Zhao Yi gasped and cursed secretly!

Zou Yan also looked shocked, silently smoothed the wrinkles of his waist, sighed softly, and was just about to speak, when he saw Xiaohai raise his head, his face seemed to be bright, and he turned his head very calmly and smiled at these children: "I was also scared before, and I cried my nose, and I made a fuss about not being a sacrifice, I think, everyone was also afraid." ”

"Now, everyone doesn't have to think about anything except father, mother, brothers and sisters, and soon you won't be afraid, we will stand together, and you will follow me."

The children nodded, and they had loops on their belts with hooks on them, and the hooks were hanging from each other.

Yang Yuying chuckled, handed the lanyard on her belt to Xiao Hai, and asked him to tie it as well, holding the staff with both hands.

The spikes on the staff pierced into the fingertips, and blood pooled into the staff's body, and the top gem gradually glowed red.

"Let's go."

Without hesitation, the group strode across the chasm.

Bright red blood rolled down and penetrated into the land on the side of the mountain, but there was no smell of blood in the air, but a hint of sweetness.

There were faint shouts of killing and singing inside and outside the village, and fires lit one after another, lighting up the night sky.

Everyone didn't speak, and looked up at the long dragon led by Yang Yuying winding up from the foot of the mountain.

It's like a temperature that can roast an acquaintance.

There was a fire all around.

Even if she and all the children wore special clothing, shoes and socks that were fireproof, electricity, and puncture-proof, they were still not completely exempt from injury.

[Player suffers burns, pain +1+1+1+1+1]

[Player's Fire Resistance is increased.] 】

[The player absorbs a special fire element, and the concentration of the fire element in the body increases.] 】

The system interface is constantly swiping.

Sweat rolled down Yang Yuying's forehead.

She wants to find the marshal and ask him to bring about legislation - mountaineers are not allowed to be copy designers.

Add one more. Designers who design copies have to go through the scenes in their copies ten or eight times one by one.

After a while, she didn't even have the strength to think cranky.

Trying to put all your mind on the sealing procedure, as well as paying attention to the physical condition of the children, calculating the endurance of all of them, and the physical damage.

Yang Yuying finally couldn't help but equip a small part of the balance sleeve.

The children behind her were too close and in a dangerous situation, and they probably didn't feel anything.

But the villagers of Yinjiao Village, as well as those outsiders, had a desire to bow down for a while.

Even Zou Yan rubbed his fingertips, and began to recall all kinds of information about the sacrifice in his mind.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Yang Yuying and the children are going higher and higher.

Crossing a large burning volcano, walking through a path as narrow as half a foot, climbing over a steep and terrible cliff, and gradually drifting away, gradually obscured by the smoke and rolling thunder, and no longer visible.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath and said loudly, "What can we do?" ”

The village chief chuckled: "The old, weak, sick and disabled are waiting here, and those who are strong can go to get a holy weapon and fight monsters together." ”

"Fighting monsters?"

Zhao Yi was stunned, this word is a little familiar.

"Usually in the process of seal reinforcement, those monsters will fight back very strongly, and it is also the most dangerous time."

The village chief smiled, "Our annual casualties are almost concentrated on this one night. ”

Other villagers laughed: "It's also good, Huangquan Road walks together, and the death day is on the same day, it is not easy to forget, everyone buries it together, and it saves time, effort and money." ”

The villagers burst into laughter.

Zou Yan also smiled, he had always had a certain degree of vigilance against Yinjiao Village, but at this time, he deeply felt that these blind optimisms were really good.

Think about it, a village has been doing one thing day in a day for hundreds of years, and the bloodshed and sacrifice are unknown, if it weren't for a lot of optimism, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to do it.

Boom.

Heavy rain poured down.

The village chief looked solemn: "The ruling envoy has begun to seal." ”

The wind roared, the mountains shook, the cracks in the sky became more and more obvious, and many monsters emerged from all corners.

All the people in the village were fully armed, and although the village chief asked for the old and weak to remain, the eighty-year-old man was also neatly dressed and talked about hoes.

A young girl, no more than a teenager, with a scythe in her hand and a smile on her eyebrows, was not afraid to cut down a mouse the size of a goat.

The two young masters of the Zou Yan family only felt that the blood was boiling in their bones, and they asked for two spears from the village chief and threw them out.

They now knew that their weapons were nothing to do against monsters.

Thunder.

Zhao Yi's brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes have all become cumbersome, wet, and heavy, he took off his cloak and jacket and threw it on the ground, rushed over shirtless, cut off a spider's leg with a hammer, and rushed to the belly of the big spider to instantly disembowel.

"Gross!"

As soon as he came out, Zhao Yi vomited wildly, crying while vomiting.

The old man supported him a few times, and he was also amazed: "When he wants to make trouble with us, he also has this ruthlessness, and I will definitely bow down and bow down." ”

From dark to dawn.

The hills were bulldozed, the houses burned to the ground, and the smell of blood on the big guys could be smelled for three miles.

The rift in the sky still exists, and there are still countless monsters haunting.

The old village chief worriedly lit a dry tobacco.

"Did the children bleed all night? When will it end? ”

The young woman, who had tried to save the child at the beginning, patiently bit her lip and said softly, "The one who presides over the sacrifice, is it okay?" ”

The village chief knocked on the cigarette stick: "Little girl, fifty years ago I was not the village head, the witch who led the sacrifice in the village was a newcomer, her master didn't have time to teach her and returned to the west, that girl was so stupid that she memorized dozens of words for two and a half months and was not familiar with it, and secretly hid and cried her nose, but when the time came, she didn't dare to go up, and she had to go up if she couldn't go up." ”

The villager next to him answered: "If we don't believe her, we have to believe it, otherwise what should we do?" ”

"Ten years ago, before the witch went to the sacrifice, she suddenly had a high fever, and she had three convulsions, and she woke up with cold water and still wanted to go."

"Lucky this year, someone can rush to the top shift for help, otherwise we only have a seven-and-a-half-year-old reserve witch left, if the ruling makes the adults not come, our family witch is seven and a half years old, and she will have to go up the mountain to go this way."

The young woman was speechless.

Zhao Yi gasped, and he didn't feel pain, he only felt hairy: "Could it be that I have been living in such a place where I may face the end of the world every day, and I have lived unconsciously for so many years?" ”

"Look!"

Several villagers jerked to their feet.

I saw that the cracks in the sky finally closed little by little, the sun rose, and the thick clouds dispersed.

The old village chief breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the broken axe in his hand, and said with a smile: "Pick up their respective babies, go home and sleep, go to the ground, and go to school." ”

"By the way, don't we have a master who wants to learn from him, he wants to inspect the old man's house, and he is ready to prepare for the reception."