Sacrifice is always associated with religion.

Whether it is the sacrifice of livestock or the sacrifice of a living person, it carries a strong sense of ritual.

In the oldest legends, sacrifice is actually a transaction with certain beings.

Sacrifice is rewarded.

Those so-called existences are bizarre and possible.

The Vada's sacrificial ritual, in which blood was poured under the dead banyan tree by blood relatives of those who had died in Elm Street, soon caused large swaths of the ground to be wet with blood.

Even though the torches were reflected around, the ground did not appear bright red, but faintly black.

The scene is bloody and has a taboo horror.

One by one, the cultists slashed their arms open by Vida's bishop Aika.

When it was 4 o'clock in the morning.

All the cultists who participated in the sacrifice fell to their knees and muttered obscure words.

It sounded very strange, like a dialect that had long been lost in history.

But over and over again, there are only a few sentences.

Aika and the other three bishops watched this scene, stretched out their hands in unison, raised their arms and shouted: "Praise Vida......"

The sense of ritual is very strong.

Gradually, the morning mist began to slowly emerge around.

Hazy and dim.

Mercer, a member of the Church of the Vanity, watched this scene and took out a red piccolo from his wide sleeve.

The whole piccolo has an awkward shape, perhaps because it has been around for too long, and the paint has fallen off in many places, and only a few vague patterns show that it was once extraordinary.

It's a work of art.

It's also the instrument Mercer said earlier.

"Started ......"

Mercer's voice was erratic, and he held the piccolo in both hands and put it to his lips.

But in reality, he was wearing a mask, and his entire face was covered except for his eyes, making it impossible to blow at all.

But as if he didn't realize it, he made a picture of playing.

His fingers twitched from time to time.

It looks like a musician, playing the most beautiful music.

But in reality, no sound was heard.

For a while, except for the whispered chanting of the cultists, the atmosphere was strange and terrifying.

……

Outside the amusement park.

Du Wei looked at this scene on the screen, and his face became more and more cold.

He had too many evil spirits to come into contact with.

Even through the screen, you can see that something is wrong.

He noticed that as Mercer took out his piccolo and began to play, the mist of the wasteland began to spread, and faintly converged towards the dead banyan tree.

At this time, the moon hangs high in the night sky.

The faint moonlight shone on the old street sign on the banyan tree, shimmering with strange colors.

"Is the ritual going to be successful?"

Du Wei frowned and said.

Tom on the side heard this, and couldn't help but say dumbly: "The ceremony was successful? But I didn't see anything, huh? ”

Tom is an ordinary person, and the evil spirit incidents he comes into contact with are also aftermath work.

As a result, his instincts were relatively dull.

As he spoke, Tom stared at the cultists on the screen for a moment.

Well...... The figures are all very good.

Dewey made a boo gesture at Tom to signal him not to disturb him, and then turned his attention to the dead banyan tree.

If this thing is the medium through which Elm Street appears.

Then the anomaly should start with it.

And there is no mistake in the analysis.

Because soon, the fog was like a leech that smelled blood, and the speed of convergence towards the banyan tree became faster and faster.

A vortex of fog was even formed that was visible to the naked eye.

The blood on the ground also underwent a strange change.

Gollum ......

Bubbles bulged out of the blood.

It's like boiling water.

As a result, the mist became a bright red......

Gradually, the entire dead banyan tree was covered with a layer of blood, from the bark to the branches, and gradually enveloped in mist.

At first, you can still see a vague outline.

But in the end, the entire dead tree melted into the fog and disappeared into the screen.

And that's not even the main thing.

The fog included many of the Vida's cultists......

And then, there's no trace of it......

Du Wei's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Sacrifice...... But why are they people, shouldn't they......"

The teachings of the Vidas were very bloody, and they never treated ordinary people as their kind.

And ordinary cultists are actually no different from ordinary people.

According to this logic, there is no difference between cultists who sacrifice to the Vidas, and ordinary people.

The former needs to be developed, the latter is everywhere.

Wrong......

Du Wei hurriedly said to Tom: "You help me contact the police in Poland City now, if those people are reliable, check the cultists in the amusement park, I want to know the identity of those people." ”

At this time, the scope of the fog was about to reach the dozen or so cultists who had been equipped with cameras and bugs.

Even though the cultists were still alive, the signal had already been interfered with, causing the picture to become a little stuttered and distorted.

Tom also realized the seriousness of the matter, and said solemnly, "I'll help you check it now." ”

As he spoke, he stepped aside and took out his satellite phone and dialed an internal police number......

Du Wei nodded, and pulled the backpack behind him with his right hand.

He was ready to sabotage the plans of the Vidats.

It wasn't to save the cultists, but he didn't want the ritual to succeed.

Otherwise, once Elm Street appeared in the world, the Vidas would definitely enter it and find the piano.

At that point, Du Wei's trip to Poland will be meaningless.

Pull open the backpack.

It's the mask inside.

Putting on a mask and making a wish with a clown card, the Vidats, even if it took twenty years to carry out this project, could not prevent it from failing.

And for Du Wei, there is no psychological pressure.

But......

Just as Du Wei was about to put on his mask, a pleasant piano sound and piccolo accompaniment suddenly came from his headphones.

The sound of the piano is crisp, as if it is played in the ear, clear and pleasant.

It's a lullaby......

The piccolo is also long and graceful.

At first, Dewey thought it was an accompaniment, but when the rhythm of the piccolo was synchronized with the piano.

He realized that the piccolo was playing the exact same lullaby......

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, slowly put the mask on his face, and pulled out the clown card from his pocket wallet with his other hand.

At the same time, his eyes were on the screen.

In the picture, Mercer has walked to the banyan tree's original position, holding the piccolo in both hands and playing without listening......

But the sound of the piccolo appears along with the sound of the piano.

The former seems to be luring the latter to appear.

Suddenly......

The picture flickered wildly and became blurry.

Du Wei's pupils shrank suddenly......

He saw a man sitting in front of a huge piano in the mist, his hands nimbly tapping the outline of the keys......

No......

It can't be said to be hands, because one of the man's hands, very narrow and long, gives a very sharp feeling, like wearing a steel glove......

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