Chapter 17

On the altar, although Kumen had a lot of doubts in his heart, and even felt that something was wrong, he still pressed it down, smiled, and slowly told a story:

"A long time ago. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"My people suddenly met the great change, and the whole tribe migrated, from a distant place, to this barren land, and all the way, when we were looking for a good land, we finally found this place. ”

"However, at this moment, there is an extremely strong demon beast attacking, the demon beast is thousands of miles long, between one sucking, the river enters the abdomen, and the other breathes, and the mountain peaks fall!"

"Moving mountains and reclaiming the sea is omnipotent. ”

"The strong men of our clan stepped forward bravely, but they were all defeated and died in the belly of that demon beast, just when all the ancestors of our clan showed a look of despair. ”

"In the rainy sky, suddenly a pillar of light ran through from the sky to the earth, directly enveloping the demon beast, and I heard the demon beast keep screaming, shrinking and disappearing, and the body finally disappeared into the world. ”

"The ancestors of our clan raised their heads, but they only saw a majestic figure, and they couldn't see their faces, they only felt sacred, and their hearts were broken, and they couldn't help but kneel on the ground one after another. ”

"The gods, as if they had mercy on their ancestors, stayed behind and built houses in this territory to protect our people. ”

"And that day, all those years ago, today!"

Although this is not the first time they have heard it, whenever they hear it, they still can't help but feel a tremble, and their reverence for God is even more fanatical.

But Kumen scoffed at this story and secretly slandered himself

"One breath, the heavens and the earth change?"

If our clan really had a strong man who could compete with it, would it still be able to live to this point? Such a simple story of a three-year-old child, everyone in the audience seemed to be convinced, just like they were watching from the side!

The birthday ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner under the auspices of Kumen.

The sun is getting hotter.

The morning passed.

This morning did not exhaust it, and after a while, it was praying, kneeling and worshipping, and performing rituals, which was extremely cumbersome, which made Kumen secretly decide in his heart that if he encountered too troublesome things in the future, he must avoid them.

Thinking like this, his eyes couldn't help but drift to Yang Fengshen's body, since the beginning of the sacrifice, Yang Fengshen has always been an old god, and he doesn't usually hate him to the bone, and he can't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

In this way, the alarm bell in the heart of the bitter door has been raised, and he has been concentrating on two things, while presiding over the sacrifice, he keeps scanning the places suitable for escape with his eyes.

But he didn't take it seriously in his heart, after all, he thought that he had done it seamlessly, unless Yang Fengshen was so mad that he tore open all his houses, but once he did that, there would be a handle to fall into the hands of Kumen.

It's time for the next ritual.

Standing on the altar, Kumen shouted softly, "Sacrifice!"

Every year's birthday ceremony, the sacrifices are higher than the usual specifications, and the sacrifices of this year's birthday ceremony, Kumen, as a priest, naturally knew it early.

It's ninety-nine newborn babies.

Footsteps continued to sound from behind, and on a path where the crowd was automatically lined up, ninety-nine pairs of parents with lofty faces and children in their hands slowly walked towards the altar.

It's as if they were holding not their own flesh and bones, but something sublime.

Take the ninety-nine full-moon babies, some of them asleep, some of them with wide eyes, as if looking at the world curiously, not knowing what they were going to face.

Kumen looked at these ninety-nine pairs of parents, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his heart, he knew that the existence of these children had been decided since the last birthday ceremony.

Every child is just right today's full moon, without the slightest deviation, and there are even some that must be born in order to ensure that today's full moon, even if it has not been born a month ago.

And like some that are about to be born, they must stick to it until a month ago.

Just thinking about it, Kumen felt helpless, even if he was still a hot-blooded young man, if he went to dissuade him, I am afraid that it was more likely that he would be characterized as a blasphemer, and then beat him to death with a stick and send him out of the wilderness.

Therefore, no matter what Kumen thinks in his heart, his expression has not changed in the slightest, to put it bluntly, it is also someone else's business, it has nothing to do with him, as long as it does not hinder him, he will naturally not do anything useless.

Don't know when.

A huge iron vessel has been placed on the altar, and I didn't pay much attention to it before, but when I look at it now, Kumen can't help but feel a pang in my heart, this huge vessel, looking at it here, is a bit like a "bowl", a huge bowl!

The bitter door is creepy, does this so-called god just treat them as food?! And every so-called "sacrifice" is actually its food!?

Soon.

After the blessing of Kumen, the ninety-nine babies were placed in this huge bowl.

At the time of the blessing, Kumen's voice trembled a few times today, looking at the surprisingly quiet ninety-nine children in the huge bowl, these children were all to be used as sacrifices, so from birth they were all fed by women with milk in the clan, and each one was born white and fat, with bright eyes.

Although the tremor of the voice was only for a moment, the heart of Kumen was not calm!

Yes, he kills ruthlessly, in order to become stronger, he can become vicious, become ferocious, ruthless, and now he is alone, everything just wants to go as he wants, do whatever he wants, and there are no taboos!

He hated Yang Fengshen, so he killed his son, killed his subordinates, and killed thirty-five innocent teenagers in order to protect himself!

But it doesn't mean that he doesn't have a heart, before he was fifteen years old, he was full of a sense of belonging to this clan like other teenagers, and now although he is gone, when he sees these ninety-nine pure and immaculate eyes, when he sees this huge "bowl", his heart still can't help but tremble!

He thought of his kind parents, although he was also disturbed by this faith, but his mother's eyes and smile, his father's strictness, he always kept it in mind, in order to keep him the strongest among the younger generation in the clan, every time, the meat distributed by the family, his parents would leave it for him to eat, and the bitter door would smile every time and say, I have eaten, you eat.

His lovely brother has eyes as bright as these children!

He hated this god!

This is the most damned thing in the entire clan!

From this moment, the smile on the face of the bitter façade was maintained, but in his heart it was like a thousand volcanoes erupting, containing thousands of anger in the world, and the molten slurry erupted:

"Sooner or later, I'm going to let this god taste what it's like to be a sacrifice!"

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