The painting was a shaft made of white jade, and at the moment it was emitting a white light, filling the entire environment, Zhao Li only hesitated slightly, then stretched out his hand and held it on the scroll, the white light like moonlight converged in an instant, revealing the scroll, but it was just a blank on it.

Then three vertical lines of characters appeared on the blank scroll, as if they were as black as thick ink, floating slightly in the air, and light was circulating on them.

Zhao Li's heart was much calmer this time, he stretched out his hand and clicked on one of the words, the thick ink-like words rippled, and then spread out, and pictures appeared on the picture scroll, there were cars, children running, and some pictures and characters in the game, and finally there were familiar faces.

Zhao Li's expression stiffened, and his palms trembled.

But in an instant, the faces that he was so familiar with and close to him collapsed and disappeared, then the dead things like cars, and finally the whole scroll was left without even a tenth of the original content, and the most conspicuous of them was the samurai dressed in black, with a bow and a sword on his back, and a cold look in his eyes.

With such sharp eyes and momentum, it seems that he may come out of the painting at any time.

Like a basin of ice water splashed over, Zhao Li suddenly came to his senses, and then immediately realized that all of them were the parts of his mind that he remembered deeply.

Familiar, too familiar!

His breath became short, and he clung to the scroll, almost instinctively, and he was extremely sure that it was this painting, definitely this scroll, that had brought him to this strange place, and almost died outside.

Then another thought came to him, and he held the scroll a little tighter—

Since this scroll can be brought with you, isn't it, can you also take yourself back?

He had both parents and he loved everything in that world.

He didn't want to be in this wild and crazy world where there were still living sacrifices.

With his more and more undulating thoughts, the picture on the scroll collapsed and fell back to its original appearance, still three lines of ink characters floating on the scroll, floating slightly, Zhao Li took a lot of time to barely contain the thoughts that kept surging in his heart, and stretched out his finger to touch the scroll.

The words he had counted had dimmed.

There are also two lines of words on it, which are flashing slightly, and I don't know what other functions there are.

At this time, this pure white world suddenly shook violently, and a circle of ripples densely covered the entire space, as if there were thousands of palms pulling him, and then pulling it down fiercely, Zhao Li's thoughts didn't have time to react, and there was a flower in front of him.

The breathing was suddenly heavy, as if a large stone was pressed on his body, and there was an unbearable pain in his chest and arms, and the tip of his nose was removed from the smell of water, blood, and a smell of medicine that rushed to his nose.

The surrounding pure white space turned into a black craggy rock, dripping with water.

The river flows from the side.

It was a dark and oppressive and desperate world, but in the stream, there were long, slender cyan fish swimming with their tails, and the scales of these fish emitted a light cyan light, and the light flickered in the ripples of the water waves, and finally filled this dark cave with a hazy, starry light.

Zhao Li squinted his eyes, perhaps because this cave was too quiet, he heard the sound of two footsteps coming from afar from the beginning, and he closed his eyes at the moment, pretending to be asleep, motionless, and after a while, two people walked next to him.

Zhou Shuang glanced at Zhao Li, and crushed the wound on his arm with his toes, the blood flowed out again, the mud on his shoes stepped into the wound, and the blood became a little dirty, Zhao Li remained motionless as if he was dead, Zhou Shuang didn't care, and said casually:

"Still in a coma, this foreigner is really weak, and the Yulinwei of Tianqian Country is also a strong army that dominates the world, are ordinary people actually such a physique?"

As he spoke, he put the thing in his hand on the stone next to Zhao Li.

The other guard looked at those things and couldn't help but say:

"Why should such good food be given to this defiled sacrificial sacrifice?"

Zhou Shuang shook his head and said, "This is Lord Wuzhu's order. ”

He pointed to the deep valley where the cold wind was blowing continuously, and said, "It's too cold here, and no one can hold it up for too long, except for the samurai in the department." ”

"These foods are supplemented with the tiger blood grass used in the samurai's cultivation, which can make his blood flow faster and not freeze to death, and resist the cold wind, which can sharpen his will and soul, and the sacrifice must have a strong will and body to be able to complete the last three thousand six hundred stone knives without choking in the middle of the battle. ”

Only in this way can we please the gods and gain understanding. ”

He paused, emphasizing:

"This is precisely for the blood sacrifice thirty-two days later. ”

The other guard nodded slowly and said:

"Do you want to wake him up?"

Zhou Shuang waved his hand and said, "No need, he doesn't understand our words." ”

"Food, and some herbs, are all put here, and when he wakes up, he will always eat them. ”

Putting down the things in their hands, the two guards quickly left the place where the cold wind blew all the time, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and there was silence in this cave, only the soft sound of the herring fish flicking their tails in the river.

After a long while, Zhao Li opened his eyes, as soon as he opened his eyes, he looked left and right, to make sure that there was no one, first gave a sigh, and then raised his hand to cover his arm, the expression on his face was instantly distorted, revealing a look that he knew was half dead in pain at a glance.

His body trembled slightly, and his mouth opened as if he was about to roar, but he didn't make a sound.

His face was a little pale.

The kick just now was so cruel that he stepped on it and crushed it, he almost howled on the spot, and finally endured it until now, finally relieved himself, lying on the ground, and suddenly laughed at himself, and his reflection that made him scream for a while was too much like Tom.

Poor Tom......

Then he closed his eyes and remembered what he had just heard, and the look on his face gradually sank.

The words that came out of the mouths of those two men were no longer monotonous and meaningless syllables in his ears this time.

He understood.

Three thousand six hundred knives?

Thirty-two days left?

Zhao Li took a few deep breaths, curbing the anger and faint fear that arose from it.

On the stone next to him lay roasted meat, and some herbs, and the dream he remembered just rolled over, and he recognized the effect of this herb, and in silence washed the herbs with the water of the river, put them in his mouth and bit them, and applied them to the wound on his arm.

A cool sensation relieved the pain in my arm.

Sure enough, it's true......

He couldn't understand the words in his mouth, but after the dream, those words were no longer monotonous syllables in his ears, but had their own meanings, and some simple common sense, all of which were very real in his mind.

He hadn't dreamed of that before, it could only be because of the painting.

Zhao Li forced himself to think.

The child in the dream, called Hirokata, was the child who was sacrificed by blood?

Zhao Li reached out and took the food, according to the memory picture in the dream, he recognized that it was the leg meat of the moose, and the tiger blood grass is a precious herb that grows in the range of fierce beasts in the forest, every warrior needs to use the tiger blood grass to exercise his physique, and each warrior can only get one a month.

These people have really spent a lot of money in order to make their sacrifice for this important event alive and vigorous thirty days later.

Ling Chi ......

Zhao Li's face became more and more ugly.

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