Late at night, by the long river at sunset, the river is in a hurry, like a naughty child, running back and forth in the house, although there is no fun or regularity, but it is all my favorite way to play.

Jiang Yuhong was lying on the ground, and the woman next to him carefully wiped his wounds. A few ribs were broken, all of which were still small things, but the key point was a strange poison, a strange poison that even she couldn't do!

What kind of poison is this?

Jiang Yuhong: "Where am I?" The voice was not loud, but it still made the woman hear it clearly, like a thunderclap, which made him stop in an instant.

The woman: "Are you awake, how are you feeling, it's okay." ”

Jiang Yuhong heard it, it was Moyin, it moved, it hurt, he tried to squeeze out a smile, looked at it, it was pitch black, he couldn't see anything, and he stopped talking.

On the periphery of the Sunset Forest, Mo Yin took good care of Jiang Yuhong, and Jiang Yuhong finally came back to life. Mo Yin looked at Jiang Yuhong, and then looked at himself, there was really no way to carry him away, and there was nothing he could do, so he searched for a few days, arrested a few people, and carried Jiang Yuhong back.

A month later, Jiang Yuhong was carried to a place, and then the gang was stuffed into the cabin and thrown back one by one.

Jiang Yuhong was lying on the ground, only to see that there were stone walls all around, the same as the cell in the Sunset Mountain Range, but it was much warmer here, and there was no one patrolling, which made Jiang Yuhong feel a little relieved.

Mo Yin: "Big brother, no! He can't go in!"

Mo Chen: "You know his injuries better than me, how long do you think he can live?"

When Mo Yin heard this, he pinched his fingers, lowered his head and said, "It's been less than a month." ”

Mo Chen: "Then you let him continue to be tortured for a month!"

Mo Yin: "That's not good, it's a sacrifice, and no one can come out alive." ”

In the corner, Jiang Yuhong listened to Mochen and Moyin, arguing about something, he didn't understand it at first, but he knew that there was still a month to say, and then he suddenly realized that he was talking about himself. It's just that what is that sacrifice they are talking about? Is it to send him to death? Jiang Yuhong looked at himself, the man who was about to die, and immediately smiled slightly.

Jiang Yuhong: "Moyin, come here." ”

Seeing that it was really Moyin and Mochen, Jiang Yuhong nodded, said hello, and then continued: "What's the matter? What sacrifice? Can I go?"

Moyin: "You can't go! ”

Jiang Yuhong looked at the emotional Mo Yin, and then said, "It's okay, I'll be killed for a month." I originally wanted to return to the town of the sun and return to the roots. I didn't expect to be saved here by Mo Yin, thank you two. ”

Mo Yin: "Fool, what are you talking about?" ”

Jiang Yuhong: "What's the matter with the sacrifice?"

Mochen: "To sacrifice is to pay tribute to the gods or ancestors. Generally, pigs, cattle and sheep have the most sacrifices, and there are also sacrifices made by living people. Mo Chen hesitated for a moment before he said the words of human sacrifice.

Jiang Yuhong: "Your Netherworld Sect has always used living people to sacrifice?"

Mochen: "No. It was a thing that had only happened in the last three years, and it was sacrificed every three months, one virgin boy at a time. ”

Jiang Yuhong: "In other words, if I go, that person can live for three more months, right?"

Mo Chen: "It's not him alone, it's all the boys who will be sacrificed, they can live for three more months!"

When Jiang Yuhong heard this, he immediately came to his senses, owed his body, and then continued: "Let me go." ”

Mo Yin: "No, I saved you, and your life is mine." If I say no, I can't!"

Mo Chen: "Sister, his life is his own, you listen to him." ”

Moyin: "That's not going to work. ”

Three days later, after taking the narcotic hallucinogenic drug secretly made by the sacrificial gods, Jiang Yuhong was carried in. Mo Chen was at the back of the crowd, but he didn't dare to look at Jiang Yuhong, but let him be carried in.

The sect master, the existence with the highest status of the Netherworld Sect, and this Nether Tomb is the cultivation place of the Netherworld Sect Masters of the past generations. The Netherworld Sect has always had strict rules, and it has never been soft on those who should be executed, and it is said that they were all used up by the Netherworld Sect Master to practice in the Nether Tomb here.

Eerie and terrifying, the smell of color changes, this is the impression of Netherworld Cultists on Nether Tomb.

After Jiang Yuhong put it in, he fell asleep quickly, the means of sacrificing the gods and witches are all passed down from generation to generation by the gods and witches, and left after countless developments, this medicine is really powerful, Jiang Yuhong slept for three days in one breath, maybe so that he could die in his sleep.

Jiang Yuhong woke up and found that he was not dead, there was an old man next to him, his white hair was like straw, he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, his face was covered with mud, like an old farmer who had just returned from the field, and then looked at this forehead, which was taller than his father-in-law Feng Sheng and Zhao Changjun, Jiang Yuhong was suddenly in awe.

Jiang Yuhong: "Senior, you are also here to sacrifice?"

Old man: "What nonsense, people want boys, you have seen boys of this age." ”

Jiang Yuhong: "That's what I said, why is your old man here?"

The old man: "I, forget, people are easy to forget when they get older." Young man, you are a little interesting, the people who came in before were all crying and crying, why do you have a relaxed face. What's going on?"

Jiang Yuhong: "I was originally a dying person, just so that those who sacrificed could live for three more months." ”

Old man: "Oh. Three months, for the sake of others, you came in. Do you know how they all died?"

When Jiang Yuhong heard this, he glanced at the old man opposite, and then vigilantly documented: "How did you die?"

Old man: "They were all chopped to death by me with a click, and then I ate all the meat piece by piece." Are you afraid?"

Jiang Yuhong: "Oh! That's good, but after you die, you won't be able to take care of things after you die." ”

Old man: "Stinky boy, there's a kind!"

Jiang Yuhong: "Old man, don't scare me. I'm all going to die, can I care how I die?"

Old man: "It's kind of interesting. However, I won't kill anyone, you can wait for death slowly. ”

Jiang Yuhong: "Come on." Look at you like this, you are a beggar who has escaped from the famine, and you don't have the bearing of the Netherworld Sect Master at all, kill people, do you dare you?"

When the old man heard this, he was immediately happy, and he dared to say that he was a beggar, thinking about the face of the Netherworld Sect, who would dare to be angry in front of me.

Look at the one in front of you, it's really different from your own sect. The ink dust is steady, and he has never dared to do anything out of the ordinary. Mo Yin, eccentric, although she does things perversely, she is also rebellious. In this kid's heart, he is not afraid of himself.

The Netherworld Sect Master immediately became interested and walked towards Jiang Yuhong.