The black cloak obscured half of Han's face, and she looked down from the second floor. There is an enchantment upstairs, and the soul locker can't see anything. The male and female slaves were dressed like strips of cloth and were happily busy. Only the clothing of the elderly can completely cover the body.

Han Qian looked at these soul locking slaves who were raising a bonfire in front of the temple, and their faces were so happy and peaceful. She couldn't help but think; Don't they know what a cruel environment they live in?

Soul Lockers have a day in March and September that is their Dionysian Day, but every January, they have Good Friday. On this day, they will be whipped 49 divine whips. This is to be used as a warning to them by the God of Bloodlight. admonish them; As long as you are alive, you must never forget your identity as a soul locker.

49 When the god whips down, most of the blood soul slaves will lie down for a few days before they can go down to work.

It's not just a slave and a servant, every year when a newly elected prosecutor takes office, Condor City will usher in a 'declaration of war'. The so-called 'Day of War Declaration' means that as long as they are locals of the Condor City-State, they can massacre the Blood Soul Slaves.

Because, the people of the Condor city-state believed. Just in the name of the 'declaration of war' of Sibal, the god of blood and light. Murder and bloodshed in a state of war, without any fault at all.

So, Han Qian didn't understand it. Why can they still live so calmly? Do they really believe in fate that much? Although he heard that he would be killed in the 7th life, Han Qian still didn't dare to fully believe in the so-called fate.

If, you leave your life to fate. Is there a turnaround after falling to death in the 7th life? From then on, live happily. Is it not necessary to fight against 'fate' as much as you do now?

In this way, have these people completely given up the struggle against 'fate'? Or rather, they resisted, but, failed. In the same way, you may fail yourself.

There are more and more soul locking slaves, from a few dozen people at the beginning, to hundreds in the blink of an eye.

There are also more and more campfires. The bonfire is passionate, majestic, swirling... After drinking a few bowls of mulled wine, everyone was fascinated and began to dance around the campfire.

More and more, up to thousands. The City of Condor has jurisdiction over 13 cities, each of which has a large number of temples. Tonight is a sleepless night.

Under the influence of alcohol, these Dionysian worshippers, scorching life, around them, are also boiling. They wield their great imagination, and they are free people at the moment. Everyone destroyed together, the unbearable pain on weekdays.

Many men and women also hugged each other, kissed, and dishonest paws, and began to hook the most primitive male and female hormones of human beings. They wouldn't even be shy to remove the only fig leaf or two on their bodies in front of everyone.

Against the backdrop of the bonfire, there is a sea of people, such as the tide of Qiantang, which is the best demonstration of the power of the sea of people. The scene was spectacular.

After a long period of hard work, the Soul Locking Slave believes that in front of the temple, as long as he and his beloved do things that make him and the other party feel happy, he can receive the blessings of the temple.

In the primitive impulses and desires of human beings, there is sex and hunger. This is normal.

But for the sake of money and power struggle, that is the insatiable desire, in their opinion, such a desire, for them whose fate only belongs to the soul slave, is guilty.

Hanasa had been listening attentively to the sound of the stairs, and she waited for the arrival of the silver bell. Grandma told her that if Silver Bell came, she would let Silver Bell knock on the stone steps in the stairwell. Chill down, so that the silver bell will not offend the Divine Mansion.

Grandma had long since disappeared into the crowd, and Han Qian couldn't find her in the crowd.

She thought that Grandma looked like a woman in her forties and fifties, and in modern times, if such a charming woman met a man who would appreciate her, Grandma would probably be able to become a girl. Grandma may be like this, so she disappeared from her sight.

Tonight, she doesn't need to be submissive and bow down. There is no need to serve the master, and there is no need to be serious and serious.

Look at the soul slaves in front of the temple, and wake up after being excited, roaring, and falling asleep in a dream. Han Qian guessed that he had been waiting for Silver Bell for at least two hours.

Fortunately, there were seats on the second floor, and she watched this spectacular scene, and when she was tired of watching, she sat down and rested for a while. It's just that, it stands to reason that he offered to see his master, and Yinling shouldn't have come for so long. Nothing will happen to her, will she?

Han Qian has just arrived, even if there is no humanitarian to see Yinling. From the point of view of the present world, from a modern point of view; One more friend, one more road. She also wanted to meet the girl, after all, there were not many people here who cared about herself.

Wait, she thought. When I leave tomorrow, I don't know when I'll see the silver bell.

She continued to sit down on the wooden bench in the room, but because of the barrier, the outside sound could not be heard at all, and she began to doze off. However, there was a voice in her heart that reminded her to listen to the movement of the stairs.

I slept for a while in a daze, and then woke up. She complained a little that her parents didn't even come to her dreams. After sobering up for a while, she was sure that it was already early morning. But why, I still haven't seen the silver bell coming? Is something really going on?

She stood by the window and watched for a while, and in front of a campfire, the soul locker smacked the wine in his mouth towards the fire, and the fire immediately responded with high emotions. They do weird poses, dance weird dances, and do their best to show the monster in their hearts that is forcibly pressed down by reason. They only allowed it, in the form of a show, to come out and make a fuss today. A lot of people were amused and laughed, and then they started to learn.

Han Asa took a deep breath and didn't want to wait any longer.

She turned to go downstairs, only to hear a voice outside the back door of the mansion, on the edge of the cliff. "Do you think that if you meet my sister, this matter will be solved?" It's a male voice.

Han Qian thought about it for a moment, and remembered this familiar voice. This is the voice of her younger brother, Yu Zijing.

"You go back~ She can't help you." Yu Zi said quietly and calmly.

Han Qian couldn't help but sneer, who could make Yu Zijing's voice so calm beyond the ordinary? Obviously, class can make him so confident. She thought, why didn't Yinling come for so long.

It turned out that it was a 'roadblocker' on the road.

It's just that why did Yu Zijing stop Yinling and not let her see her? It seems that there must be something strange in this. She didn't go out for a moment, and stopped behind the wall inside the mansion.

Han Qian heard that Yinling just sobbed and didn't say a word.

"Cry, cry, I haven't cried yet~" Yu Zijing complained in a low voice. "You go back~" he repeated the order.

Silver Bell still didn't speak.

Yu Zijing faced Yinling's silent resistance, he was going crazy. "Do you want me to push you down from here?" He threatened with a chill.

As a modern person, it is impossible for Han Qian to ignore a living life. She immediately walked out of the door and sneered gloomily, "Yu Zijing, I really can't see it, you can kill people too." ”