The last rays of the setting sun dissipated, and darkness covered the land.

Nanping City, China, in the East Asia Region of Bluestar, is geographically surrounded by mountains and rivers, and although the economy is not particularly developed, the natural scenery is very beautiful.

At this moment, in a very large farm on the outskirts of the city, hundreds of ghostly figures quietly converge from all corners of the city, either driving or walking.

In the farm, the fields where strawberry and cherry picking orchards were used have long since been razed, leaving only dry loess.

In the cold autumn breeze, a thin old man like a bamboo pole stood on a high platform made of mud in the middle of the farmland, looked around, took a sip of the cigarette in his mouth, and said hoarsely: "Sanzi, there are almost enough people, right?"

A loyal, honest, and obsessive young man standing behind him counted his heads condescendingly when he heard this, nodded and said, "Uncle, 1184 people are here."

That's more than 200 more than you estimated before, that's enough. ”

"Let's get started. The old man snuffed out the cigarette butt and rubbed his nose.

After that, he pulled up the hood of the black robe he was wearing, covered his face, luckily, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard the obsessive young man behind him muttering: "Uncle, I have always been not very happy these days.

In the past, although we also did this, we just collected a few dollars to spend, but now we always have blood on our hands.

Besides, Nagheros is a real evil god, unlike the Bodhisattva or the Buddha, who no one has ever seen, and he is mocking this in his name..."

"You are a king and eight calves, if you say such things at this time, is it a death!" The white sweat on the back of the old man when he heard these words came out, and he hurriedly lowered his voice and interjected angrily: "If you are not my own nephew, you will have to provide for me in the future, and I will be flayed alive now!"

"Uncle, aren't I worried about retribution? The young man pleaded aggrievedly.

The old man saw his nephew's frightened, dazed, and wooden face through the dim moonlight in the sky, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided, and he sighed and said, "You are still a monk, a transcendent one, look at that little courage."

Second uncle, I have eaten more salt than you have ever eaten rice, can I still think of things that you stupid brain can think of.

Besides, our old Xu family has been worshipping the 'childless old mother' from the root, Meng Yuan, Zhu Ming, Manchu Qing... Which dynasty or generation has never rebelled, who knows better than me about the idea of the cult, and our current methods are compared with those of our ancestors, that is, they are small and big, and they can't even mention it.

Second Uncle will give you a bottom today, now this world is the legendary end times, and the power of the outer gods is rampant in the universe, which is not something that we Blue Star people can compete with at all.

If you want to survive, there are only two ways, one is to quickly escape in a spaceship, this way is now extinct;

And then I really become a believer in Geheros, and I don't want to be a human being and an evil life..."

"Uncle, you, you," the obsessive young man never imagined that his uncle would say such a thing, and blurted out in shock: "Are you evil, how can there be a reason that 'those who play with birds become birds'."

What's more, you can't even be a human being, what's the strength of living, living!"

Hearing this, the old man looked at his nephew and asked expressionlessly, "Third son, do you really want to die?"

The obsessive young man who was choked with this sentence was speechless, and was slightly trembling and stunned on the spot.

Seeing this, the old man sighed and said, "It's really an eagle that has become a night owl, and one generation is not as good as the next."

After three walks, whether you die or live is a matter of the future, you can think about it slowly in the future.

Now let's get the important things done. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he cleared his throat, puffed up his breath, and faced the hundreds of sneaky figures in the audience, and whispered in a voice like a flood of bells: "Okay, believers.

You are gathered here today to offer devotion to our Lord Gehros, to gain the favor of our Lord, and to be redeemed in the coming end of the world.

Now offer the sacrifice. ”

When the words landed, there were black-robed people leading live cows, live horses, live pigs, live donkeys, live fish... And so the livestock walked up to the high platform.

Then about twenty or thirty men in white robes came out of the crowd and climbed onto the high platform.

Suddenly, one of the women with a haggard look and dark circles in her eyes began to cry without warning, as if the accumulated pressure was too great and her spirit had finally collapsed.

While crying and shouting hoarsely: "No, no, I don't want to die, I want to live, no, no, I don't want to die, don't..."

Seeing that there was an accident, the old man's face hidden in the hood frowned, and he was about to say something, but he didn't expect the nephew standing behind him to suddenly step forward, and with a wave of his arm, the palm blade was like a sharp blade, cutting off the head of the roaring woman from her neck.

"The things that become blood sacrifices are chosen by lots," let the headless corpses in front of him gush out like a fountain of blood to the sky, and the fat young man roared with a hideous face: "I will never be forced to participate or not."

But since he participated in the lottery and was drawn but did not admit it, it is equivalent to taking his life to win the favor of my master, and as a result, he lost the gamble and played a trick.

If the bet is something else, they are all brothers and sisters of the same club, and the debt will be repaid, but everyone will be fated, so there will be no withdrawal.

Not to mention what a solemn and solemn sacrifice to our lord is, and at this time it is a trick to turn the ritual into a farce, and if it angers His Majesty Gehros, will it not be a catastrophe for everyone!

So I had no choice but to kill this scoundrel, do you think it should be?", there was no trace of stupidity on his face.

And everyone in the audience listened to the young man's defense, and even the occasional disgruntled person was angry, and shouted in a noisy voice: "Such a selfish person should kill her!";

"If you dare to make trouble at this time, you are really looking for death, and you deserve to be killed!";

"It was originally a sacrifice to die, and if you die well, it will be over, maybe it can be transformed, and now that you are really dead, it is completely self-inflicted. ”...

Seeing this, the obese young man bowed deeply and said, "Since everyone doesn't blame me, then let's continue to listen to the arrangements of the Lord Priest and complete the blood sacrifice." He turned and walked back behind the old man.

Looking at his uncle's back, he lowered his head and muttered, "Second uncle, I've thought about it carefully."

I don't want to die, even if I become a monster, even if I live in hell for the rest of my life!"

"It's not my Xu family's species," the old man's face hidden under the brim of his hat showed a pleased smile, and he replied softly: "Since you want to live, the second uncle will definitely let you live." ”

After making this promise, the old man stretched out his hands and slashed outward, and the edge of his palm squeezed the air to form a sharp airflow, spreading out like a steel knife, and forcibly slashing the horses, cows, pigs, and donkeys on the high platform... and the cattle were cut into two together with the white-robed people.