The sun rose and set, and tonight the moon was faint and the stars were scarce, and the wolf tribe once again lit a bonfire.

The night was pitch black, and the sky and the earth seemed to merge together, forming a black eye. There is no moon in sight, let alone stars, the universe has lost its color, and the hustle and bustle on all sides has returned to silence.

The north wind, blowing in the slightest, waded into the black lake.

Fire is the pupil of this black eye, the soul of this night.

In the firelight, there are hideous totems, shining eyes, and uneasy roars.

In the crowd, the inky black black patterns are connected into pieces, one inch green, three inches green, lone wolf, remnant wolf, frost wolf, howling moon wolf, and Zheng Zheng nine-section bamboo. Under the totem there was a dying madness, mottled ancient books, blood-red light curtains, sacrificial souls, and demon wolves with red eyes, tearing, and roaring.

In solemnity, everything is ready.

Aomine's thin body, tied to the totem pole, with his hands and feet spread out, tied to ropes, at first glance, it seems that he is the one to be sacrificed. However, in order to prevent him from getting lost in the illusion and falling into madness, he can only be tied up.

Glancing at the dense crowd of clansmen in front of him, some of them still had unconcealable sadness in their eyes, and while Qingfeng felt guilty, the determination in his heart became a little heavier.

"Tonight, no matter what difficulties he encounters, he must get through! Otherwise, how can he be worthy of the protection of his clansmen who swear to the death, and how can he let his clansmen continue to sacrifice for him?"

Take a long breath, and my heart is already resolute!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the secluded fence was extremely solemn, just like the tattoo ceremony, but it was a little more solemn between the brows. He stood silently, looking up at the sky from time to time.

There was no sound in the crowd, except for the occasional sound of a campfire, and it was as if it had melted into silence.

Suddenly, Yu Huang lifted his robe, hugged his arms in front of his chest, and half-squatted down.

"Crackle!"

The dry wood exploded, as if a chapter of blood sacrifice had been played.

"Hmm~~ Whew!"

With a sharp shout, Yu Huang shook off his robe and danced violently. I saw his feet moving, his posture swaying, and his movements were full of rugged beauty.

He circled the totem pole, and the air was already tainted with the smell of ritual.

Another week of dancing. The air around the totem pole had begun to stagnate, and it was darker in comparison.

Another week. The air has become as if it has become wriggling water, and people can clearly see the boundary between the small world and the outside world, like a dark black transparent water ball, this collection full of contradictions, makes people's eyes widen.

Another week. There were already fluctuations of energy, and the air like a water balloon began to bubble in a small area, and from the outside, it looked like a three-dimensional lake with water waves.

Another week. The intensity of the energy had begun to affect the outside world, with the totem pole as the center, wave after wave of breeze dispersed in all directions, blowing people's long hair fluttering.

As the festival danced for a week, people seemed to feel more and more strange and powerful about the ritual. Dance without sound gathers unrivaled energy and makes people uneasy.

Finally, Yulian paused, and stood in front of Aomine, with his back to him.

Aomine was tied to the totem pole, only to feel that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, and bursts of roars began to come from his ears inexplicably. It was by no means the roar of the demon wolf, but a voice from the soul, at this moment, his soul seemed to be connected to hell, and the howl of pain came from all directions, echoing in an empty space, so that he didn't know where the sound came from, but the sound was drilling into his head one by one. After a while, he felt dizzy and painful like his head was about to burst.

Strangely, his senses were so acute that he could even see every movement of the grate clearly.

I saw a pause in front of him, with a mountain-like aura condensed on his body, and a momentary pause seemed as if it had stood there for thousands of years.

The seal on his hand, the tattoo book that trapped the demon wolf not far away suddenly shone brightly, and the sound of "hum" was full of explosive energy.

The tattoo book drifted towards the totem pole step by step, and the trapped demon wolf seemed to know its fate, and it slammed left and right more fiercely, and the blood-red light of the illustrated book trembled for bursts, and it hit its head to the point of bleeding, and it was already crazy to the extreme.

The demon wolf roared, towards the crowd beyond the light, towards the grate that suppressed him, towards the green peak of the spirit flesh he craved, and it roared hysterically with every violent collision.

But it didn't work, the illustrated book was far stronger and stronger than everyone imagined, and still depending on the demon wolf, it could only be wrapped in a light mask to move forward.

Until it merges into the ceremonial world. At that moment, Aomine only felt as if the roar in his soul was about to explode, and they frantically responded to the roar of the demon wolf, as if they were about to rush out of Aomine's mind. Around the totem pole, the stagnant water air boiled, and the messy air currents surged in all directions, and even Qingfeng's face was distorted.

The secluded robe fluttered wantonly, and his beard and hair were all open, reflecting his solemn expression.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

The wind howled wildly, swirling into a whirlpool, and the space within a radius of ten meters was already tyrannical to the extreme.

Suddenly, this frenzy was stunned. The right hand of the ghost fence has been raised high, as if it has become the focus of this place, and the vitality in the body is frantically condensed in the past, as if it contains more powerful energy than this space.

The demon wolf was dragged to the totem pole alive, and its huge body covered Aomine.

"Whew~!"

As if feeling the end of the world, in this short pause, the demon wolf finally gave up the struggle, and let out a wail towards Changtian full of desolation and anger.

With this howl, the inky black sky darkened a little.

The vitality of the ghostly arm was condensed to the extreme, and the body suddenly rotated, and the arm slashed over, and even the surrounding air followed this sharpness and poured in.

"Poof~"

A muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh stopped abruptly as the melodious wolf howl stopped, and a huge wolf head fell in the viscous air, in slow motion.

"Huh!"

The blood spurted out.

At that moment, Qingfeng seemed to see an illusory black shadow in front of him, with a hideous face, opening his arms and hugging him. In the next second, warm and bloody blood poured directly from his head, and his whole body was soaked in an instant. The viscous blood, like the water of the river that had burst the embankment, poured into his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, making him feel like he was drowning.

The crowd was stunned.

The demon wolf was beheaded alive by a hand knife in the grate, and the blood gushed out, drowning the totem pole along with Qingfeng, and I don't know what kind of magic was cast, the speed of blood spraying did not slow down at all, and the speed of the three-meter-tall and five-meter-long demon wolf quickly dried up, and it was about to turn into a pair of dry bones, and even the eye sockets were exposed, hideous and terrifying.

The ground was already red, and the blood flowed like a river.

Blood poured on Qingfeng's head in waves, and the screams in his mind overshadowed one wave after another, overlapping and overlapping, as if they were constantly refracted and echoed in the space of his mind, dense and myriad, and it made him have a headache. His body began to twitch, but his senses grew sharper, and he tried to break free from the ropes, to dispel the voice in his head, but his weak body simply did not have enough strength.

Until that moment, the blood of the demon wolf was completely drained, Qingfeng's eyes were clear, every inch of his body could feel the wetness of the blood, and his senses were extremely keen, as if he had entered a subtle world. Time stopped, all the voices in his head stopped, everyone stopped at that moment, even the wind was still.

A black shadow was quietly condensing in the void.

Aomine and Kurokei looked at each other, as if the two of them were the only ones left in the world. Slowly, the black shadow floated towards Aomine, as if it was about to merge into his body.

Is it the devil?

Aomine's mind seemed to freeze at that moment, and only this one thought remained.

At the moment when the black shadow merged into Aomine's body, a terrible alarm sounded in the night sky, which was the last sound Aomine heard.

"The defense !! demon siege is coming!!"

Second uncle, I'm back.