Brain supplement is brain supplement, Chuan Yun didn't dare to bet on that one in a billion, and after knowing that something was wrong with the center of the village, he still chose to go to that place without hesitation.

She found Bai Saburo's small back basket and the gold medal that never left her at the entrance of the village, but she didn't see him, which showed that something had happened to him.

Putting the gold medal and the small back basket into his small space, Chuan Yun's heart began to burn.

There was an unusual aura everywhere in the village, and resentment flowed overhead, obscuring most of the light, causing the entire village to dim in light.

The more she took a step forward, the more solemn her heart became, and she subconsciously told her that she couldn't go any further, and there was danger ahead.

The danger is fatal.

But she couldn't stop, thinking of Bai Saburo's thin shoulders, immature face, and resolute eyes, all of which reminded her that he was just a child.

However, such a child stubbornly does not shed a single tear in front of others when he experiences the slaughter of his family and the death of his relatives, and only dares to vent his resentment and tears wet his clothes every midnight dream.

It's so distressing.

That's why she withdrew her paws that had already stepped out of the field that night, thinking of accompanying him for a while, which was her compromise with his tears.

Chuan Yun knew that if she chose to save him, she might regret it for a while, but if she didn't save him, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Bai Saburo is different to her after all, she is the first person who comes to this world to be kind to her without asking for anything in return, and the first person who says she wants to be friends with her.

Besides, she couldn't turn back now, and now behind her, the way she came had disappeared the moment she stepped into the village, leaving only a thick white mist.

Like the scene in the nightmare, there was a dead silence.

There are always some people, and some things are more important than immortality and immortality at a specific time.

Rhubarb made a small "whining" sound in his throat, which showed the fear in his heart, but for the sake of his master, he did not take a step back, and still walked forward firmly.

With Doudou here, the owner will definitely be fine.

Sensing Rhubarb's fear, Kawayun kept patting its head with his paws in an attempt to appease it.

Ever since it had gained its intelligence, it seemed to have become less and less bold.

A 'man' and a dog soon approached the center of the village, and sure enough, all the people in the village gathered here, about a hundred people, all gathered in an orderly manner under a similar altar.

The altar is located under a huge dragon's blood tree, and the body of the tree is more than ten meters high. The main trunk is unusually thick, with a diameter of more than one meter, and the upper part of the tree is multi-branched, and the tree is Y-shaped, like a sharp long sword densely inserted upside down at the top of the branch. The leaves are white, bearing yellowish-orange berries.

On the altar, a gray-haired woman dressed in a black robe and a black hood partially concealed her white hair, I saw her holding a deadwood scepter in her hand, standing upright in front of a desk full of sacrificial supplies, her chapped lips closed one by one, as if she was muttering something.

She looked to be in her thirties, her eyelashes were as white as snow like her eyebrows, and her vision was very impactful at a glance.

The people below the altar were all religious, with their palms facing the sky, kneeling above the altar and bowing their heads, as if praying for the gods.

Chuan Yun recognized at a glance the old man who had coaxed Bai Saburo in the crowd, as well as the other two middle-aged men, only to see them kneeling on the ground like everyone else, their eyes closed, and kowtowing to the altar with a reverent face.

There are red silk hanging on the branches, and copper bells are hung on the red silk, which sound without wind, like a chant from ancient times.

It was obvious that they were performing a very old sacrificial ritual, and if it weren't for the heavy resentment hovering over the dragon's blood tree, Chuan Yun would have thought that this was just an ordinary sacrifice by the villagers.

She glanced around, but she didn't find any trace of Bai Saburo, and she had a bad premonition in her heart, since these people were sacrificing, it meant that there must be sacrifices.

There is a good chance that Hakusaburo will ...... That's the sacrifice.

Chuan Yun didn't dare to imagine what would happen if the sacrifice was completed, she only knew that if the sacrifice was completed, Bai Saburo would definitely be gone.

She was going to interrupt the sacrifice.

Anger rose for a while, Chuan Yun directly pointed to the direction of the altar, and when Rhubarb saw this, he jumped out like a sharp arrow without hesitation and jumped on the altar.

Before everyone had time to react, Rhubarb directly mixed up the things on the altar into a mess, and finally overturned the desk, and incense ash and rune paper flew all over the sky.

And Chuan Yun jumped down from Rhubarb's head, pounced on the woman's hand, and with a paw, the woman's hand subconsciously loosened, and the dead wood scepter fell to the ground and broke into two, and her white wrist as white as snow also gurgled out liquid, but it was not bright red, but milky white.

Milky ...... Blood!

Is this still a normal person?

Chuan Yun hurriedly jumped to the ground, and the matter seemed to be trickier and more complicated than she imagined.

The woman screamed in pain, saw that her wrist was bleeding, and hurriedly covered it with her other hand, looked at Chuan Yun who fell to the ground with a hideous expression, gritted her teeth and said: "Little thing, you dare to hurt me, I want you to die." ”

After finishing speaking, he rushed towards Chuanyun.

When the villagers came to their senses and saw that the altar had been disturbed by a dog and a tortoise, they were immediately annoyed and angry, and they all shouted, "Hurry, get rid of them," and then everyone rushed up and jumped on the altar and began to drive them away.

They were all elderly, both male and female, probably over forty years old, with a somewhat sluggish reflexes and little flexibility in their movements.

Chuan Yun and Rhubarb kept dodging on the altar, and they could easily avoid capture.

Soon, the skin of the woman scratched by the piercing clouds began to slack at a speed visible to the naked eye, wrinkles on her face gradually appeared, and her silky white hair became dry and frizzy.

Feeling the change in her skin, the woman didn't care about continuing to catch Chuanyun, and hurriedly covered her face with her hands. When he saw his hair getting duller and duller, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he screamed wildly, mixed with horror.

The wound on the woman's wrist couldn't be stopped, and milky white blood was still dripping downward.

Seeing this, the others stopped moving.

Some of them were accidentally injured by their companions on the way to capture the fleeing Chuanyun and Rhubarb, and some were scratched by Rhubarb's teeth, and without exception, they began to bleed milky white blood, and their skin gradually became wrinkled.

The villagers began to panic, and both injured and uninjured fell to their knees, constantly kowtowing to the dragon's blood tree above their heads, begging the gods not to take back their gifts and to grant them eternal life.

Chuan Yun and Rhubarb, who had already fled off the altar, stopped, and looking at everyone's movements, Chuan Yun's heart was shocked.

Their vitality is losing as their blood passes, and they grow old, and their wounds don't heal on their own, like porcelain dolls.

Why did the people of this village become like this?