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Chapter 164 Sacrifice This is a small-scale cottage hidden behind a mountain stream, with a hundred-meter fence in front, two stables in the back, and a double-storey village in the middle.

I don't know which wave of bandits were left behind by the imperial court, and the lookout platform collapsed, but there were nearly twenty people in the stockade alone.

They are not well-trained guards, they don't have the momentum of a bamboo, some of them are just fierce and fierce, and they only look like thugs when they hold swords.

When they saw the priest and disciples and others returning, they greeted them one after another.

"I finally caught it, watch it tightly." The priest disciple slowed down his voice, but he was angry, "Don't even think about letting him run again." ”

It wasn't the three men who had captured the boy, but the three guards who followed the priest's disciples were people sent by Li Hanyu.

He also kept an eye on it, afraid that Li Hanyu would kill him after making the medicine, so he hired these thugs, but these thugs really couldn't be put on the table, and they could lose it if they looked at a child.

The thugs took a lot of money from the priest disciples, and their attitudes were naturally and modestly tight, and they should have been.

However, a few guards were not at ease.

"No need." They spoke in unison, and one of them said, "Lord Priest, for the sake of no accidents, the sacrifice is still under the care of the three of us. ”

As soon as the words fell, the other two guards grabbed the boy from the thug's hands and restrained the struggling boy.

The priest disciples were extremely dissatisfied when they saw this, but they also knew that they couldn't help these people, so they had to hold back the fire in their stomachs.

"The first sacrifice will be performed in a moment, and the things will be prepared." He commanded the thugs, turned and went into the stockade.

The thug should have led the people away.

Fu'er followed him to the stockade, where he hid behind the weeds outside, and in the distance he saw three guards leading the boy away from the stockade, to be precise, behind the diagonal side.

He immediately went around the stockade and followed, and was shocked when he saw it.

In the forest connected to the stockade, a one-meter-high altar was erected, and the boy was tied to it, unlike when he himself was sacrificed, with a cage on the outside, and when you look closer, it is made of thorns.

The three guards watched from under the altar, not leaving an inch.

He waited for a quarter of an hour, but could not find a chance to get near the altar.

By this time, the sun had sunk in the west, leaving only half of it in the eyes of men.

The thugs carried the long table to the altar, covered it with a red cloth, and placed the ox's head, the pig's brain, and the rib meat in turn.

Fu'er's heart jumped, don't you want to sacrifice?

As if to fulfill what he was thinking, the priest disciple came out and went up to the altar.

Bonfires were lit on both sides of the altar, and the flames jumped and trembled.

The thugs carried the incense burner and laid down the futon in front of it.

The priest disciple first knelt down with incense and recited the mantra of the Obscure Society in his mouth.

Fu'er unconsciously got a little closer, and saw the priest disciple inserting incense on the incense burner, and a gust of wind blew, and the incense burned red and shiny.

The thug opened the cage, and the priest disciple entered with a knife in his hand, his eyes gloomy.

The boy burst into tears, and before the cry fell, the knife had already cut his wrist, and in an instant, blood dripped to the ground like beads of broken thread.

Because he was too far away, and he didn't go through this ring when he was captured, Fu'er thought that this was to dig out the boy's heart, lungs, and chop him alive.

As everyone knows, the place covered by the thorn cage is a disc made of cold iron, three inches higher than the altar, long and long, and the charm on it is carved in the form of grooves, and the blood drips onto the disk, and begins to flow along the grooves above, and the priest immediately retreats after cutting the boy's wrist, looking at this strange scene with a satisfied expression.

This time it will definitely work.

He thought.

But Fu'er's heart was arrogant, and the intermittent cries hit his chest continuously, knowing that he couldn't save people, maybe he would put himself in, but he still wanted to rush out.

The bonfire next to the altar came into view, and he gritted his teeth.

There are trees and dead grass all around, which is very easy to catch, but you can try to burn these grasses and save the boy while there is chaos.

He slowly arched himself before he could run out, but his arm was grabbed, and the strong recoil caused him to fall.

"Wait." Ji Escort said, pulling him behind him.

"Brother Ji?" Fu'er was surprised, she didn't expect the monsoon to come so quickly.

Monsoon was also half-squatting, raised his hand and made a gesture, Fu'er only felt that the figures around him flashed, and in less than five breaths, the thugs under the altar had already fallen two.

At the same time, the three guards reacted.

No, not guards.

Before they drew their swords, Monsoon spat out two words in a cold voice, "Dead man." ”

Fu'er didn't hear clearly, looking at the people on both sides who were killed together in an instant, a look of panic appeared on her face.

"Brother Ji, I... I—" He paused, not knowing how to speak.

"We lead people away, you go and save people." Monsoon said, and when the words fell, he had already drawn his long sword and rushed out.

His athletic skills allowed him to easily block the thug's attacks and meet one of the three dead soldiers.

Ji Feng didn't say that he should hide, but to save people, which made Fu'er both surprised and nervous, he breathed two long breaths of relief, clenched his fists and sneaked over to the altar.

There are only four kilograms of blood in the human body, even less in children, the wound on the wrist is deep, and the blood circulating in the groove on the disc is not even a quarter of the groove, but it is enough for a person to enter a state of shock, and if the bleeding is not stopped in time, he will die in half an hour.

There were monsoon winds and other guards to attract attention, Fu'er soon arrived at the altar, the partial priest disciples were frightened by the guards who suddenly rushed over, and the battle with the dead and thugs, especially a killer climbed up the altar, and before he could stand firmly, his head was cut off by the guard's knife, and the blood suddenly splashed on his god, and he was frightened and retreated, directly hitting the thorn cage, being pierced in the back, and moved two steps forward, but he refused to go, and hid next to the cage.

The boy's face was pale, and his eyes were closed and he was about to faint.

One of the guards caught a glimpse of Fu'er, looked at the priest disciple again, and killed the thug with a backhand sword, and one jumped on tiptoe onto the altar, trying to capture the priest disciple, so that Fu'er could save people, and he could also use the priest disciple to hold the three dead people hostage.

When the clinker priest disciple saw the guard approaching, he thought he was going to kill him, and he was so frightened that he immediately weakened his legs.

"Help—" he shouted, turning and running to the back of the cage.

It didn't matter if he ran this run, he couldn't dodge it anyway, but he directly bumped into Fu'er, who had jumped on the altar and was quietly approaching from behind.

Both sides were shocked.

Fu'er was shocked to be seen by the priest disciples.

The priest disciple was shocked that there was still a person behind him, and it was a child.

But then he was stunned, stretched out his finger, and said in a trembling voice, "You... You are the sacrifice caught in that town at the foot of Lingshan! ”

Finished!

Recognized!

Fu'er's heart jumped, and the secret way was not good, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that the guard had passed behind the priest disciple, and immediately shouted, "Brother Guard, catch him quickly, he recognizes me, and you must not let him run away." ”

When the priest disciple heard this, he reacted that he was about to run, but before he could take a step, he was held by the long sword by his neck, and the voice of the guard with implied killing intent sounded in his ears, "Don't move." ”

Fu'er immediately clenched the thorn cage to save people.

Seeing that Ji Feng and the others appeared to break the sacrifice, the boy was both happy and frightened, for fear that he would bleed to death before he could be rescued, so he kept holding on without closing his eyes.

At this time, the rope of his hands and feet was untied, and he breathed a sigh of relief and fainted directly.

The priest disciples were threatened, so they were about to call for help, and when they turned around, they saw that most of the thugs were dead, and the remaining few were also captured because they were defeated by the guards, but the guards obviously didn't want these people to live, and wiped their throats one after another, and even besieged the three dead soldiers together.

Ji Feng's long sword in one hand was fierce, and his opponent's dead soldiers were defeated and retreated, and he was about to be unable to resist.

The three dead were ordered to be a protective sacrifice and to take the boy as soon as he found out that he had been rescued.

One of them swept to the altar and headed straight for the boy.

Fu'er, who was holding the boy, bore the brunt of the sword.

Ji Feng saw that he stabbed a sword in the waist of the dead man, and the guards who had been ready to attack immediately surrounded him.

Fu'er staggered back with the boy, but he was so quick that he got a cut in the shoulder, and blood flowed out immediately.

The dead man stabbed him with a sword, this time directly at his head.

Fu'er reflexively stepped back, and his hand was relieved, dodging the sword, and the boy fell into the hands of the dead man.

"Hurry back!" The dead man carried the boy to his shoulders and shouted to the other two.

Seeing this, the two dead soldiers retreated, unwilling to entangle too much with the guards.

But where can the guards let them escape, block them on the side, and block several retreat routes. Coupled with the continuous attack, the bodies of the two dead soldiers were soon covered with wounds of all sizes.

Seeing this, the dead man carrying the boy had the idea of retreating first, but before he could leave, the monsoon had already blocked him.

Seeing this, Fu'er immediately retreated to the side of the priest's disciple, where the monsoon was already entangled with the dead.

The training methods of the dead and the guards are different, one is from the pile of the dead, and the other is trained by ordinary people, even if the martial arts of the two are the same, the guards are less angry than the dead soldiers.

This is now the case with the monsoons and the dead.

However, the dead man was restricted because of such a burden as a boy, and the recruitment action was not flexible, which also gave the monsoon a chance to take advantage of it, and after dozens of moves back and forth, wounds appeared on the waist of the dead man's calf.

In addition, the two dead soldiers over there had already died, and more guards came to besiege him, and it seemed that he could not escape, and it was only a matter of time before he was captured or killed.

However, the priest disciple didn't see it, and when he saw that the thugs and the two dead soldiers were dead, and this one could still hold on to this day, he thought that he had the ability to escape, and shouted, "Throw this sacrifice, save me out, and I will find a new sacrifice for you to pay for." ”

The boy on his shoulder slumped down and hit him on the arm, and the dead man moved.

The priest disciple said, "It's useless for you to save the sacrifice and go back, only I know the method of sacrifice." ”

The dead man himself is difficult to protect, where will he ignore him, the opposite monsoon with a sword provoked, and he hurriedly crossed the sword to block.

However, because his movements were slowed down and his arm was stabbed by the sword, he quickly retreated, and two guards attacked him left and right, one in the eye and the other in the chest.

I can usually dodge it, but now...

Almost instantly, the dead man threw the boy and jumped on the spot, dodging the sword moves of the two guards.

Monsoon saw the loophole and jumped up, flipped his wrist, and stabbed with his sword.

The dead man blocked two moves in a row, his shoulder was stabbed in half, and he kicked at the monsoon, and the monsoon drew his sword back to block, and the dead man hurriedly landed on the ground, staggering back, and during this period, he looked around for a week, and saw that the sacrifice could not be taken back, and he couldn't go back empty-handed, so he attacked the guards who held the priest's disciples hostage...