Qiao Xiya turned over and dismounted, took the incense candles prepared by Chu Yun, circled around the sacrificial pit, bowed in the four directions of southeast, south, north, and west, and then lit a stack of yellow table paper and threw it into the air.

Qiao Xiya took the liquor handed by Chu Yun, poured three glasses, and poured them all into the sacrificial pit. Then, she nodded to Mo Haoning, only to see Mo Haoning pull over a prisoner of war who was pushed forward by Youping, and the knife fell in his hand, accompanied by the heart-rending screams of the prisoners, the left hand of the prisoner of war was cut off by Qi Gen and thrown into the sacrificial pit.

The blood that flowed out instantly soaked the original white bones in the sacrificial pit into a blood-red color.

A small black worm the size of a grain of rice crawled out from under the white bones of the forest, and its two short tentacles probed around, and soon, it found its target, and instantly climbed up the severed hand and drilled through the face.

After a while, a second little black worm crawled out from under the white bones of Sen Sen.

Followed by

The third,

Fourth......

In just an instant, hundreds of small black worms gathered, and they quickly wrapped the severed hand in an airtight airtight manner. And the severed hand was also quickly gnawed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a thin skin like a cicada's wings and white bones with dense pits.

"One more." Qiao Xiya looked at the little black worm that was spinning around because there was no food to eat.

Mo Haoning pulled another prisoner of war, his hand fell with a knife, and a severed hand fell into the sacrificial pit. The little black worm instantly covered the severed hand like a tide, and it was devoured in an instant.

"Come again!" Fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of Qiao Xiya's nose. A pair of apricot eyes stared directly at the group of little black insects who seemed to never get enough to eat.

"Whew!" Another severed hand fell into the sacrificial pit amid the screams of the prisoners.

This time, the little black bugs ate faster.

"Come again!" Qiao Xiya's voice trembled slightly.

"Pop!" Before the severed hand fell, a little black worm that couldn't wait jumped up and pounced.

Looking at the wolf-like little black worm in the sacrificial pit, Qiao Xiya's breathing became more and more rapid.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

As the little black worm ate faster and faster, Qiao Xiya's brows became more and more wrinkled.

Finally, the severed hand of the eighth prisoner of war was gnawed into white bones before it fell, and the severed hand, covered with gnawing marks, fell on the white bones, making a chilling sound.

"What should I do?" Mo Haoning asked in a low voice. His hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

"Lord, cut me!" There was a voice behind Mo Haoning that was not big or small, and it was even mixed with a trembling voice. Looking back, it was Tian Lao Wu who had boosted morale just now.

"No, you're a soldier, how are you going to fight without hands?" Mo Haoning didn't think about it and rejected him decisively.

"Lord Wang," Tian Lao Wu was a little anxious, "This is the battlefield, in order to completely get rid of these damn insects among the brothers, even if my life is gone, it will be worth it!" As he spoke, he stretched out his head to look at the restless little black worm in the sacrificial pit, and resolutely said, "It's too late, Lord Wang, let's do it!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, as Tian Laowu's words landed, Qiao Xiya only felt that the fog around her was thicker, and she could barely see Mo Haoning next to her. Not only that, but the chill that drilled into the bones along the hairs seemed to be a little aggravated.

"That's enough!" Just when Mo Haoning hesitated, a woman's voice broke through the air, and as the woman's voice landed, the little black worms in the sacrificial pit seemed to have seen something terrible.

"What the hell do you have to do to give up?" A jade foot with a small golden bell tied with a red thread on one ankle emerged from the thick fog, and under this pair of mouth-watering jade feet, there was a thousand-legged worm with a head the size of a millstone.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the figures of the Stygian Millipede and the woman gradually became clear. And I saw that the woman was born

Fine skin and tender meat, willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, cherry mouth, and a small red mole between the eyebrows.

"You almost wiped us out, why are you here again today?" The woman's eyes were full of tears, but her voice was full of anger and sadness, "I beg you, please go......

The woman's crying made Qiao Xiya and the others stunned in place.

"What are you talking about, girl?" Qiao Xiya boldly raised her head and met the woman's phoenix eyes.

"Don't you understand what you're saying?" The woman touched a handful of tears, and there was undisguised anger in her tone, "You, you sacrificed a living person and brought out the Worm King, I thought you just wanted the Worm King to satisfy one of your greedy desires, but I didn't want you to let the Worm King take you into our tribe, and almost slaughtered our people, but now you come back pretending not to know anything!" Do not deceive others too much." The woman's crying roar frightened Qiao Xiya.

From the woman's cry, Qiao Xiya understood that the wish made by the person who sacrificed was to enter the tribe of the Worm King. When the Worm King received the sacrifice, he couldn't refuse, but what the Worm King didn't expect was that this person would actually bring ruin to his clan.

Qiao Xiya pulled Mo Changhong and Mo Haoning on the side, pretended to be calm and looked at the woman standing on the head of the worm, and said in a deep voice, "You can see clearly, but these two people broke into your clan and slaughtered your clan!"

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" As soon as Qiao Xiya's words fell, an old voice came from the thick fog, and if you listened carefully, under the old voice, there was a rustling sound that seemed to make people's scalp tingle. br>

"Your Highness, rest your anger!" When the mist cleared a few minutes, the head of another millstone-sized Stygian Flower Millipede poked out, and its slender whiskers swayed from side to side, making people uncomfortable. Sitting on the head of the insect was a sickly old man with crane hair and a childish face, and this old man's face was full of restrained sadness, "Your Highness is angry."

"Uncle Bug, why are you here?" The woman was stunned for a moment, and although her face was displeased, she still suppressed the anger and resentment in the sky.

"If the old man doesn't come again, I'm afraid that His Royal Highness will cause trouble." The old man sighed softly.

"Have you forgotten how these people slaughtered my people?" The woman's willow eyebrows were upside down and she asked sharply.

"I haven't forgotten it, and I won't forget it." His gaze dimmed, and he paused, "But it's not them who slaughter the people."

"Hmph." The woman snorted coldly, "They're all raccoon dogs! I only hate myself for being two years late, otherwise I would have let them bury their dead people!"