This unexplained coldness made Little Wukong feel very strange.

Fortunately, the chill did not linger on him for long. When it all receded, little Wukong breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could think about it, there was a midwinter sound of wooden drums, and everyone around the campfire, all holding hands, began to dance and circle around the campfire.

Before Little Wukong could react, the two little girls, one on the left and one on the right, immediately became excited after hearing the drums, and almost simultaneously pulled up his fluffy little hand.

He was so confused, and he jumped up and down with everyone, but he didn't know what he was dancing at all.

Possible...... It's some kind of ritual, isn't it?

Little Goku thought.

People were jumping and singing. It's just that although you can hear people's enthusiasm, the voice is uneven, up and down, quite uneven, and Xiao Wukong wants to cover his ears. But his two hands were still held by two little girls, one on the left and one on the right, so he naturally had no choice but to endure the noisy singing and dance with them.

After the drums fell and everyone finished dancing, it seemed that after a long time, Little Wukong finally got a chance to sit down, and he sat on the ground with his ass, panting heavily.

Now his only hope is to quickly recover his body completely, wait for the aura to recover naturally, and then find a chance to meet Xiao Xiami, and then run out with the latter.

Really...... Without spiritual power, it's inconvenient to do anything, and a slight jump will make you tired and half dead, which is not good.

And also...... When will my voice be able to speak normally?

Just as Little Wukong was worried about this, the figures of several young men gradually approached, and they took solid steps, in pairs, with a pole on their shoulders, and on the pole hung upside down a livestock tied up by five flowers.

Seeing that they were about to enter, the people on the periphery moved out of the way. Shouting slogans of "hey, hey, hey", several men came to the campfire to set up their livestock and set them on a barbecue.

When they saw it, they all cheered, and they had to eat again. They regained their energy and continued to dance wildly and wildly around the campfire.

Little Wukong was naturally tossed like this again.

Not far away, the old man, who was the owner of the Divine Volcano Village, couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he looked at this beautiful and warm scene, and then turned around and smiled at a few people behind him:

"Once upon a time, we were just like these young people, but unfortunately...... Now we are old and powerless!"

Standing behind the old man were also several gray-haired old men, who were about the same age as the owner of the village, and their status in the villa was not low, all of them were elders and priests. After hearing the owner's sigh, an old man smiled:

"It's just...... Time can't go back, we have to go, we can't go back to the past, this short few decades of life, how fast it has been......"

The man who spoke was the high priest of the villa.

The owner smiled helplessly and did not continue to talk.

Beside the high priest, a man suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but say lightly:

"What if...... Our clan has not been punished, and we can continue to cultivate, maybe we will ......"

Before he finished speaking, the faces of the people next to him changed in unison, and then they couldn't help but sigh, and they already understood the meaning of his words.

The owner frowned, interrupted and whispered:

"Lord Vulcan is watching from the sky, don't say such disrespectful words! What punishment is not punishment, let's live our life well, pray for good weather and rain, it is enough. I remember that you are an elder, I will not punish you this time, and I will not make an example next time!"

The elder, who was reprimanded by the owner, could only smile helplessly and shake his head silently.

The high priest glanced at the former, then at the owner, and stopped talking.

After the people gathered around the bonfire, dancing one after another, and feasting all the animals on the fire, the owner looked up at the sky, and felt that the time had come, so he coughed lightly and said loudly:

"Everyone, it's finally time for today's event! Worship the god of fire!"

At this moment, the depths of this realm, the place shrouded in darkness, suddenly lit up by two beams of firelight, and became clear.

The people turned around curiously, and then saw that the place in front of them, illuminated by the firelight, was a dark hole, and not far from the entrance of the cave, there were already several long tables with some melons, fruits and meats, which should be sacrifices.

Except for the elders, priests, and some old people, most of the rest looked at the cave in the distance with curiosity.

"Everyone, please come with me!"

The owner of the village gave an order and led more than 100 people in the village to the long table. Under the guidance of the priests and elders, everyone stood in a neat phalanx. In this process, Little Wukong was also surrounded and stood in it.

He raised his eyes to look at the people around him, but saw that people's expressions had changed, and most of them were solemn at this time, changing the previous atmosphere of laughter and play.

At the front of this phalanx, the owner of the village and several elders were standing, the owner of the village was standing in the middle, his waist was straight, but his eyes were full of respect and fear when he looked at the sacrifices in front of him and the entrance of the cave.

Next to the long table where the offerings were placed, two priests and the high priest stood.

As the high priest cried out:

"All of the Divine Volcano Village, bow down to Lord Vulcan!"

After that, the owner of the village was the first to kneel and bow, and then all the people did the same. Little Wukong was naturally unwilling, and knelt down for this Vulcan who was a little inexplicable to him, but the person next to him pulled him, and he could only be forced to bow down.

Then, the sacrifices on both sides recited some lengthy prayers to the effect that they were nothing more than a praise to the god of fire, and then asked him to bless the happiness and well-being of the people of the village. Little Wukong felt very aggrieved, he repeatedly tried to get up, but every time he was pressed by others and knelt back on the ground.

After little Wukong's eyes struggled for a while, he simply gave up and listened to this prayer with peace of mind.

When the priest had finally finished speaking, he came to the side of the people and bowed as they did, but after only two or three prostrations, the high priest was heard crying out:

"All stand up!"

Then the gray-haired high priest turned to the crowd:

"After the sacrifice, everyone can disperse......"

"Wait!"

The owner suddenly spoke, causing the people who were about to disperse to turn their eyes to him again.

The old man smiled:

"Don't worry, there's one biggest sacrifice to be made to the great Vulcan. ”

The high priest asked, somewhat confused:

"All the sacrifices are finished, why did the owner say this?"

"In the past, it was, and today, there are some small changes. ”

The old man smiled, and after saying this, he slowly turned around.

In the crowd, Little Wukong's eyelids jumped for no reason, he seemed to see the former and glanced at himself inadvertently, and there seemed to be a little weird color in his eyes.

At the same time, a strong soul warning, inexplicably, grew from the bottom of his heart, causing the hair on his whole body to stand on end.

Although he didn't know the specific reason, his eyes were full of fear for a while.

Then, Little Wukong's neck stiffened and looked at the one that was carried up by two men in unison as the owner's voice fell, with a human cross tied to it.

When Little Wukong saw the person tied to the cross clearly, he suddenly had a thrill and almost jumped up.

And that man was, ......

Small...... Shrimp!?

As far as Little Wukong could see, this young man who was now tied to the cross in front of everyone's eyes was still dressed so simply. His head hung down, unconscious, unresponsive to everything around him. Little Wukong's spiritual sense could not be released, and there was no way to judge his life and death status at all.

He, and Xiao Xiami, will meet again after all. However, this situation caught Little Wukong off guard, quite caught off guard, and his brain went down directly and went blank.

Little Wukong never thought that Little Shrimp would appear in this way.

In order to...... The way of the sacrifice!?

This is outrageous, isn't it?

After Little Wukong came back to his senses, he glared at the old man, and his body was about to rush forward and fight him.

Then he found that the reaction of the people around him was also quite violent.

After seeing the appearance of the small shrimp in the form of being tied to the cross, people couldn't help but explode the pot, and there was a lot of noise for a while. The big guys all looked at the old man in astonishment, not knowing which one he was singing.

Not far from Little Wukong, the little girl Ovira and several children of the same age covered their mouths and exclaimed.

Beside Ovila, Uncle Link rubbed his eyes, and after repeatedly confirming that he was not mistaken, he stood up, pointed to the owner's nose, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Zhuang, Zhuang owner...... This—this is ...... Young Owner...... Your son...... Right, right?"

Although Link's actions were rude to the owner, the people did not care about it at this time, and their eyes were fixed on the old man, hoping that the latter would just raise him up and tell a joke, rather than actually sacrifice him on the spot.

Faced with Link's question, the old man stroked his beard and replied like this:

"Little Shrimp is indeed me, the biological son of old Nazi, there is no doubt about it. But all this was not what I wanted, because Xiao Shrimp had made a big mistake by running out of the villa without permission, and the Vulcan Lord was furious, so he ordered me to sacrifice it as a sacrifice at the worship ceremony of the bonfire festival. As his father, I must have been grieved, but I had no choice but to obey. ”

It's just that in the old man's words, although the meaning of grief was expressed, his expression was still so relaxed and freehand, and he didn't see any trace of grief.

However, the people who were still a little stunned and puzzled, and were indignant at what the owner had done, closed their mouths after hearing this, and said no more.

However, the little ones will not understand. Ovira looked at the small shrimp on the shelf in a daze, and tears flowed down her face.

Immediately, she followed behind her father, stood up together, and questioned the old man:

"Lord Zhuang, even if it is the will of the Vulcan, can ...... But Brother Xiami is your own son! How can you be so vicious!"

As soon as these words came out, a few people around hurriedly grabbed little Aowei and didn't let her speak anymore, and then these people motioned to Uncle Link with their eyes and asked him to hurry back with Owella.

Uncle Link didn't do it. Something suddenly occurred to him, and he looked at the high priest and confirmed:

"High Priest, according to the sacrificial custom, can a living person be chosen as a sacrifice for sacrifice?"

The high priest became the center of attention. The old man did not panic, glanced at the owner, although he was very puzzled in his heart, but after a little groaning, he finally nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"Our village has not forbidden this, and there have indeed been similar incidents in the history of our clan, and it was also ordered by Lord Vulcan. ”

The last trace of luck in Uncle Link's heart was extinguished, and he could only sigh, take Orvila's hand, and retreat into the crowd.

Ovira struggled and shouted anxiously:

"Father, save Brother Shrimp...... He's going to be killed......"

At this time, the old man, who was the owner of the village, said with a smile:

"Little girl, I know that you and your shrimp brother have a good relationship, to be honest, I am also very sad, but this is not a helpless thing! Lord Vulcan is mighty, he wants people to die, who dares to disobey? I advise you to quickly stop this thought. ”

Orvila turned around abruptly and shouted angrily:

"You're a liar! You must have said that if Brother Shrimp died, what Lord Vulcan wouldn't exist at all!"