With the shouts of the middle-aged men, women and children came out of the wooden houses in the village, and even the peasants who were working outside also rushed over one after another. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Soon, a group of villagers gathered in front of the altar.

Young and old, from the gray-haired old man to the babbling young son, to the farmer who went to work in the fields, and the women who supported the household chores at home, all gathered in front of the altar.

Everyone looked at the altar with a look of horror and a hint of respect.

Although this oni-sama eats one person every year, with the blessing of the oni-sama, other oni and gods will not easily invade the village, and the defeated wandering samurai ronin and nearby bandits will not rashly attack the village.

In terms of this cost performance, it is simply too cost-effective to worship a ghost god.

The only bad thing is that the ghost god eats people every year, and in addition to that, every five years he has to offer a pair of virgins and virgins for him to eat.

"Lord Hejia, is this the sacrifice this time?"

A white-haired old man dressed in coarse cloth and clogs walked tremblingly to the altar, looking at the young man tied to the altar, his eyes flashed with satisfaction.

"Naturally, this untouchable only appeared near the village in the past two days, and I thought that the day of worship for the Oni God was coming soon, so I took this person back and used it to worship the Oni and Divine Lord."

He Jiade raised his head slightly, a hint of pride flashed on his thin face, he was a broken samurai, he did not rely on any daimyo and generals, in this era of war, it was simply precarious, but fortunately, there was a ghost god in this small village to protect him.

It is rumored that their He Jia family used to be a wang family, and there was a powerful figure like an onmyoji in the family, and this ghost god was once the style god of their He Jia family's onmyoji, accompanying their ancestors in the battle.

It's just that there is no one in the family to inherit the mantle of the lord, and the clan is gradually declining, so it has fallen to this point, and this ghost god has also become the guardian of the village.

"Lord He Jia is really wise, and it is best to use outsiders to sacrifice to the ghosts and gods." The old man trembled and bowed his body and said respectfully.

"It's a pity that this kind of lonely stranger is not common." Looking at the young man who had passed out in a coma, a trace of pity flashed on the old man's dry face like old bark.

In this era of war, the rise of warlords, all kinds of ghosts and gods have appeared, most of the people walking in the countryside are bandits, thieves and armies of a group nature, few people walk outside, and occasionally there are powerful monks and powerful samurai, and it is rare to see such a lowly serf as this young man.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started."

He Jia Jia looked at the pity on the old man's face, and didn't care, after all, he was a nobleman, even if He Jia's family was down, but as long as the title of samurai was still there, he was a nobleman.

This sacrifice to the ghosts and gods could not fall on the head of his Hejia family, and today it was only this foreign serf who offended him, so he tied this person to worship.

"Yes." Seeing that He Jiade didn't want to say more, the old man didn't dare to say more, just bowed down and said respectfully.

After all, the other party is a nobleman, and he is just an ordinary commoner, and he has no right to speak to each other.

The power of the Dongying nobles is amazing, and no one dares to pursue the killing of a few civilians.

"The sacrifice begins."

The old man walked into the field, looked at the villagers around him, puffed up his chest slightly, took a deep breath, and shouted.

This voice was full of anger, which was very inconsistent with the old man's appearance.

Seeing the beginning of the sacrifice, the villagers in front of the altar fell to their knees one after another, ready to greet the ghost god with the most honorable courtesy.

"Woo......"

Seeing this, Hejia Jiade took out a white xun from his bosom and played it, looking at the miserable white, it should be made of human bones.

The sound of Xun fluctuated, but it seemed to be a strange message, spreading in all directions.

This is a treasure inherited from their family, and it is said that it was handed down by the ancestors of the onmyoji in the family, and as long as you play the bone xun, the ghost god will soon appear.

Sasha...... Salsa...... Salsa. ”

There was a loud noise in the dense forest in the distance, and it seemed that something large was shuttling quickly through the dense forest, and it was extremely fast.

As time passed, this sound grew louder and closer, and the villagers near the altar also heard it, and a trace of awe and anticipation flashed on their faces, and they all lowered their heads and looked more respectful.

It seems to be looking forward to the arrival of the Oni and God.

As the distance approached, an evil aura also came, causing many villagers to tremble, and their expressions flashed with excitement.

"Hmm......"

As if sensing the approaching danger, the unconscious young man also let out a groan and gradually woke up.

When the young man saw the excited villagers in front of him, and looked at himself tied to the altar, the sound of salsa kept coming from his ears, as if death was constantly approaching, and a trace of despair flashed on his face.

After this period of time, that terrifying existence finally slowly appeared in the vision of the villagers.

The body shape of about three meters, pure black hair, sharp claws and a mouth full of fangs, the turquoise eyes are full of tyranny and bloodthirsty, and the huge body has a burst of black gas, which makes people tremble at the sight.

"The oni-sama is here."

Seeing the appearance of this terrifying creature, the villagers shouted excitedly.

Because this is the ghost god who shelters their village, if it weren't for the other party, their village would have been looted and killed by other ghosts and bandits nearby.

"The Ghost God Black Demon Palace, no matter how many times you see it, it is so powerful, if this terrifying power appears on the battlefield, it must be a killing machine, it is hard to imagine that the ancestors of my He Jia family can control such a ghost and god power."

He Jiade looked at the rapidly approaching monster, a trace of excitement and fascination flashed on his face, and he muttered to himself.

The four or five warriors behind He Jiade looked at the rapidly approaching terrifying monster, a trace of horror flashed on their faces, and they felt that in the hands of this terrifying monster, they were afraid that they would be torn to pieces by the other party in just an instant.

"Ahhh......h

Seeing the appearance of this terrifying monster, the young man who was tied to the altar let out a crazy roar, his face was full of horror, and he writhed his body frantically, as if he wanted to break free from the rope.

But no matter how much the young man struggled, it was to no avail, and he could only watch the terrifying monster approach step by step.

The young man looked desperately at the terrifying existence that had come to his side, knowing that he had no way to escape, his eyes flashed with a trace of hatred, and he looked at the middle-aged man fiercely with red pupils, and then swept over every villager present, the madness and hatred in his eyes made people shudder.

He Jiade was stared at and felt a chill in his heart, and then pouted disdainfully, the other party only has such ability, and soon this person will be eaten by the Dark Devil Temple.

The monster came to the vicinity of the altar and looked at the young man tied to the altar, his eyes flashed with satisfaction, and then he turned his head to look at the villagers with burning eyes, and let out a loud roar, and there was a hint of excitement in the roar.

"The oni-sama is satisfied."

The villagers in the audience were elated, and the ghosts and gods were satisfied, and maybe they would do more to protect the village.

"Roar~"

The monster turned its head, jumped on the altar, and looked at the tied youth, the saliva from the side of his mouth continued to drip on the wooden altar, making a "snort" sound.

The wooden altar was corrupted by saliva and a large area.

At this moment, the young man seemed to be frightened, his head hung down, and his body was not struggling.

A hint of surprise flashed in the monster's eyes, but it was replaced by hunger, and it couldn't wait to open its large mouth full of fangs, with a few traces of hungry saliva, and devoured it towards the youth.

At this moment, the young man with his head lowered raised his head again, his eyes were no longer bloodshot, but a touch of indifference, and his frightened face became light.

Looking at the closer and closer mouth of blood and the fishy stench coming to his nose, the young man's brows furrowed, and a trace of disgust flashed on his face.

"This is the world of Dongying?"