian wake up immediately, the muscles in his body spasmed, and his eyes opened reflexively.

Standing in front of him seemed to be the same guards from yesterday's procession, dragging them out of the cave. What Lang hated was that it was now three poles of the sun outside.

Today's weather, the scorching sun hangs high, the white clouds are blooming, and the breeze is light, which is indescribably good. But in the settlement, there is a different smell, and many people are gathered in the center of the settlement, not knowing what they are waiting for. Even people with big nerves like Lang Hatian smelled the unusual. He snorted and thought of something.

"No。。。。。。 It won't be。。。。。。 The sacrifice is about to begin. ”

Only Liang Ping said "um", which was regarded as an affirmation of his thoughts, and others ignored him. Yesterday's road seemed so deserted, because all the people were waiting in the square at the end.

Yes, the sacrifice is coming.

Some people, for this day, don't know how long they have been preparing for this day. Around the square, heavily armed guards stared intently at the center of the square, or scanned back and forth in the crowd. The originally noisy crowd fell silent for a moment when they saw the guards hugging Lang and the two of them, and took the initiative to get out of the way. When the two of them were locked to the cross in the center of the square with their backs to each other, the crowd erupted in cheers, as if they wished that they would be killed on the spot.

Lang hattian still couldn't figure out how he could be involved in such a thing inexplicably. He now finally understood why the girl who had assassinated him in the cave at that time would say that, it was not for nothing. Rather than this, it is better to cut the throat with a painful knife. He looked around, but he didn't find the girl.

Where is she now? What's going on? Did those people hurt her? Thinking about it, Lang hated the sky and was pulled back to reality by the cheers one after another. If his hands hadn't been imprisoned, Lang Hatian couldn't help but slap himself.

When is this time, I still have the heart to care about the life and death of people who have nothing to do with me.

If someone can stand up and explain the situation in front of them clearly, at least let themselves die clearly. At this time, Liang Ping was not as pessimistic as Lang hate, but when he saw the shackles that were more than half an inch thick that trapped his wrists, his heart suddenly cooled by half.

"Damn it!"

Liang Ping is facing due south, and it is at the southern end of the square that there is a stone platform five or six meters high, divided into three layers. There were some people sitting on it, and it looked like they were supposed to be the rulers of the place. The top floor is the narrowest, with only two people, one sitting in the center and one standing. Both of them were women, the one who was sitting, because they were dazzling by the sun, Liang Ping couldn't really see it, but the one who was standing, Liang Ping saw the scar on her left jaw at a glance.

What was the form of sacrifice? Lang hated the sky and wondered, was he burned to death by fire, or was he disemboweled, and his heart was dug out? As he was thinking, he saw a group of guards bring firewood, pile it under the cross, and the torches have been lit, just waiting for someone to give the order.