Smack!

The sounds resounded in the empty night, accompanied by the roar of the rain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ji Wuchen pulled Fang Mulin, who was a little dull-eyed, to run in the jungle, and from time to time his feet would step on the puddles accumulated on the road, splashing mud all over his body.

From time to time, the roars of wild beasts in the night forest seemed to hint at the unquiet and dangerous night in this area.

It is very dangerous to walk in the jungle in the dark, let alone on such a rainy night, the cold rain is accompanied by the wind blowing on the face, and the body will inevitably have a bone-chilling chill.

But at this moment, Ji Wuchen was like a crazy demon, just pulling Fang Mulin forward all the time, regardless of the coldness and chill of the rainy night.

Boom!

Suddenly, the soles of Ji Wuchen's feet slipped, and he fell to the ground with Fang Mulin, and his face was suddenly covered with mud.

But Ji Wuchen didn't have time to erase them, but got up anxiously again, trying to pull Fang Mulin up, but just when he was about to succeed, his body fell and fell to the ground again.

However, Ji Wuchen didn't want to give up, he kept getting up, and then fell down, as if there was a magical magic here, so they couldn't leave.

Rushing!!!

The rain kept falling, and on this rainy night that seemed to be in summer, people felt a faint sense of unease, and the smell of blood that accompanied the rain and the blood mixed with the rain flowed through them, and this cold chill was condensed to the extreme.

Ji Wuchen lay on the ground on his back, letting the blood flow over his somewhat pale cheeks, feeling the deep malice that seemed to come from the whole world towards him at this moment, and there was a chill in his heart.

He let the chill flow in his heart, trying to try his best to calm himself down, but when he looked at Fang Mulin beside him, a trace of strange emotion flashed in the depths of his eyes.

All along, from the very beginning, he didn't feel like a good person, he didn't feel how kind he was.

For him, he felt that he could do whatever it took to do anything, and according to the current situation, he should decisively leave Fang Mulin behind.

But he didn't, he didn't from the beginning, I don't know why, from the moment he saw Fang Mulin, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, indescribable, very strange, so he never left her.

However, seeing Fang Mulin's current situation, Ji Wuchen's heart was cold, and when he looked at the brightly lit tribe full of blood and killing in the distance, all he had in his eyes was a thick suspicion and a bitter memory.

Time goes back to that day, that is, the day Ji Wuchen and Fang Mulin decided to leave.

That night, it was not a downpour like this, but stars surrounded the sky, and the bright moon rose into the sky, which made people intoxicated.

In such weather, at night, after Ji Wuchen and Fang Mulin briefly cleaned up, they decided to leave overnight, because both of them had a faint bad feeling.

Under the cover of the night, they were running in the silence of the tribe.

They kept bending and walking, dodging the tribal guards they might encounter.

Suddenly, there was a noisy noise in front of them, and their faces immediately changed, and the people slowed down.

They hid their figures in the shadow of a house, and slowly stretched out their heads to look out, quietly watching the noisy lights and flames soaring into the sky.

I saw that the place was a huge square, there were steps in the middle of the square, the steps went up, and in a small space, there seemed to be a small red altar faintly.

And in the middle of the square there is a large tree with unusually thick and luxuriant foliage, which rises to the sky, obscuring the sky and the sun, and shrouding everything in shadow.

Around the big tree, there is a large group of people, and the dense space is all crowded, and the noisy noise fills the square.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, a soft sound floated by, and from the highest altar began to spread out to the surrounding area, and everywhere they went, everyone fell silent in an instant, and looked at the blood-colored altar standing at the highest place, making the world silent.

"Whew!"

"Knock !!"

Another voice came from the altar, as if it was a signal of the beginning, and everyone immediately knelt on the ground in an instant, and bowed down to the highest altar, the movements were uniform, the atmosphere was unusually solidified, serious and silent, and the loud sound echoed through the heavens and the earth like a war drum, as if they were performing the greatest ceremony in the world.

They all bowed down in unison, their heads bowed in silence, and their eyes closed, and none of them dared to raise their heads, and when they raised their heads again, their eyes flashed with a kind of fanaticism and madness, as if they wanted to give up all the purest faith in their hearts.

Ji Wuchen stood in the shadows, looking at the blood-colored altar hidden in the height with some shock, and gradually, a trace of confusion and struggle flashed in his eyes, as well as a trace of incomprehension.

Suddenly, he began to stare at the blood-colored altar, his eyes were a little red, and his breathing gradually became more and more rapid......