Jinjia Village, 10 p.m.

In the past, the small square for villagers to enjoy the cool and chat about homely things was full of people. Roughly counted, there are at least four hundred. The men gathered around a roaring bonfire in the middle of the square, their eyes fanatical.

After a while, Qian Hong walked into the crowd. He walked to the campfire, raised his hands in the air, his eyes were extremely fanatical, and shouted to the crowd: "Great evil god, please accept our sacrifice to you. ”

As soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding crowd suddenly raised their hands in a frenzy and shouted in unison, "Please accept our sacrifice." ”

The huge sound reverberated over Jinjia Village for a long time. In the sound that echoed leisurely, more than thirty shirtless strong men served one in two, dragging a dozen or so stripped people into the crowd.

They carried the dozen or so gagged men to the campfire and forcibly pushed them to the ground. Those people struggled desperately, helpless where were the opponents of these thirty or so strong men. As soon as he struggled, he was pressed to the ground by these strong men, completely unable to move.

At this time, Qian Hong walked behind these strong men. He raised his hands again, his face glowing with an abnormal red, and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Believers of the evil gods. The great evil god has given us the power of God and given us hope of survival. Now the benevolent evil gods will descend on us to share their powers. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in his sixties with red eyes stood in the crowd and shouted frantically, "Kill these sacrifices." I want divine power! ”

"I want divine powers!"

The crowd suddenly became even more frantic. They roared in hysteria like madmen. In an instant, high-pitched screams echoed over the entire Jinjia Village.

Qian Hong laughed wildly, echoing the roar of the crowd. After a while, he raised his hands and pressed them down. Suddenly, the crowd fell silent. Everyone stared at him with extreme longing in their eyes, and when he gave an order, they would kill and eat these sacrifices in order to obtain the ethereal divine power.

In the face of many fanatical eyes, Qian Hong seemed to have eaten an ice cream on a dog day, and his whole body was refreshed. He was so excited that he unconsciously raised his right hand.

When everyone saw it, the frenzy in their eyes became stronger and stronger. Like a hungry beast, they gasped for breath and stared straight at the dozen or so men who were firmly held to the ground by the strong men. Unexpectedly, at this moment, an empty sigh suddenly drifted into their ears.

"You deserve to die."

When Qian Hong heard this voice, his face changed sharply. He turned around and roared angrily: "It's you again, come out, come out for Lao Tzu, what kind of ability is it to pretend to be a ghost!" ”

Before the words could be spoken, a scream suddenly came from behind the crowd. The crowd dispersed. I saw a young woman in her thirties clutching her neck and falling to the ground. Blood trickled out from between his fingers, staining the boss's ground red in a few moments. In just a dozen seconds, her eyes rolled and her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't say half a word.

Everyone was taken aback, and subconsciously took a few steps back. In an instant, there was no one within a radius of ten meters from this young woman, let alone anyone who came to stop the bleeding for her.

In just one minute, the young woman stopped moving. She opened her eyes with barely visible pupils, staring blankly at the starry sky, as if questioning the heavens, and as if she was repenting to the heavens.

The young woman's death chilled the hearts of the others, and the frenzy in their hearts was instantly extinguished, and they all began to retreat. They are no strangers to this mysterious man. This mysterious man has already sabotaged several festivals. In particular, the death of the young woman in front of her was exactly the same as the murdered believers I had seen before.

At this time, Qian Hong saw that everyone was afraid, and immediately became furious. His face turned pale, and he raised his hands and roared: "He is only one person." Kill this heretic, and the great evil god will surely give us more divine power. ”

These words immediately aroused the desire in everyone's hearts. The fear on their faces suddenly faded, and the frenzy crept back onto their faces. They looked around vigilantly, looking for traces of the mysterious man.

"You deserve to die!"

The sound is erratic, making it impossible to find your bearings. And the last word fell, and suddenly a scream came from behind the crowd again. In an instant, the crowd dispersed in terror, revealing the believer who had fallen to the ground and convulsed unconsciously.

This man was also cut off in the neck with a knife. He clutched his neck, blood spurting from between his fingers. The few believers who retreated late were caught off guard and splashed all over.

There was silence all around. Everyone was pale, and they shivered like chaff. No one is not afraid of death. Especially for them, their lives are more important than anything else.

After a while, a young man in his twenties suddenly turned around and ran towards the entrance of the village. He screamed hysterically as he ran, holding his head.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to die. ”

His actions immediately aroused the fear of death in everyone's hearts. After a while, a few more people couldn't bear the fear in their hearts and fled to the entrance of the village as if they were dead.

Panic spread like a plague through the crowd. More and more believers did not care that the great evil god had not yet given divine power, and fled towards the entrance of the village in a hurry.

In just a few minutes, less than a hundred believers remained in the square. Qian Hong was about to explode. He stared resentfully at the backs of the fleeing believers, and suddenly turned around to cheer up the believers who remained in the square.

"This is a test given to us by the great evil god. Through guò this test, we will gain the power of the evil gods. ”

Before the words fell, he suddenly disappeared in place. A cloud of dust rose from the ground. The crowd was in shock when they suddenly heard his voice overhead.

"This is the divine power that the Evil God has bestowed upon me!"

Everyone hurriedly looked up, only to see him standing on the big tree at the edge of the square, and exclaimed with a fanatical expression: "I believe in the great evil god. I gave a single qiē to the Evil God, including my life. The merciful evil god accepted my devotion and gave me divine powers. Only believers who truly believe in the great evil gods can attain divine power. ”

These words are nothing less than a shot in the arm. The hundred or so people in the square immediately knelt down feverishly, chanting the great evil god in their mouths. They pressed their foreheads against the cold ground and prayed to the evil gods of the underworld.

Seeing that the military had stabilized, Qian Hong immediately raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings. His face was gloomy, he glanced around, and scolded in his heart: "Damn, where are all those dark piles dead?" ”

As soon as he scolded here, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and then he heard a deep voice behind him: "You are the most damned." ”

"Not good."

Qian Hong was startled, and with the sound of that voice, he leaned back for the first time, and then flashed back to the crowd. As soon as he stepped on his feet, he raised his hand and touched his neck in shock, and when he saw it, his hands were full of blood. Obviously, although he hid in time just now, he was still scratched his skin.

His face turned pale, and Huo Di looked up at the big tree. Just now, he leaned back by himself, and he really felt his back hit a person, and even felt that the person's breathing became a little short.

Who else could there be but the mysterious man with his head and tail hidden?

Sure enough, he saw a person holding the trunk of a tree with both hands, and the whole person was hanging in the air. He suddenly pointed at the man and screamed in a rage.

"He's there, kill him!"

All the believers immediately turned their eyes to the man. The man knew that his deeds were leaking, but instead of flashing immediately, he turned over and quickly squatted on the trunk of the tree to overlook the more than 100 cult believers below.

At this time, Qian Hong saw the person's appearance clearly. He was immediately shocked, pointed at the man and screamed angrily and in shock, "You...... You killed the messenger? ”

The others also saw the man's appearance clearly through the campfire at this time. Grimace mask, dressed in a black robe...... This is clearly the dress of the messenger. They immediately panicked and scolded angrily.

"Damn the infidels, you killed the messenger!"

"Kill this infidel, the great evil god will definitely give us more divine power!"

"Kill him!"

“……”

This ghost-faced man was indifferent in the face of the angry scolding of many cult followers. He crouched on the trunk of a tree, his cold, merciless eyes under the ghost-masked mask reflecting the bonfire in the square, flickering with a thick killing intent.

After a while, his whole person suddenly disappeared without a trace. The cult followers suddenly seemed to be strangled by their necks, and their angry scolding stopped abruptly. They exchanged ears in horror and talked a lot.

Isn't this the divine power bestowed by the great evil gods?

When Qian Hong saw it, his complexion changed even more. He peeked at the panicked believers around him, scrambling to discuss the matter, and immediately secretly withdrew from the crowd and disappeared.

Not long after, someone noticed that Qian Hong was gone, and immediately screamed in horror: "Your Excellency is gone!" ”

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely destroying the will of everyone. Frightened and panicked, they scattered and fled the square.

In a few moments, screams rang out in the village. Like a ghost, the ghost-faced man quietly appeared behind every cult believer who was only concerned about fleeing for his life. A sharp military dagger slashed through their throats, slicing their tracheas and blood vessels.

One by one, cult believers fell. The Ghostface slaughtered these fanatical believers with great efficiency. After about half an hour, the village fell silent. The Ghostface returned to the square with the smell of blood.

By this time, the dozen or so people who had been sacrificed were gone. He was about to turn away when suddenly a man sat up from the ditch beside him. The man whimpered and struggled out of the ditch.

Seeing this, the ghost-faced man walked forward quickly and ripped off the cloth from the man's mouth. The man was barely able to speak, and immediately shuddered and pleaded.

"Save ...... Help me, I'm ...... I'm cold. ”

The ghost-faced man saw this person's appearance clearly through the firelight, and couldn't help but whisper: "Uncle Xiao, why are you?" ”

The man looked up blankly, and opened his eyes to look at the ghost-faced man by the light of the fire. The latter casually removed the grimace mask, then cut the rope from his body with a knife, and laughed.

"It's me, Qiu Chengyu."