Fang Jun was stunned by the scene in front of him, he had never seen such a battle.

Not far away, the blazing torches surrounded a clearing, and more than a dozen strong men stood next to the torches, holding spears and other cold weapons in their hands, and the figures of the explanation were all naked, their faces were painted with various lines and patterns painted with oil paint, and their eyes looked directly at the only target in the center of the clearing.

In the middle of the clearing, a raised platform was about three or four meters high, and under the ground was a layer of piled up wood supporting the platform above and the gallows tied with a cross, and the gallows was still wrapped with ropes, and the wood was obviously not used once, and then the firelight could clearly see that the color of the wood was decaying, and the remaining blood stains could be faintly seen on it.

The firelight swayed in mid-air, and standing directly opposite him, a crowd of about 100 people all looked silently at the quiet but seemingly imminent wave of waves.

The villagers looked strange and familiar at the same time. There are a few faces Fang Jun feels familiar, although he can't name them, but those who look like Fang Jun can be sure that they are from Liujia Village.

It seems that this is really the gathering place of Liujia Village, however, what are they doing here?

"It's a good show. Shen Ru sneered, although her eyes did not take her eyes off the firelight, her sensitive nerves and vigilant perception still allowed her to discern whether there was a moving attack behind her.

"Here's what it does. ”

"Have you read the book I gave you seriously," Shen Ru was obviously very dissatisfied with Fang Jun's question, and his disdainful eyes once again drifted to Fang Jun's face, "It's a shame that I still worked hard to find you so much information." ”

Fang Jun looked helpless, "You just gave me a few nights, and I'm not a fairy with ten lines at a glance, and that book is almost as thick as the Cambridge History of China in Su Yawen's cabinet, how can you blame me for ......reading it?"

"Come on, excuse," Shen Ru interrupted unceremoniously, his gaze turned back to the gap in the grass again, and he couldn't take his eyes off the empty gaze at the one that was about to happen in the clearing, and whispered, "This is the sacrificial activity of the snake god." ”

"I see, I still have a little impression, I remember ...... in the book"

"Come on, shut up. Shen Ru didn't wait for Fang Jun to finish his words, and didn't give face at all, which made Fang Jun a little embarrassed, and he couldn't help but follow Shen Ru's gaze to look at what happened outside the grass.

Shen Ru looked at it carefully and carefully, and his mouth kept explaining, "The sacrifice of the snake god is a ritual often held by the snake people to provide sacrifices to the snake king, and every snake people's group has its own snake king, and the snake king is the leader of the snake tribe and the ancestor of the snake people, but the life span of the snake king is generally very large, and it may have been replaced several times, after all, the snake is just a beast no matter how long it is, and there is an end to how long it lives." ”

Fang Jun didn't say a word and just nodded, although he was shot mercilessly by Shen Ru, Fang Jun did have a bit of déjà vu with such a sacrifice.

But I didn't see it from the book, this burning gallows, surrounded by a few strong men, seemed to have heard about it from the mouths of some people, but now the time is too tight, and I suddenly let myself think about it, and naturally I can't think of it.

"I want to ......"

"Shh," Fang Jun was about to speak, but Shen Ru hurriedly made a shushing motion, "It's here!"