Shaking his dazed head and slowly opening his eyes, feeling the cold and damp environment around him, Willy unconsciously twisted his lower body, but was tightly restrained by a force. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info wait until his mind is clear, and the fragmentary memories are patched together, and he realizes that he has become a prisoner of others.

By careful observation, he should have been in a cellar, surrounded by uneven earthen walls, with a lit oil lamp in the corner, and with the faint light of the fire, he could vaguely see the vegetables and fruits piled up on the ground, and the pungent smell of fruits and vegetables was scattered everywhere in the turbid air.

Not far from him lay Conil, who was also tied up with five flowers, with a weak snort, and no sign of waking up for a long time, inspecting his own situation, leather armor, weapons and other equipment were gone, leaving only a single shirt and thin pants, except for some pain in his waist and ribs, there were no traces of sadism in the rest of his body, which can be described as a blessing in misfortune.

Struggling to get up, he sat down against the earthen wall, and tried to untie the rope that bound his body, but he soon dispelled the idea, and tied his hands behind his back, and the rope around his neck was tightly locked backwards, and it was difficult to lower his head, even if he tried to bite the rope with his teeth. The hunger in the stomach and the thirst in the throat made it even more difficult to get out.

Shrinking up, Willy clung to the wall, he had never felt as lonely and helpless as he did now, fear was constantly spreading and encroaching, his reason was gradually blurred and lost, he could no longer hide the appearance of strength, and his mind began to fall into a state of chaos, as if the whole person was desperate like ashes.

Instinctively, he seemed to clearly understand that this time, they were completely doomed. Praying for salvation was already a distant hope, and he didn't know why, as if he had forgotten the other two companions, and perhaps he hadn't counted on them from the bottom of his heart.

The darkness of confinement makes people lose the concept of time, and Willy doesn't know how much time has passed, because no one has ever opened the cellar to look at them, and they won't even give them a bite of food or water, until they feel like they are going to starve them to death.

When he was at his most hungry, he was like a crawling earthworm slowly arching towards the vegetables and fruits stored under the oil lamp, and then gnawing and swallowing hungry.

The oil lamp went out, but the fainting Connell never woke up.

He checked Connell's condition, and there were no external injuries to his body except for the high swelling in the back of his head, but he was drowsy, his breath was getting weaker and weaker, and his life was in danger if he delayed it any longer.

He tried to shout, but no one responded, even if he screamed hoarse in his throat.

"Connell—"

Until one day, he woke up to find Connell lifeless.

He died, alive in a fainting.

This kind young man who accompanied him on his adventures, was born in a family of farmers, longed for a better future, and tried to change the fate of his life.

When Barbine died, he cried once, Connell died, he cried a second time, and when he died, who would cry for him?

Why is life so fragile? Are we born to meet an unpredictable death?

A deep question was deeply rooted in his heart, what is the meaning of a seed, the true meaning of life?

The door of the cellar opened, as he lost himself and forgot everything.

Two sturdy villagers walked down with torches, and without saying a word, they reached out and lifted Willy and the two walked out, and only a moment, one of them found the fact that Connell in his hand was dead, and couldn't help but say to his companions: "This guy is actually dead, do you want to take it to the festival site?" ”

"Bring it first, and then let's see the elder's opinion." The villager who was asked said in an urn.

"Humph! It's really cheap for him to die now. The villager spat at Connell, who was holding it in his hand, and then said no more and followed his companion.

It was another moonless night when darkness covered the land.

The difference is that tonight a roaring bonfire is lit in the center of the village square that lights up the sky.

Willy, who had regained his senses, stared blankly at the carnival feast in front of him like a group of demons dancing under the pull of the villagers, and the faces of the villagers he saw along the way showed a look of fanatical excitement, and his dark and rough faces were painted with colorful paints with strange colorful patterns.

He was now like a death row prisoner, and any struggle and resistance were useless, near the high campfire in the square, the villagers who dragged him threw it to the ground, and before he could catch his breath, a big foot stomped on his head and pressed him to the ground.

Enduring intense humiliation and pain, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a temporary high platform, and there was a faint familiar figure dancing inexplicably, and there was a circle of people kneeling beside the dancer, which was really an incomprehensible picture.

"The time has come! Welcome to the Holy Maiden! ”

As the dancing figure stopped, raised his cane and roared to the sky, the surrounding fanatical villagers fell to their knees, leaving an empty and straight path.

The noisy vocal music sounded from far to near, and the villager who stepped on Willy's head had loosened his feet just now, and then he was able to twist his head to follow the prestige, and gradually, two strong men carrying a sedan chair full of flowers appeared in sight, and as the sedan car got closer, the appearance became clearer and clearer, and at this time, he found a familiar figure hidden in the flowers.

Maiden Fina, Saint Fina.

She sat on the top of the sedan chair, her fair and immature makeup exuded a strange sense of sacredness, without the slightest hint of tension and fear, she looked so beautiful, like a budding flower, ready to bloom with the most brilliant brilliance in her life.

When the sedan chair carried by the six strong villagers was about to approach the bonfire, they stopped in unison, and the kneeling villagers around them raised their hands and shouted in unison.

"Congratulations to the Holy Maiden—"

"Congratulations to the Holy Maiden—"

Not only the villagers on the ground were shouting, but also on the makeshift platform, especially the dancing figure, who was almost mad when he stood on the edge of the platform and raised his cane.

Hey—

With the loud farewell of the villagers, the strong men carrying the sedan chair made throwing movements one after another, only to hear a neat shout, and the sedan chair on their shoulders was thrown towards the blazing bonfire!

Bang –

For a while, the flames were splashed, and the sparks that burst out flew all over the sky.

Willie's eyes widened as he watched as he watched the scene he would never forget.

The flower sedan chair was thrown into the fire, and the girl in the sedan chair died in the fire without saying a word.

His mouth was wide open, his eyelids twitching, and his heart was beating so violently that it almost exploded.

"No... No...... Not ......"

He muttered, repeated, and his sanity completely collapsed.

“…… Sacrifice to God. ”

In his ears, I don't know who shouted, Willy, who was in a state of collapse, only heard the second half of the sentence, and then, he unconsciously caught a glimpse of the strong man carrying Connell's corpse beside him shook his hand violently, and then Connell's corpse flew into the bonfire in front of him without a trace.

A deafening cheer rang out, and the savage sacrifice continued.

Willie felt light, and at some point, he had been picked up, and what awaited him would be the same fate as Connell.

"Elder!!

Suddenly, someone screamed in terror.

For unknown reasons, Willy fell to the ground, and a sudden change caused him to brush shoulders with death.

At the high platform, a mysterious black shadow stood behind the person who was dancing just now, and a snow-bright sword blade glowing with blue light penetrated the opponent's chest, and with an understatement outward, the person in front of him quickly fell to the high platform.

"The Elder is dead!"

"Someone sneaked up!"

"Someone! Kill him! ”

For a while, the villagers who were still reveling on their front feet were in chaos on their hind feet.

"I thought he was some kind of powerful person, but it turned out that he was just a pawn of the Brotherhood of the Faceless, and it was in vain for me to put my mind to it!"

Xia Lan, who was standing on the high platform, muttered to herself, not paying any attention to the murderous villagers around her!

"It's about time."

A villager's sneak attack flashed sideways, and he slashed his sword with a backhand.

Xia Lan looked into the distance, frowned and whispered.

As soon as the words fell, the wooden wall surrounding the village in the distance instantly burned into a large area of fire, and in the blink of an eye, a circle of fire formed to completely envelop the entire village.

"Well done!"

Dodging again, striking his sword again, and slashing down several villagers who rushed to him one after another, Xia Lan praised with a faint smile on his face.

In the next second, he stopped playing with the villagers, and the cold-blooded killing officially began.

There are 70 or 80 households in Arun Village, with a population of about 4 to 500.

It's easy to kill someone, but it's not easy to kill four or five hundred people in a row.

No matter how strong the martial arts are, people will be tired, and swords will be dull.

From night to early morning, from early morning to late afternoon.

Xia Lan has been killing people, he has lost count of how many people he has killed, men and women, old and young, all the living things that can be seen in his eyes can't escape a sword in his hand.

At first, the villagers bravely attacked him, but in the end, they saw that he was like a demon and could not escape.

It's a hassle to find someone, and this trouble is naturally dealt with by someone.

Corret, a guy who has lost his dignity and courage, has only one duty now, to help Xia Lan find people and kill people.

"Don't kill again! Don't kill ...... again."

Willy fell to his knees, and he looked at the purgatory village in front of him, and there were corpses strewn everywhere in sight.

One night was enough for him to understand the cause and effect, but one night could never heal his psychological wounds.

"Willy, did you see that?"

Corret's voice rang in his ears.

Willie turned his head to look at him with a blank look and said, "See what?" A cold-blooded and brutal executioner? ”

"No, you should have seen the reality of the world."

Corlett, who was soaked in blood, said with a numb expression.

"This is a world of the strong, a world where only the strong can survive." (To be continued.) )