The best way to avoid a tiger is not to compete with a tiger for speed.

Instead, burrow into the herd of wild boars next to it.

The four of us have been fighting together for a while, and it goes without saying that we have a tacit understanding.

After a look, the fat man understood and rushed into the crowd with a kick.

After I came to break it, I sprinkled a handful of talismans at the same time.

I also ran towards the place where the crowd was most dense.

These grandsons sent us here to be sacrificed alive, and it was clear that they wanted us to die.

I don't want to care if they live or die, and even say that the more they die, the happier I am.

But as I ran, I realized that something was wrong.

Just then the fat man ran to me.

"Brother Li, why didn't you hear the screams?" The fat man turned his face to look at me.

This phrase woke me up.

yes, what about the screams?

I quickly turned my face to look, and I couldn't help but tremble in the bottom of my heart.

I saw that the old man with white eyes was passing through the crowd a few points faster than us, referring only to the four of us.

He didn't attack a single person along the way.

The lifeless eyes, without pupils, locked on us, as if we were his only prey.

The fat man sensed the clue, and his steps were a little faster.

"Brother Li, what are you doing with us?"

The fat man was already limping, and this run for his life was very funny.

I turned my face to look at the fat man, and suddenly I understood what was going on.

"I thought it was a living sacrifice, but it turned out to be a child sacrifice!"

"Fatty, our clothes are sewn from children's clothes."

"The boy sacrifices to the yin, these grandsons are determined to feed us to that thing."

The fat man was stunned.

It seems that he didn't understand the difference between the living sacrifice and the boy sacrifice, but he still scolded.

"This group of grandsons is really vicious, Brother Li, do you have a way?"

Way? I don't have time to figure it out right now.

The group of grandsons in the fat man's mouth had already come back to their senses at this time.

And joined the team that chased us.

The bright machete was pulled out with a cold light.

The words in the mouths of these people are extremely vicious.

"Catch them, catch them."

In the roar, several people stood in front of us.

The fat man shouted angrily, then rushed up and smashed into the crowd.

I followed and dragged the fat man up.

The man behind him raised his machete and got up behind our backs.

Suddenly, he was stopped by someone else.

"Don't kill them, the sacrifice needs a living thing, just cut off the leg."

Chop off your legs? Co-authoring: Are we really chickens who are powerless?

Since you treat me as fodder, then I won't be polite to you.

"Fatty, help me get in the way."

As my words fell, the fat man suddenly stopped his body, turned around and kicked out.

The fat man's feet sank vigorously, and three or four villagers were kicked to the ground by him.

I didn't have time to look at the villagers, I only had the old man with no eyes in my eyes.

The hand is printed and knotted, and the yellow paper is spread out in the palm of the hand.

A bite of the fingertips, with the essence of blood as ink, with the finger as the pen.

"The gods of heaven and earth, the spirit of the four directions ......"

As the last word of my incantation was uttered, the old man burst out in front of me.

He was no more than three feet away from my neck.

"Note!"

With a roar of rage, I put the talisman on his head before he could bite it down.

Suddenly, the wind blew violently, and a gust of wind whistled through the back.

At the same time, countless yin qi gathered like a flood bursting its banks.

The talisman on the old man's head is the whirlpool of eyes, and the yin qi is constantly poured into it.

Gradually, an eye formed at the center of the old man's eyebrows.

The four sides are injected, and the eyes of the corpse have been opened.

I hurriedly retreated with the fat man to a relatively safe distance.

The fat man looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Brother Li, that's it?"

My eyes narrowed slightly.

"These grandsons used us to engage in child sacrifices, and they were unkind first, so don't blame me for being unjust.

"Call Li Si and them over to watch the show!"

As my words fell, there were screams, wails, and screams in an instant.

The stump and broken arm flew sideways, and blood splattered everywhere.

The scene in front of me is as if I have come to hell.

The old man standing in the crowd was like a tiger in a flock of sheep.

The fangs and claws kept tearing the surrounding villagers like lambs to pieces.

Those who were close didn't even have time to escape.

Far away, their legs kept trembling, and only a few people remembered the word escape.

I grabbed a man who ran away in our direction.

"Grandson, are you scared now?" I looked at his face with interest.

There was no blood on this man's face, and I could still smell a foul smell.

Presumably he has already peed his pants.

"What the hell is going on with the old man?" I pointed to the old man who was still slaughtering not far away.

"He, he, he, he, he's the corpse immortal we worship!"

The man's legs kept shaking as he spoke, and I felt like if I let go of my hand, he would immediately go limp to the ground.

But I'm not done with my questions, so I can't let him go.

"Is this a virtue for the corpse fairy?"

As the words fell, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"What was his identity when he was alive?"

Hearing my question, the villagers immediately answered.

"When he was alive, he was a warlock here for us, who could divinate bad fortune and draw talismans to avoid disasters."

"What we do now is what he explained when he was alive."

"As long as the hundred-year sacrifice is completed, it is said that the feng shui pattern of Yong'an City can be replaced, and then we can ensure the eternal peace of Yong'an City."

"It's now in its thirtieth year."

It's 30 years?

It suddenly dawned on me what it was all about.

The fat men looked at me blankly.

"Brother Li, what's the situation? What a centennial sacrifice? ”

"There are some scheming warlocks among the people, who are bent on seeking money and interests on weekdays, greedy for glory and wealth."

"After death, you will not attain the Tao and attain the right fruits."

"If you can't achieve the right result, you will go through reincarnation, and this group of people is afraid of reincarnation and is reluctant to enjoy everything in life."

"So after death, the seven spirits will be sealed in the body, and the incense sacrifice will be offered to protect the soul."

Ordinary greedy warlocks have only come to this point.

But there is also a small number of warlocks who have lost their conscience, and will choose to sacrifice and worship.

Under the cannibal flesh sacrifice, the corpse will continue to cultivate.

After 30 years of worship, you can move freely.

After 60 years of worship, you can be reborn as a human being, and after 100 years of worship.

became the first corpse fairy in the mouth of the villager.

I've seen this kind of corpse in the Three Corpses Sutra before.

They are called incense offerings to corpses.