I was tied to the altar of sacrifice by the tribesmen.

It was a boulder building made of marble, and the shaman on the altar was dancing back and forth in front of me, and the sound of silver bells was coming from his body.

In front of the altar, the tribesmen of the steppe tribes knelt reverently, with one hand on their chests, praying.

I saw Arjuna also come to the sacrifice, but she was also tied, and the corners of her mouth were still stained with bright red blood.

I know I hurt her!

She struggled desperately, but she looked so pale in front of her people. The friendly people of her mouth have now become a demon because of their ignorance, and they all want an innocent person like me to die in front of them to sacrifice to their so-called gods.

Where in this world could there be any gods, and how could the gods care about these insignificant mortals?

The shaman spoke in front of me in Mongolian that I did not understand, and finally suddenly knelt in front of me, spread his arms, and chanted a mantra aloud to the blue sky.

Then the tribesmen in front of the altar bowed down and did not dare to look up.

And Arjuna was also crushed on the head by her people, except for Arjuna, everyone here had no sympathy for an innocent outsider like me.

I was so desperate that I almost collapsed!

I didn't expect that there would be a group of such ignorant people living in this seemingly vast and fascinating grassland!

They are like executioners, and they are about to ruthlessly deprive me of my life!

The thought of being put to death by them made me sob wildly. I knew I had no hope of escaping, and I knew that there was no one left to rescue me.

All that is left for me is the last words!

I've thought about my end countless times, but it's just such a way of human sacrifice that I ended my life!

I'm helpless!

I regret it!

I'm desperate!

I'm not reconciled!

My family is still waiting for me to go back, I still have a long way to go, how can I be sacrificed like this by these ignorant people?

My tears poured out like a crumbling embankment, wailing out in pain.

But the people under the altar were cold and ruthless, and their cold faces were condensed with resentment. They wished that I would be sacrificed right away, so that their people could continue.

I struggled in agony and yelled at them like crazy, but they turned a deaf ear and ignored them!

My voice was hoarse, but I still couldn't get anyone's sympathy. They don't care about my pain at all, do they? As long as their entire clan is okay, they don't care what the others are like, right?

Selfishness is a kind of human nature!

Arjuna suddenly raised her head in the crowd and shouted like crazy with me.

She spoke in Mongolian, and I didn't understand a word, but her words seemed to have some effect, and the people all got up and looked back at her.

At this time, Arjuna's father stood up, came to Arjuna's face, pulled out the scimitar in his hand, and placed it on Arjuna's neck.

I was so frightened by this scene that I trembled, didn't this Mongolian man even refuse to let go of his own daughter?

I could clearly see a look of surprise in Arjuna's eyes.

The tribesmen who had always been friendly to her became executioners who hurt innocent people, and Abba, whom she called her very painful, threatened her life with a scimitar.

This is a fatal blow to a girl who is still ignorant and ignorant. Her eyes were full of loss and despair!

Arjuna's mother was so frightened by Arjuna's father that she hurriedly hugged the child, and kept speaking a series of Mongolian words.

Arjuna's father, with a hideous face, shouted a Mongolian word to all the tribesmen, and all the tribesmen cheered together, the almost crazy sacrifice was destroying my spirit and body.

Also destroyed by such a ritual is Arjuna!

She was innocent and pure, she shouldn't have gone through everything so filthy. But because I fell into the sin of human nature, perhaps in her heart, like me, she never understood why the people sharpened their knives against an innocent outsider.

I have not done anything wrong, can it be that the words of a shaman are going to decide a person's life and death!

If today's events really don't take any turn, this human sacrifice will become a shadow that Arjuna will never be able to erase.

She will not forget that her people are murderers, and they killed an innocent grassland outsider in front of her.

Arjuna closed her eyes in despair, tears falling like beads, sobbing wildly in her mother's arms, awaiting my final execution.

I heard her cry getting worse and worse, and I became more afraid.

I don't know how they're going to sacrifice me!

After the shaman shouted, several big men came up to me carrying a huge black box.

My face has changed dramatically, and they want to bury me alive!

It turns out that this is called a sacrifice!

I struggled as hard as I could, but the more I moved, the tighter the rope tied up!

No!

No, no!

No, no, no!

I don't want to die!

I don't want to be buried alive!

These brutes are mad!

My eyes were red.

sadness

despair

suffering

Wrath!

An intricate set of emotions intersected within me.

The resistance in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, I don't want to go into the never-ending darkness, it is a fear from the heart!

As I struggled to break free from the clutches of the big men, the wolf tooth necklace around my neck was flung up.

I yelled, "Don't! I don't want to be buried alive! No! I beg you! ”

The shaman in front of me suddenly noticed the wolf tooth necklace around my neck, and his face changed instantly.

The shaman suddenly fell to his knees, his head constantly swinging.

I wonder what tricks this bastard priest is going to play again?

It was he, the brute, who decided my life and death!

If he was a ghost, I wouldn't let him go!

No, all the people here, except Arjuna, I won't let them go!

The shaman's voice suddenly changed to something else, only thicker than the previous one, as if he had been possessed by something.

I could feel a powerful energy all around me, and I was 100% sure it was a spirit!!

Could it be that the gods that these Mongols believe in are the spirits that are being held on the priests at this moment?

What kind of spirit is it?

Why did it choose me as its sacrifice?

All sorts of questions flashed through my mind.

This spirit possessed the shaman's body, staring at me and Arjuna, and I miraculously understood what it was saying.

It said, "Let the two of them, slaves wearing my tokens, come down and accompany me!" ”