When he saw me wake up, the villager immediately came over. I asked, "What about my friends?" ”

He said, "Don't worry, they're all downstairs." ”

As soon as the man finished speaking, I heard the fat man's shout, and I immediately rushed downstairs to stop the fat man. He was a little surprised when he saw me. Then, I discussed with the fat man, who will guard the stuffy oil bottle?

The result of the discussion was that I came to guard the stuffy oil bottle, and he came to guard the little flowers.

After a while, Xiaohua and the black blind man woke up, but the stuffy oil bottle still did not wake up, and I was very worried about him.

Xiaohua walked upstairs and looked at the stuffy oil bottle and said, "He's fine, maybe he will wake up in a while, this village is a little strange, I'll take a look." I nodded, and he left.

Soon after Floret's departure, the stuffy oil bottle woke up.

Later, Stuffy Oil Bottle and I went to the living room to ask for some herbs to treat our wounds. The smell of the herbs was extremely unpleasant, but we finally put on the herbs despite the unpleasant smell.

We sat on a chair in the living room and waited for Xiaohua to come back.

I don't know how long it took, Xiaohua finally returned, and as soon as he entered the door, he motioned with his eyes for us all to go upstairs.

Upstairs he told us, "There's something strange about this village, we have to find a way to get out of here." Don't go to the east of the village lately, that's where they organize sacrifices. ”

At this time, we heard the sound of someone going up the stairs, and in order not to let the person be distracted, we immediately pretended to play our own games. The man came up, put down his meal, looked at it, and left.

All of us were injured, and naturally we didn't have much energy, so after eating we went back to our respective places and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, a strange drum beat was heard, and I opened my eyes to find that the stuffy oil bottle was no longer there. Touching the quilt of the stuffy oil bottle, there was no trace of temperature, it seemed that he had been gone for a long time.

I tiptoed downstairs and walked out the door.

As soon as I went out, I saw a dark figure, and I was startled. Then the man turned around, and I was relieved to see that it was the stuffy oil bottle.

He didn't say anything, just made a gesture at me when he saw me, motioning for me to follow him.

And just like that, I followed the drums with the stuffy oil bottle.

Finally, we found the source of the drumming. It was a large altar, on which a priest in fancy dress stood and beat a drum made of unknown material. One thing is certain from the sound is that the drum is definitely not made of ordinary materials.

In order to avoid being discovered by the locals, the stuffy oil bottle took me up the tree.

When you reach the tree, the view is much wider than before, and the altar is surrounded by dense villagers, all of whom are carrying torches.

Not far from the altar, there was a huge ravine, and beside the ravine, five thick wooden stakes, each with a living person tied.

I think it must be the sacrifice in Aning's mouth.

Suddenly, I saw a little girl rushing up to the altar, and the girl went up and grabbed the drum from the priest's hand and began to cry loudly. She kept shouting the word Sister into the drum.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but think of Sister Agurum.

It is said that the Ajie drum is made from the skin of a young virgin. The people who came to make the drum were chosen from an early age, and the people who were chosen could not speak, because they were all fed dumb medicine, and those who used the drum believed that only the human skin of someone who had not told a lie would have the best effect.

The angry voices of the crowd around me brought me back to my senses, and I continued to look at the altar.

The shaman didn't panic when he heard this, he just made a silent gesture to the crowd below.

The angry crowd beneath the altar finally fell silent, staring intently at the priest.

The shaman motioned for the man next to him to take the girl away. Three big men approached the girl, two of them took control of the girl, and the other rudely snatched the drum from the girl's hand and gave it back to the shaman.

Subsequently, the two big men wanted to take the girl away. The girl struggled, but how could she, just a minor, break free from the hands of those two strong men?

I tried to save the girl, but I just moved and the bottle was held down. I looked at the stuffy bottle, but he didn't react, I just sighed and gave up the idea of saving people.

In the end, the girl was carried and thrown down the canyon.

From the time the girl ran to the altar, hugged the drum, and cried bitterly, to the time she was thrown down the canyon, none of the villagers stood up to stop it. I couldn't help but feel that they were cold-blooded and cruel, and I clenched my fists at the thought of this.

The sacrifice was still going on, and the priest was beating the drum with his hands and reciting an unknown language in his mouth. It was all over after 20 minutes, and for about four or five minutes I and the stuffy oil bottle didn't hear anything.

Suddenly, the shaman let out a shout, then drew the dagger from his waist and slowly walked towards the man tied to the stake. The villagers knelt in the direction of the priest, muttering words until the priest came to a man tied to a stake.

The shaman took the dagger and stabbed the man in the left chest, and the blood slowly dripped down the dagger to the ground. I couldn't hear the man's screams because his mouth was gagged, but from his distorted expression I knew he must be in extreme pain right now.

The shaman killed the rest of the men in the same way as he had killed the man, and then left.

Seeing the priest leave, the villagers all ran quickly to the stake. Two men stepped out of the crowd and came to the men who had been killed by the shaman and pulled out their hearts.

They walked to a hut in the distance, holding their hearts.

The rest of the people pushed the body down the canyon and dispersed. When he saw that the sacrifice was over, he touched me, meaning that I should follow him down the tree.

I slid down the trunk of the tree with the stuffy oil bottle.

However, the moment I touched the ground, I stepped on a dry branch. Good fellow, that sound made the villagers not far from here all look at me and the stuffy oil bottle.

The bottle grabbed me and ran, only to hear a series of gunshots behind me. The stuffy oil bottle led me back to my previous hut, and I called the fat men out of the house.

After the fat man came out, he was a little dazed at first, but he immediately understood when he heard the gunshots coming from behind.

Xiaohua said, "Follow me." And so he ran out of the village.

Outside the village is a wide road with countless cars parked beside it.

Xiaohua stopped, and he gestured to the stuffy oil bottle with his eyes. The stuffy bottle walked over to a car and began fiddling with it, and it wasn't long before he opened it.

He went to the side of another car and started unlocking it the same way he had done it. The gunshots and voices were getting closer, and I was starting to get a little anxious.

Finally, the stuffy oil bottle opened.

Xiaohua nodded at the stuffy oil bottle and got into the car with the black blind man. The fat man and I followed the stuffy bottle to the other car, and the stuffy bottle said, "I'll drive." ”

Hearing this, I was taken aback and immediately said, "Little brother, don't be joking!" "The stuffy bottle looked at me and sat in the driver's seat. As a last resort, the fat man and I had to obediently be the people who sat in the car.

The stuffy oil bottle lit the fire and drove away. Seeing this, I couldn't help but look at the stuffy oil bottle like a monster, because in my impression, the stuffy oil bottle should be a person who can't drive.

He drove very fast but steadily, and gradually I let go of my worries about the stuffy bottle driving skills.

I sat in the passenger seat and looked at the sky, and I noticed that the sky was glowing a faint red, and a fiery red sun broke through the clouds and rose.

I lay down and admired the view, and a joy appeared in my heart for the rest of my life.

Just then, I heard a thud from behind, and the bottle immediately pressed my head under the seat with his right hand.

A bullet shot through the gap in the previous cushion and landed on the windshield.