The further you go in, the narrower the road in the village becomes, and in the end you can only accommodate the flatbed truck moving slowly, and the pusher can only stand in the front and rear directions of the flatbed truck.

The bald man walked for about an hour before finally gasping for breath and stopped.

Through the thick black net, Huang Ping vaguely saw a huge pitch-black and boundless hole in front of him, even if there was bright sunlight overhead, he couldn't shine into it.

Just as Kohei wondered what the bald man would do with him next, they pushed the creaking flatbed truck to the edge of the pothole.

Damn, they're not going to throw themselves down.

Fortunately, the flatbed truck stopped about a meter away from the pothole, and the bald people gathered together and seemed to communicate in extremely short language, but Kohei couldn't hear a word.

Suddenly, the flatbed truck moved, and rushed straight towards the pothole, and the moment it reached the edge of the pothole, the flatbed truck suddenly tilted down at an angle, throwing Huangping out like unloading.

Huang Ping only felt a sudden lightness under his body, and the black net wrapped him and fell down in a daze.

"Ah......h

Immediately afterwards, there was a rhythmic "clang" sound in my ears, not only the body was constantly vibrating with the sound, but the dim vision in front of me seemed to be slowly moving forward.

When the pain subsided, Kohei realized that he might be in a four-wheeled vehicle on the tracks, and that no one was pulling him forward, and that the four-wheeled vehicle was completely sliding downhill by inertia.

If he hadn't been bound by the black net at the moment, I'm afraid he would have jumped up and looked around, which is like now it can only be a man-made knife and I am a fish.

The tunnel through which the four-wheeled vehicles pass is long and dark, as if there is no end, leading deep underground.

Huang Ping's heart gradually sank to the bottom over time, because the deeper he went, the lower the chance of him escaping.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, the four-wheeled vehicle made a "creaking" sound, and the whole body shook heavily, probably hitting the blocker, and the shaking internal organs seemed to be squirting out of the mouth.

Because he was in a four-wheeled vehicle, he could only see the top of the tunnel, and every few tens of meters along the way, there would be a miner's lamp that emitted a faint yellow light, so the light in the tunnel was extremely dim.

After a while, only a ......"squeak" was heard, and what seemed to be the rusty iron door next to the blocker was opened, and heavy footsteps followed.

In a trance, Huang Ping didn't see their looks clearly, and they didn't immediately untie the black net, but took out a rag that emitted an obvious fishy smell and covered Huang Ping's face at once.

Huang Ping couldn't dodge at all, so he could only temporarily hold his breath and try to get by, but it seemed that they were very patient, and the rags that emitted an unpleasant smell were not removed until they clearly heard the sound of Huang Ping's uncontrollable breathing, and they were satisfied with the rags and began to untie the entangled black net.

What made Kohei feel desperate was that since he smelled the rag, the residual power in his body had disappeared at a rapid pace, and in just a moment, he was no different from an ordinary person.

When the black net wrapped around his body was untied, Kohei breathed a sigh of relief as if he had unloaded a thousand pounds of burden, and he stretched his muscles and stood up, but the appearance of the person who appeared in front of him surprised him slightly.

The man's eyes were black, except for a tink of white reflected in the faint yellow light. Long yellow hair hangs down her cheeks, and her skin has a sickly whiteness. Kohei knew that this was due to living underground without sunlight for a long time.

He was followed by eight tattooed bald villagers, who were sorting out the stripped-off black nets on the ground under his command.

"Woman, come with me." The man stared at Kohei and said suddenly.

The remaining four bald heads swarmed up, grabbed Akira flat's arms firmly, and forcibly pressed down on his stubborn head.

"I believers are very rude, don't you mind." Although he said this, the man did not mean to stop them in the slightest, and let the four of them hold on to Huang Ping, step through the iron gate, and go deeper underground.

Although Huang Ping could only be forced forward, he still used his peripheral vision to quickly take a look at the surrounding situation, whether it was the top, the side or the foot of the tunnel, there were neat cuts and carefully polished traces, thinking that it should have existed for a long time.

The leading man walked unhurriedly, his back stretched long by the dim wall lamp, as if the demon living in hell had grown his mouth fiercely, and wanted to swallow the scum behind him.

"Where are we going?" Although he was not hopeful that they would answer, Kohei, who had lost all his strength, couldn't help but ask.

But unexpectedly, the man suddenly stopped and replied without looking back, "Altar." ”

The man said no more.

Altar? Huang Ping silently muttered several times.

The sludge that had fallen into the field had dried up, sticking hard to the body, and with every step, it seemed that a small piece of dirt fell down. The long hair was also wet and sticky together, only Akira Flat's beautiful face stood out in this narrow passage.

It didn't take long for the light of the fire shining in from nowhere to become clearer, and the shadow of the man in front of him became overlapping, and finally turned into a virtual shadow.

The tunnel became wider and wider, but the four bald men still firmly grasped Huang Ping's arm and did not let go in the slightest.

"Hey, I'm not going to run away, let them let me go." Huang Ping was very disgusted by others touching his body, "Anyway, I don't have any ability, do I?" ”

The man waved his hand and said, "Okay, let her go." ”

He suddenly turned around and stood at the wide exit of the tunnel, his hands outstretched, and smiled, "Welcome to the Kingdom of God." ”

Huang Ping rubbed his sore shoulders, trying to see through the man's body what was going on outside, but unexpectedly, the light outside the tunnel seemed to be very strong, and he couldn't see what was outside at all under the backlight.

But when he listened quietly, he could feel a wave of sound coming towards him.

The man said, "You're lucky, you happened to come across the sacrificial ceremony." ”

Huang Ping was stunned for a moment, but asked, "Who are you, and why are you different from those bald elm heads?" ”

"I am a priest." The man smiled.