In the extremely dark, dirty, and smelly cage, there is actually a second person besides him!

The Holy Light realized it later, and only then did he smell a strong smell of blood rushing to his side from the corner.

"Is there anybody over there? Hey, may I ask who you are? ”

"It turned out to be a Y country guy, cut, I thought it was who."

The person in the corner said this sentence disdainfully and did not give any response to the Holy Light, and the Holy Light couldn't help but become more and more curious.

No matter how bad his situation was now, he might meet a fellow inmate in this environment, and he still seemed to be a badly injured cellmate, and Shengguang felt that he still needed to go over and see this buddy.

So the Holy Light followed his own mind and touched it, and the people in the corner were not unaware of his intentions, but it was too late to hide, let alone that he was seriously injured and could not hide.

"Oh, you're a serious injury, it's like a friend I treated."

The Holy Light knew everything about the other party at a glance, but the people hiding in the shadows didn't like his curious and concerned gaze at all.

He snorted coldly, staring at the light with beastly eyes, frightening it back before bowing his head again.

If Zhang Yi could find out his identity from this bloodstained face here at this time, he would be a thug!

Speaking of the thugs, they were also unlucky, and at the same time, they were knocked into the sandstorm by Zhang Yi together with the Terminator R, Zhang Yi and the Terminator R disappeared in a blink of an eye, on the other hand, he was sent to this ghost place all the way.

At first, the thugs survived, but when they met the Kurds, they felt that they had a chance to make a comeback.

But who knew that the Kurds were notoriously unreasonable, coupled with the language barrier, the rioters themselves were thrown into this prison as a sacrifice as a human sacrifice because of their injuries and excessive bleeding, waiting for their final death.

The thugs were unwilling to die like this, and after several investigations, they deceived the trust of the Kurdish children by disguising themselves as Persians returning from the West Continent to the East Continent, and finally found that their situation was not good.

But before he could do anything more with the child, the rest of the Kurdish adults found out that there was some communication between them, forcibly restrained their own children, and beat the thug so hard that he almost didn't burp the thug directly, so as to warn the thug not to do anything crooked.

The thugs were now completely powerless to escape, so they could only be locked in this filthy and smelly cage and wait for death.

This didn't mean that he had given up any way to escape, but every day he got closer and closer to Nasokuya's rite of passage, his mood became uncontrollably agitated.

Because the Kurds are not in the habit of taking prisoners alive, they set up ambushes on the road to rob and rob, and if they give up their goods and money reasonably, they can get their lives back.

The poor were killed only to escape the war, and after being intercepted by the Kurds and found that they were poorer than them, they were directly slaughtered, so as not to waste food if they were recovered.

So to this day, the thugs have not seen a second person who has been captured alive and locked up in a cage.

It also had to do with the fact that the mob knew nothing about the cage where the human and animal sacrifices were held, and he had no idea of any other place where the Kurds held prisoners, but he also knew a lot about the brutality of the Kurds.

The only thing that I didn't expect was that the female leaders of the Kurds would occasionally go out with their teams to rob, and if anyone could bring them back, they would be assimilated with the Kurds, and they would not be considered prisoners at all.

"Man, your injuries can't be delayed any longer, although I don't know what you used to stop the bleeding, but if you continue like this, you will consume yourself sooner or later."

Seeing the scarred and motionless thugs, the Holy Light was full of compassion, and was ready to treat him on the spot and bandage it simply, which was better than such a bad feeling.

Unexpectedly, the thug didn't want to appreciate it at all, and he said to the holy light with malice: "You idiot, I see that you are waiting for you to die in my place, or if I die in front of you, I don't have to be a beast sacrifice."

Hmph, why do you think those Kurds are keeping you here? Fool, the coming-of-age ceremony of the female Kurdish leader is coming soon, and you and I will both be sent to the altar as a sacrifice to the gods, and we will all die worse than those domestic animals! ”

"Oh my God, how is this possible, how could they take the liberty of doing such a thing that violates the principles of heaven and humanity!"

The Holy Light has traveled to so many war-torn areas, and he has never heard of any country or place that still follows such backward and cruel old customs.

I'm afraid that these crazy Kurds are only matched by the uncivilized Indians of Northcontinent.

After hearing the truth, the Holy Light couldn't help but be hit by a huge blow, and for a while, he really didn't have the heart to care about the thugs anymore.

The thug knew that he would do this, and scoffed at him, and then continued to lie on the ground to accumulate strength, waiting for any chance that he could escape.

The chance to be targeted by the mob is the moment he is caught out of the cage, and his belt can be used as a weapon, when he can find a way to rush into the camp with the most old and weak women and children of the Kurds, and directly take hostages and threaten him, not afraid that the Kurds will dare to sacrifice their own people to arrest him.

I'll talk about that later, but in short, there's a substitute for the dead here, and the Kurds won't have to arrest him.

The thug thought, undisguised and glancing at the daze Holy Light with a vicious gaze, satisfied with his plan.

Night soon fell, and just as the mob had expected, he and the Light were rudely taken out of their cages by the Kurds as soon as the rite of passage began.

"You barbarians, if you dare to use a doctor for any sacrifice, I think you are crazy! Let go of me! ”

The holy light had already reacted at this time, knowing that even if Zhang Yi and the others found that they were not there after escaping, they tried their best to come back to rescue and it was estimated that they would not be able to do it for a while.

He had no choice but to save himself, and did everything he could to delay the Kurds in arresting him to the altar.

Knowing that the Kurds had their own way of dealing with disobedient captives, several of them aimed their guns at the Holy Light, and the Holy Light twitched his cheeks and had to raise his hands in surrender.

And then he didn't give up, and his mind was racing about how to get out.

At this moment, the thugs took advantage of his trouble, suddenly rose from the ground and hit the Kurds with a belt inlaid with sharp iron plates, and the Kurds were caught off guard by his plan and retreated.

"Damn it!"

"Catch him!"

Because the thugs had been injured in advance and had been severely beaten by them, eighty percent of them could no longer act on their own, so no one expected that this guy would still have the strength to fight and force him to rush out of a way.

The Kurds were immediately enraged and shouted in exasperation and fired their guns at the rioters.

The rioters were thoughtful about everything else, but they didn't expect that the Kurds were worried that they would be punished by Prikum and Sokuya for not delivering the human sacrifice for a long time, so they simply shot them alive or dead.

The thug was shot in the leg and hand, and fell to the ground on the spot, being punched and kicked by the Kurds who arrived later.

"Run, can't you run?!"

"Alright, the time is almost up, we can't keep the two leaders waiting. Hey, that's going to run away too! ”

A few Kurds suddenly looked back and saw that the holy light was indeed looking around, secretly rubbing and gesturing to run.

They returned just in time, but the Light was unable to escape, for which he was struck with a knife, and he was knocked unconscious, and dragged to the altar like a muddy beach.

Seeing that the Kurds supervised the human sacrifice so strictly, and there was no way to escape, the thugs finally despaired, but the last weapon on his body was also confiscated, and he couldn't help but let out a terrible laugh when he was also dragged as mud, laughing at his tragic end, and even laughing that he had an ambition to be buried in such a small place as the Kurds without carrying it out.

The Kurds laughed goosebumps at the mob, looked at each other in ignorance, and then hurried away to ignore him.

"It's a pity, it would be nice if Zhang Yi was sent here with me."

In that case, it is better to have an enemy on his back than to find a foolish doctor to accompany the burial.