At night, Changchun Village, the lights are bright, and the lanterns are hung everywhere, and the fiery red lanterns are written with bright red happy words.

Under the illumination of the light, the ground was already blood-red, and the blood stained the earth, and the scene that should have been in full swing was silent at the moment, which made people feel a little weird.

Soon, a young man stained red with blood came out of it, it was Zhang Xin. I saw him leisurely walk out of the room, slowly walking out to the northeast, looking at his indifferent appearance, as if the killing just now had nothing to do with him.

After Zhang Xin walked for a while, he finally came to his destination, but it was an altar that had been erected, which was the place where Zhang Xin used to sacrifice.

Although the altar is rudimentary, it is genuine, and all the basic facilities are there, enough to communicate with the gods of the distant plane, and to give back enough power.

Although Zhang Xin has no strength, the knowledge in his mind is there, and the knowledge is also there, after setting down the altar, he directly began to pray, there should have been a set of rituals to worship the heavens in front, but it was directly saved by Zhang Xin, because this is useless, just to show his sincerity.

The deity that Zhang Xin prayed to was Anubis, to be precise, the underworld, although Anubis had reached the real world, a part of the underworld controlled by the Egyptian god system would not go with him, so Zhang Xin chose to sacrifice to the underworld.

The underworld is a big interface, second only to hell and the heavenly realm, but the underworld does not have any powerful existence, but is divided into several parts by various god systems to create their own reincarnation system.

And the underworld is not a good interface, and the yin is strong. It is not suitable for the survival of living people, but Zhang Xin can only sacrifice to the underworld at present. Because he only knows the priestly methods of the underworld.

I don't know if Zhang Xin killed too many people, or if he was very sincere. It was only after a long prayer was uttered that the environment suddenly changed.

Originally, Changchun Village was brightly lit, but suddenly the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, covering the bright moon, and there was darkness between heaven and earth, only Zhang Xin Qingyue's prayer voice clearly spread to every corner.

Zhang Xin's mood gradually became excited, and his life in the past few months has been very calm and peaceful. But for Zhang Xin, it was like hell, without strength, he couldn't do anything, and it was so difficult to even kill a few people.

A strong wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth, the wind was so strong that it was very rare, even the banner of the ghost drawing talisman behind Zhang Xin. It is also a hunting sound, and in Zhang Xin's view, such a strong wind is a cold and gloomy wind.

Now Zhang Xin's whole mind is on sacrifice, no matter what kind of abnormalities occur. will be taken for granted by Zhang Xin that this is the reason for the sacrifice, because it is also recorded in the Black Book of the Undead that in the process of sacrifice. Various visions will appear to show the majesty of the gods.

The wind blew more and more fiercely. And Zhang Xin's prayer is getting louder and louder, because he has killed too many people. The clothes are soaked in blood, and now when the wind blows, it is even colder, but such a misunderstanding is instead thought by Zhang Xin that this wind is the yin wind of the underworld, and it is inevitable that it will be cold.

The coldness of the body could not hide the heat in his heart, Zhang Xin's prayer voice also slowly lowered, and the speed of speech slowly slowed down, not because Zhang Xin was cold, but because this prayer should have been read like this.

The wind blew for a long time, but Zhang Xin's words gradually overshadowed the wind, and the dark clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and the sky and the earth were dim, and there was a feeling that the black clouds were overwhelming the city and wanted to destroy it.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed between heaven and earth, illuminating everything in Changchun Village, and all the corpses were lying on the ground, with a big gap in their necks, and blood was left like flowing water.

Cruelty, evil, this is the initial feeling, but Zhang Xin's solemn face, burning eyes, and the simple altar bring a religious sense of sacred solemnity to this cruelty and evil, the two feelings are contradictory, but in this long, against the background of the dark clouds, there is an indescribable harmony.

The moment the first lightning light was lit, although it brought a brief light between heaven and earth, the hanging lanterns and the lit candles were mysteriously extinguished a little bit.

The lightning lit up one after another, as if God had opened his eyes and wanted to see the inhumane evil deeds below. And the thunder was rolling, but it let out an angry roar to God, reprimanding Zhang Xin for his evil and crazy behavior.

But no matter how frequent the electric light was lit and how deafening the thunder was, it couldn't affect Zhang Xin, who was full of solemnity, but the candles in Changchun Village were all extinguished, and everything shrouded in darkness covered the bones like a mountain and the muddy earth.

Wow, the big raindrops of soybeans came down, drenching Zhang Xin, he was already soaked, and now he finally dried a little bit, but under the heavy rain, he was soaked again.

Zhang Xin's wedding clothes were stained with blood, under the rain drenching, Zhang Xin's lower body was blood-red, as if he was accusing him of evil, I don't know if it was Zhang Xin's illusion, he also slowly felt a hot air rising from the inside of his body, not only Zhang Xin was not cold, but also felt energetic.

Zhang Xin, who was encouraged, couldn't wait to continue to pray, his heart was extremely hot, and he had already begun to calculate in his heart, only this time the blood sacrifice was not enough, he had to continue to kill, even if it was to let the people of the whole world die, it didn't matter, as long as he could improve his strength, what was it for some ordinary people.

But Zhang Xin ignored that he was sacrificing to the underworld, and if he wanted to give back power, it should also be dark magic, and it could never be this warm breath.

But Zhang Xin, who was fascinated by strength, couldn't notice this, and now he only had power in his eyes, and he had been blinded by the big cake of restoring strength.

A large amount of rain has hit the land, trying to completely wash away the evil in Changchun Village, but there are too many dead people, and blood can not be washed away, but the rain slowly expands the scope, making Changchun Village become a sea of blood.

Those who lost their lives in their sleep were washed by the rain, and their bodies turned miserable white, which made people's hearts hairy.

Zhang Xin's prayer has gradually come to an end, but except for the rain, nothing has been summoned, Zhang Xin's heart gradually sensed that something was wrong, but there was no way to do it, so he could only read the prayer hard, reading louder and louder, but it was covered by thunder and rain.

Although Zhang Xin deliberately slowed down the speed of reciting the prayer, but now he has also read the end, but there is nothing between heaven and earth except this storm, not to mention that the feedback power of the underworld has come down, and even Zhang Xin has not even sensed the underworld, so it can be said that this cruel and bloody blood sacrifice can be said to have failed.

Zhang Xin was unwilling to accept it, and even more unable to accept such an ending, he endured it for months, stayed with these ants for so long, and tried his best to kill so many ants, but he didn't get anything, only the cold and cruel reality was waiting for him.

Without strength, what should he do, how should Zhang Xin live, where should he go, all these practical problems were placed in front of Zhang Xin, making his heart desperate.

When the prayer was finally finished, there was peace between heaven and earth, and there was nothing left but an increasingly violent storm. Maybe there is also Zhang Xin, whose face is pale and pale, at this moment, his face is whiter than those corpses.

It's not like that, it's not like that, it's definitely not like this.

Zhang Xin suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted, his hands danced irregularly, like a madman, there was only persistence in his eyes, morbid persistence, he was crazy

Zhang Xin was crazy, he picked up a shovel and desperately dug a big pit, the rain mixed with blood flowed in, and there was immediately an extra pool of blood at the altar. The altar, which was already very evil, immediately became very evil.

After doing all this, Zhang Xin couldn't accept such an ending, and ran to the top of the altar again, and recited the prayer to the gods again with a hoarse voice.

But no matter how loud and pious Zhang Xin was, he couldn't change the outcome of the failed sacrifice, lightning kept flashing in the sky, and the thunder still rumbled, overshadowing Zhang Xin's voice and illuminating his crazy demeanor.

The lightning in the sky illuminated the evil of Changchun Village, and also illuminated Zhang Xin at the top of the altar, telling the world the fate of evil, and the rumbling thunder overshadowed Zhang Xin's roar, like God's admonition to him and to everyone.

Zhang Xin read the prayer over and over again, over and over again, from hoarseness at the beginning to insensitivity later. He even danced a half-baked sacrificial dance, hoping for a miracle, but the miracle never appeared.

Suddenly, Zhang Xin tripped and fell to the ground with a pop, and the muddy water covered Zhang Xin's face, looking extremely embarrassed.

It's not like this, it's not like this, it's not like this

Zhang Xin muttered quietly in his mouth, his eyes were dilated, he seemed to have lost hope in life, he couldn't even stand up, the big red wedding dress was still oozing a little blood, but I don't know whose it was.

The lightning flashed again, the thunder was still there, covering everything up, and when Zhang Xin was lying down, he seemed to be integrated into the earth, not conspicuous at all.

In the wedding hall, one by one the corpses are placed together irregularly, their eyes are closed, although their faces are pale, but their demeanor is very peaceful, each corpse has a faint smile on the corner of their mouth, as if they have had a good dream, especially Liu Xi, the smile on the corner of the mouth is so happy (to be continued......