The blood of zebras, bison, gorillas, and three animals was all plundered, and the skull and skeleton embedded in the humanoid totem also turned blood red - it seemed that with consciousness, with a vitality, watching everyone in the square!

"Rakutu Ali Mande Pia Nyima, lead the people to carry these three sacrifices down and cook them." The black elder spoke.

"Yes, Father!"

The black executioner, with a super-long name, nodded to the elder.

At this time, some black buddies also began to spread, and a pot larger than a grinding plate was raised in the bonfire, and the executioner took a few black men, and treated the three animal carcasses that had lost their blood with boiling hot water, and then peeled the skin, deboned and cut the meat, and threw them into the pot to boil.

During this time, the rest of the people were naturally not idle, and some people gathered around the fire and began to shout loudly.

In the rhythmic drumming of the animal skin drum, one by one, the black people first danced the most solemn occasions, the Fang Teng Flom dance, and then several young warriors with animal skins around their waists, bells wrapped around their feet, and machetes, took rapid and vigorous dance steps, shaking their dark and shiny bodies, holding machetes and slashing and jumping left and right with loud shouts.

This is the machete dance, similar to the axe dance of the Axe Gang, both to show the bravery, strength, and uplifting spirit of the samurai.

The enthusiastic scene somewhat diluted the evil and strange scene at the time of the sacrifice - Jessica and the other three women seemed to be a little relieved, looking at this exotic scenery that could not be seen in Europe.

The three animals were boiling in a cauldron, and the black executioner ...... The men, referred to as Rakutu, and some people added pieces of other ingredients, such as cassava, corn and black beans, nuts, and even exotic flowers and plants, to the huge pot.

As the aroma of meat began to emanate, the Adam's apple of many black buddies was stirring, and at the moment, someone took out the food and grilled it on the fire, but it was just some small bits and pieces - what kind of worms, chrysalis, spiders, grasshoppers, etc., these only pad the stomach first.

When the cauldron came, the three animals boiled a pot of thick soup, the whole zebra head, the head of the gorilla, and the head of the bison, which continued to rise and fall in the colorful boiling soup, this is, the time has come to evening, the black clouds in the sky have not dispersed, and the sky is even darker.

The black elder walked to the cauldron at this time, stretched out his swarthy hand and inserted it directly into the boiling soup, grabbed a fist-sized piece of meat and ate it in a few gulps, and then nodded with satisfaction.

He took out a small sachet from his waist, opened it, and added some powder to the soup, and suddenly, an indescribable fragrance came out, smelling this fragrance People who rarely eat meat in this indigenous tribe usually secrete a lot of saliva in their mouths, if it weren't for the elders there, and it was a solemn sacrifice, I'm afraid some people couldn't help but rush to the side of the pot, grab the meat and feast it.

"What's the powder he added?"

Yan Luo seemed to ask a black man next to him with some curiosity.

"It is a spice given by the gods, and after eating, it can make people flutter."

Yanluo: "......"

Then the black elder announced to everyone, "All right. ”

Hearing this, some black children even cheered, and many people took out broken bowls, clay pots, and tea jars...... There was even a person who brought a basin, and even if everyone's meat was rationed, it was good to drink more soup - when the soup was gone, add more water.

While everyone, under the rebuke of several guards armed with spears, lined up to receive meat and soup, the black executioner, Rakutu, suddenly stood up.

"Wait, father, what did you add to the soup?"

"This is a divine medicine given by the gods to make people's spirits communicate with the gods, and everyone has eaten it at every sacrifice...... How? The black elder turned to look at his son.

"Miracle medicine? I'm afraid it's poison. ”

A sneer spread across Rakutu's swarthy face.

"You talk like that at a festival! Do you want to arouse the wrath of the gods and bring disaster to the tribe? The black elder paused heavily with his staff.

It is called an evil spirit behind its back, and when it comes to sacrifices, of course, it is called a "god" in front of so many people.

This sentence made the black people of the tribe talk a lot, for these ignorant natives, sacrifice is the most important thing, and the wrath of the gods, that is the most terrible disaster.

"Don't scare me, father."

The black executioner was still smiling: "What about the snake on your staff?" ”

The elder had a gloomy face, this time the sacrifice was to exchange for the power of the evil spirits, and a grand blood sacrifice must be carried out, and even ...... Let the entire tribe of more than 300 people, all dedicate their blood and lives! Although he was a tribal elder, it was impossible to order all these people to commit suicide - and no matter how strong he was, he could not defeat 300 people, after all, among these people, there were also samurai and sorcerers.

Then there is only one way: poison.

Ordinary poison can't do it, he simply grinds himself, the Gu snake that he spent his hard work to cultivate, into poisonous powder, as long as he gets the power of the evil spirit, pours it into Jerry, and brings the Hoffman family to no longer divide and regain glory for decades, it is also worth it.

But...... Why, will it be exposed?

The black elder was shocked and suspicious, there was obviously no one around at that time, but he still maintained a superficial composure, and reprimanded with his father's authority: "Rakutu, my son, stand down!" ”

"Hahaha! You say I'm your son? ”

The executioner, who wore a fingerbone necklace around his neck, laughed loudly, and his face was filled with infinite hatred.

"Rakutu, are you crazy?" The black elder was shocked.

Once again, the people around were talking about it, both the elder and Rakutu were familiar people in the tribe, and suddenly this man said that the elder was not his father...... Isn't this blatant lying? Or...... The Elder's Wife ......

"You must have been infected by the evil from hell, and you must have tied him up and taken him down! When the sacrifice is over, I will personally exorcise evil spirits for him. ”

The black elder said bitterly.

Two guards, walking towards Rakutu.

The executioner did not resist, and the two of them grabbed his arm, one left and one right, Rakutu's eyes flashed bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth also carried a cruel and sarcastic smile: "Even if I am escorted away, the suspicions in the hearts of others will not be dispelled, this is a pot of highly poisonous broth, drink it, and the entire tribe will be destroyed!" ”

"Do you dare to drink it yourself?"

The black elder looked around, and the people who were originally waiting in line to receive the broth really had a suspicious look in their eyes.

For the Hoffman family......

Making a decision in his mind, the old man took a clay bowl, scooped a large bowl of broth, and drank it in one gulp.

"I've already drunk! The guards put him in the pen! ”

"Hahaha...... It's really a sacrificial spirit, I can't imagine that you didn't hesitate to drink poisoned soup in order to sacrifice the blood of all the tribes in exchange for the power of evil spirits...... You can wait and see if this old guy will be poisoned after a while. ”

Rakoutu's expression suddenly changed, like the oppressive fury that preceded the storm, and he roared: "Old fellow, shall I call you father, or shall I call you, a dog of the Hoffmanns?" ”

"What?"

The heart of the black elder was like being hit by a heavy hammer, even a dark face seemed to become pale at this moment, he drank the poisonous soup with the idea of death, but his true identity was revealed by his son who had been with him for more than 30 years.

"Thirty-two years ago, when I was two years old, my father, Elder Blackgrass, received a group of visitors from Europe, and our voodoo tribe, the Hoffman family, who had maintained friendship for hundreds of years - but this family was no longer satisfied with more than just trading power, they wanted to get their hands on greater power, they were determined to control the tribe, and in that meeting, the Hoffman family killed my father."

Rakutu's eyes were filled with tears: "I will never forget my father, the scene of death, his body was soaked in potions, and then, from head to toe, a whole skin was peeled off, and a blonde man, put on his skin ......"

"Since then, that man has played the role of Black Grass and played my father, but he did not expect that when I was only two years old, I remembered all this deeply, and secretly vowed in my heart that one day I would take revenge, not only against you, but also against the Hoffman family! Now, with the arrival of the sole heir of this family, my chance has come. ”

"You! You have been controlled by evil in your mind, take him away, take him away! ”

The black elder waved his wooden staff, as if he wanted to cast some spell, but the poisonous soup he drank attacked, and an unbearable pain burst out of his body, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood: "You, my son, you actually ...... your father"

"Father? No, you're just an actor! Played the role of the elder, played the role of the father! This role is 32 years, but you still can't compare to me! Because I am also an actor, although I have a bitter hatred buried in my heart, and I want to kill you every moment, but I have endured it, endured it for 32 years, and have been waiting for the Hoffman family to come again - I played the role of my son perfectly, better than you, and played deeper! ”

"Know how Tia and Mander died?"

The hideousness and tyranny dissipated on Rakutu's face, leaving only an expressionless coldness.

"Before they went to dig the grave, I secretly cursed! A curse that makes people angry and mad! Let them kill each other, and let two people who also possess the power of witchcraft and are loyal to you die! Now, you've reached the end of the road. You will die, the heirs of the Hoffman family, and so will you, and those three women will become slaves! Locked up in the cellar until death! ”

Under the anger and sadness, the black elder was no longer able to use his own strength to suppress the terrifying toxin, and the corners of his mouth continued to flow black blood, and tears rolled down from his eyes.

The two guards who grabbed Rakutu involuntarily let go of their hands, they were full of doubts about the current situation, and even at a loss.

"Bang!"

Rakutu rushed up and kicked the old man to the ground, and he kicked him several more times, kicking the old man and rolling him in the fire.

"Ahhh......h

The black elder screamed in pain, and crawled to get out of the fire, but every time, as soon as he rushed out, he would be kicked back by Rakutu, and the other black people of the tribe, watching the sight, no one went up to stop him.

They saw that in the flames, a layer of black skin on the surface of the elder's body burned to tatters, revealing the complexion of the Caucasian people inside, and blonde hair.

Sure enough, he put on a human skin, and for 32 years, he disguised himself as a tribal elder.

"For more than 30 years, I have truly regarded myself as your father, I have poured my love into you, and even trained you to be a wizard, in my heart, you are my son! Why so, why! This time, even if it's a blood sacrifice, I won't kill you! Son ......"

The human form in the flames let out a night owl-like cry and howl, and he suddenly shouted: "Young Master Jerry, run, I'll block these people for you!" ”

The old man, standing in the midst of the fire, put his hand into his chest and pulled out a bright red, beating heart from it: "I curse, I curse with my heart......"

"Die!"

His words came to an abrupt halt, and Rakutu, who rushed in, slashed his neck with the same long knife that killed the gorilla. A flame burning, and even faintly visible, with the remnants of the handsome head of youth, rolling on the ground with a gurgling.