The thunder thunderclapped, deafening.

Everyone stared at the sky, hoping for a pouring rain. However, the thunder was dense and loud, but not a drop of rain fell. Yan Du saw that the dark clouds didn't seem to be as thick as before, and couldn't help but run to Liu Yunxiang's side in small steps.

"Is it really raining today?" He asked in a whisper.

Liu Yunxiang exhaled, "I don't know." ”

"If it doesn't rain......"

"Panlong City is in chaos."

The couple looked at the Hongxun who was still holding the peachwood sword, and then looked at the sky, although their faces were calm, they had already begun to find a way to remedy it.

While the two of them were racking their brains, there was another loud bang, as if splitting the sky, and everyone was startled, and then the raindrops of beans fell.

Before the people could react, the rain was already crackling and falling more and more urgently.

"It's raining ......"

"It's really raining!"

"The crops are saved! All of us in Panlong City are saved! ”

The people cheered, and the rain was so urgent, and they didn't say anything about finding a place to hide from the rain.

Yan Du pulled Liu Yunxiang to hide under the makeshift shed, looked at the saintess through the rain curtain, and saw that she was already sitting on the ground because of the rain, and it really seemed that her faith had collapsed. Not to mention those white robes and gray robes, they joined the Witch God Cult because they sincerely believed in the Witch God.

The heavy rain told them that there was no such thing as a witch god at all.

A sacrifice turned into a murder.

Panlong City Mansion, Yan Duan sat in the main hall, and Liu Yunxiang sat on one side.

The holy woman and several white robes of the Witch God Cult knelt on the ground, and many people were gathered outside, many of whose children had become offerings to the witch gods.

The Witch God Cult arose thirty years ago, founded by a few witches, but the real rapid development and the large number of believers was five years ago, and this time is the time when the current saint joined the witch God Cult.

"Holy Maiden of the Witch God Sect, heh, you are indeed very good at developing the little-known Little Witch God Sect to the scale it has reached today." Yan Du looked at the lying saint and said coldly.

The saint was still stunned, as if the three souls and six spirits had not gathered.

"Take off your veil, what is your name, and tell me honestly!" Yan Du snorted.

The saint came back to her senses at this moment, raised her eyes to look at Yan Dui, and slowly took off her veil under his forced gaze. And as the veil fell, everyone gasped after seeing the face of the saint.

Her face was burned, and there was a large scar on the left side of her face from the cheekbone to the corner of her mouth, so that her mouth was deformed.

"The little girl's surname is He, and her name is Qiu'er." The saint said a little sluggishly.

"He Qiu'er, you built a temple for the witch god, cast a statue, wrote the Bible, established a doctrine, recruited disciples, and led them to do penance, it can be said that this witch god was created by you, this king said so, there is nothing wrong, right?"

He Qiu'er laughed, "It seems right to say this." ”

"Then the king asks you again, do you really believe in the witch god you created?"

"Believe, she is the supreme God."

Yan Du squinted, "You imagined a god, and then you realized that she really exists?" ”

"Buddha, Emperor Sanqing, they can exist, why can't the witch gods?"

Yan Du snorted, "Then why did you create such a god, why did you sacrifice with the blood of a living person?" ”

He Qiu'er knelt on the ground, her hair was already messy, and the rain fell from the ends of her hair, converging into a small pool of water below. She was like this, and suddenly laughed after a long time.

"As long as there are enough believers and enough piety, then we can create a god out of thin air. This God loves the world, this man teaches people to do good, and this God will protect her followers. I'm not wrong, it's you who are wrong, it's you who destroyed this god. ”

He Qiu'er raised her head sharply and glared at Yan Dui.

"You've killed someone! If this king does not stop it, the lives of thirty children will be lost at your hands! Yan Du slapped the shocked wood, so that He Qiu'er came back to her senses from her crazy state, and saw clearly that this was a public court, "Honestly confess your crimes!" ”

He Qiu'er lowered her eyes, and her hand slowly stroked the scar on the left side of her face, "Sacrificing with the blood of a living person is not a rule I have set, it is a previous rule of the Witch God Sect. And I, too, was an offering. ”

"You were also an offering?"

"When I was a child, my brother was sick, a very serious illness, and the doctor said there was no cure. My mother tried to seek medical treatment everywhere to no avail, and then she found a witch from the Witch God Sect to treat my brother, and spent all her family savings to buy a home remedies. That home remedy needs a medicine primer, that is, the blood of brothers and sisters as a medicine primer. This is clearly a lie, but my father and mother believed me, so they locked me up and took blood from me every day. One year, I was locked up like this for a year, and by the end I was extremely weak. But my brother's illness did not get better, but worsened, and my father and mother went to the witch of the witch god cult, and the witch said that if they were willing to make offerings to the witch god, the witch god would save their son. ”

When Liu Yunxiang heard this, he had already guessed what was going to happen next, and couldn't help but sigh.

"In their hearts, I am naturally inferior to my younger brother, knowing that if I am sent to the Witch God Cult, I will be bled to death, but they still sent me away. They also said that it was for my good, that I would become a god when I died. I asked them why they didn't send my brother as an offering so that he would become a god too. Oh, they said they just wanted their brother to grow up healthy and be by their side. But in fact, they were suspicious of this witch god, but even if there was only a glimmer of hope, they sent me away. When I left the house, I took a short knife into my arms, and when the witches tried to bleed me, I broke free and killed them. ”

"After that, I proclaimed myself the Holy Maiden of the Witch God Cult and began to recruit believers, and the Witch God Cult has developed under my leadership so far, and it is no longer a ninth-rate cult in the past."

Liu Yunxiang looked at the woman kneeling in the lobby, how desperate she must have been when she was sent by her parents as an offering, and how scared she was when she killed those witches.

"You can do away with the rule of sacrificing in the blood of the living." Liu Yunxiang said.

He Qiu'er looked at Liu Yunxiang and sneered, "In the past twenty years, do you know who the people are who are used as offerings?" ”

"Who?"

"Woman."

Liu Yunxiang pursed his lips, because of the envelope of the so-called witch god, the men who sought health, wealth, and career sent women as offerings.

"So I want to make offerings to men, and boys, and I want their parents to be sad, and I want them to grow up and oppress women."

Hearing He Qiu'er's words, the people outside blew up and scolded her angrily.

"You poisonous woman, return my son!"

"Give me back my grandson!"

"You're a murderer, big devil!"