It was late at night, and snoring was everywhere in the inn. Crimson in her original form paced up and down the stables, but could not sleep. The soldier's warning kept him suspicious. The main street is still bustling with activity. At this time, the altar had gathered almost most of the local residents.

The drums beat and the ritual began.

The six monks stood in the center of the altar, only to see them chanting words in their mouths, and in an instant, they saw a flame soaring into the sky, straight into the sky!

Crimson saw this strange sight, and hurriedly turned into a human form and went out to find out.

When Crimson arrived, a figure appeared faintly at the intersection of the firelight.

"God has come!" the people around Crimson shouted excitedly.

Crimson raised her head and looked up.

Gradually, the god descended, dark blue hair, and the robes behind him swaying.

"Have you brought this year's sacrifice?" the god asked directly.

"It's sent, it's sent. A monk approached, smiling all over his face, as he beckoned someone to lift the cage up. "This year...... Still two young children. ”

Living sacrifice!Red heart trembled.

The cage cloth was slowly lifted, and it was really two children of five or six years old, both of them were teary-eyed, and their bodies were curled up in fear.

"Good. The so-called god smiled, lifted the cage and prepared to leave.

A ball of flame rushed towards the god, and Crimson immediately leaped forward: "Stay!"

"As a god, it is really corrupt to accept children as tribute!"

"God" looked at the young man in red clothes, and his expression became disdainful: "What? ”

Crimson raised an eyebrow: "Really?"

The "god" suddenly frowned slightly, and looked at the red thoughtfully. His eyes suddenly became slightly nervous, and he threw the cage back to Crimson.

"Well, since you're going to be a hero, let you be enough. Only next time, it won't be so lucky. ”

Gradually, he flew into the sky, with an unpredictable smile on his face, and then disappeared into the endless night sky.

Crimson just breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt a burst of powerful killing intent from behind!

It's those six monks!

"Ah, although Lord Mosquito let you go, but we are not so easy to dismiss. One of the monks said with a hideous face.

"You ......" Crimson tossed the cage to the crowd below, turning back to face them.

"Do you want to fight here?"

"Of course. "Every word they say, every word, is terrifying and chilling—

This is not the breath that people should have!