I saw the leader of this team of people holding up the black wind chimes and shaking slowly, the sound of the jingle bell sounded gently, slowly swinging in the heavens and the earth, and at the moment of shaking the wind chimes, the black wind chimes at the door of every household in the whole village also shook, and the sound shook people's hearts, as if there was some kind of magic in general, so that people couldn't help but be fascinated, and the shaking black wind chimes slowly floated black mist, and gradually, the sound became louder and louder. When the voice sounded, I saw that the whole village walked out of their homes like walking corpses, and their expressions were dull, as if they were dead corpses.

One by one, the villagers stood in an orderly manner and walked towards the square in the middle of the village.

Although there was a square in the center, in the center of the square was a huge altar, and around the altar was carved some unknown creature, which was glaring at each other, with two strange horns on the top of its head, a face like a devil, and sharp fangs that resembled a demon. In the center of the altar is a huge round stone table, I don't know what it does, in addition, the surface of the altar is also engraved with some strange words, obscure.

I saw the villagers standing next to each other around the altar, and the leader of the black wind chimes slowly stepped onto the altar with the support of everyone, stayed in the middle of the altar, and suddenly stopped shaking the wind chimes, and then the villagers came to their senses one after another.

When everyone woke up and saw the figure of the black-robed man, they all immediately bowed down and shouted, "Welcome to the arrival of the messenger!" The faces of the villagers were full of fanatical worship.

"Alright, excuse me!" said the black-clothed messenger lightly. "This time, the envoy came to inspect the day in advance, to see if you are ready for tomorrow's Heavenly Blessing Festival. ”

"Honorable Envoy, please rest assured that the sacrifice is ready, and tomorrow will surely satisfy the Envoy!" said the Whitebeard Village Chief to the envoy with some sincere trepidation.

At this time, the black-clothed messenger suddenly noticed that there was a person in the villagers with a very bad face, and this person was Hu Li.

"Who is that?" asked the black-clothed messenger as he pointed to Hu Li and looked at the whitebeard village chief in front of him.

"My lord, that's Hu Li, there seems to be something wrong with her family. The whitebeard village chief replied tremblingly.

"Oh?" the black-clothed messenger asked lightly, "What's the problem?" ”

The white-bearded village chief told the black-clothed envoy about what happened in Hu Li's house yesterday, and the black-clothed envoy was wearing a mask and couldn't see the specific expression, but the faint coercion had been released involuntarily, and the pressure made it a little difficult for everyone to breathe.

"Bring her here. The black-clothed envoy only said lightly, and then the two black-clothed men beside him immediately walked up to Hu Li and brought the pale Hu Li to the black-clothed envoy.

"Get on your knees. The black-clothed messenger said lightly, and then a black gas came out of his body and rushed towards Hu Li, rushing into Hu Li's body fiercely, and before Hu Li could react, he felt a pressure like a huge mountain acting on him, and was forced to kneel on the ground. After Hu Li knelt down, he only felt a breath constantly rushing in his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and sprinkled on the altar, only to see that the altar suddenly glowed, and then the blood that fell on the altar slowly seeped into the altar and disappeared.

Hu Li's breath was sluggish, her body curled up on the ground, and a cry of pain rang out, resounding throughout the square, and all the villagers felt a deep fear of the black-clothed messenger from their hearts, for fear that they would also anger the black-clothed messenger like Hu Li.

Hu Li only felt that life was worse than death at the moment, like hundreds of millions of ants gnawing on their own flesh and blood, Hu Li screamed wildly, but the black-clothed messenger was always calm and consistent, without a trace of waves.

After another minute, just as Hu Li was about to faint, the black-clothed envoy suddenly raised his hand and made a move, and a wisp of black qi drilled out of Hu Li's body and returned to the black-clothed envoy's body.

Hu Li fell to the ground at this moment, her body like a puddle of mud.

"Losing the sacrifice on the eve of the Heavenly Gift is a little punishment for you, and if you can't get the sacrifice together today, then you can be the sacrifice yourself. The black-clothed messenger looked at Hu Li, who was dying on the ground, and said indifferently.

Hu Li paused for a moment, then propped herself up slightly, bringing herself to her knees facing the black-clothed messenger. A figure flashed in her mind just now, it was none other than Ye Zihan.

"Rest assured, Honorable Emissary, I have prepared a spare offering, which is now locked up in the basement. Hu Li said tremblingly with a frightened tone. The feeling that life was worse than death just now made her unforgettable for the rest of her life, she felt as if she had walked through a ghost gate, that feeling made her feel deep fear, as if she was suffocating in horror, the destruction of body and mind by that force, so desperate that she could not resist.

The black-clothed envoy was a little surprised, but he did not have a trace of remorse for punishing Hu Li, this kind of ordinary man who was like an ant at the bottom, killing him like slaughtering a dog, he would not have a trace of mercy.

"Bring him in, and the envoy will see it himself. The black-clad messenger ordered.

Hu Li turned her head and looked at the four of them with difficulty, it was Hu Dabao and his party. Hu Dabao understood, and led the other three to run home quickly.

At the same time, a man was unconscious beside the riverbank, and it happened that two people were passing by.

"Is there a man lying there?" asked one of them to the other.

"Go over and see. The other returned.

The two approached and found that it was indeed a person, and they actually knew this person, it was Zhao Qi, who had disappeared for many days! Zhao Qi was a member of the Nine Dragons Village in the mountains with them!

Seeing this, the two immediately picked up Zhao Qi and rushed back to Jiulong Village, and after returning to Jiulong Village, they immediately found a doctor to treat them. After a while, weak, but he had more important things, and that was revenge. Zhao Qi struggled to prop up his fragile body, and the two of them hurriedly rushed into the house when they heard that Zhao Qi had woken up.

"Zhao Qi, how is your health? Also, where have you been these days, we have been looking for you for so many days but there is no news at all. One of them asked.

"I was caught. Zhao Qi said gloomily.

"Who dares to arrest my people from Jiulong Village?" At this time, an angry roar suddenly sounded outside the door. A burly middle-aged man entered the room, only to see that this person was carrying a wide knife behind him, with a hideous scar on his face, and on either side of it stood two people, one of whom was covered and could not see his face clearly, and he also had a hat on his head, which looked extremely mysterious, and the other person carried a spear behind him, wearing armor, and his face was cold and unkind.

When Zhao Qi saw the arrival of the three of them, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, so he stood up with difficulty and saluted slightly: "The master of the big village, the master of the second village, the master of the third village, thank you for your trouble." The rest of the people didn't dare to slack off when they saw these three people, after all, these three people were the heavens of this Nine Dragons Village.

Seeing that Zhao Qi saluted with an injury, the lord of the village said: "Zhao Qi, you don't have to salute if you have an injury, you just said that someone arrested you, what is going on?" The other two village owners did not speak, but their meaning was undoubtedly the same as that of the big village master.

Zhao Qi told his own experience.

"I was on patrol that day, and when I passed by a brook, I saw a woman, and she was a little pretentious, and I had a little bad intentions, and she was very obedient, and I thought she would be restrained, but she secretly poisoned me, and I fell unconscious, and when I woke up, I found myself tied up......"

Zhao Qi said slowly, "That village is a devil's lair!" Zhao Qi informed the owner of the village of all the crimes and customs committed by the village.

After hearing this, the master of Dazhai said: "Zhao Qi, this matter is indeed your fault first, if you didn't make a mistake at that time, so many things would not have happened." “

"Yes, Zhao Qi knows that he is wrong. Zhao Qi lowered his head and said. Although he said this, Zhao Qi had already hated the village in his heart, if it wasn't for that little ghost to let him escape, he would never have a chance to see the light of day again, what happened in the basement, he remembered it very deeply, because it was even more cruel than murder.

He hated everyone in the village, even Hu Xiaobao, who saved him, he thought that the little ghost was just seeing himself pitiful, and he let him go just to trick him!

"But no matter what, no one should arrest my people from Jiulong Village! since the village itself is also full of sin, there is no need for it to exist!" said the lord of the village angrily.

"Second, third, you immediately rectify five hundred people and go down the mountain with me!"

"Yes, big brother. The two of them responded in unison, turned around and went out.

Soon after, after the five hundred men and horses were reorganized, the lord of the village walked to the mountain gate and turned over his horse and shouted: "Everyone, go down the mountain with me, and move the people of my Jiulong Village will pay the price of blood!"

Kill, kill, kill! Everyone shouted in unison. After shouting, he rushed to the village below the mountain.

At this moment, Ye Zihan was still in a coma. Hu Dabao and the others brought it to the black-clothed messenger. When the black-clothed envoy saw Ye Zihan, his eyes suddenly released a trace of essence, and he could feel that there was a mysterious power in Ye Zihan's body, which made him salivate. The black-clothed envoy remained silent on the surface, and just said to Hu Li and the others: "Well, the sacrifice is not bad, you must take strict care of it, and there can be no more accidents!"

Hu Li was overjoyed, "Yes, Lord Messenger, don't worry, there will be no more accidents this time!" Hu Li said confidently.

The black-clothed messenger nodded and looked at everyone and said solemnly: "Tomorrow is the Heavenly Gift Festival of this month, and there must be no accidents with the sacrifices! ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but shiver, and hurriedly promised that there would be no accidents. The black-clothed messenger nodded in satisfaction, stepped off the altar, and left in the crowd of people.

After the villagers sent the messenger away, they dispersed in a hurry, Hu Li's face was extremely gloomy, Hu Dabao and others did not dare to say more, and carried Ye Zihan to their homes.

When Hu Li and his party returned home, the sound of horses' hooves sounded faintly, but no one noticed that the sky was getting dark, and the moon was looming, but the moonlight seemed to have a light blood red, which seemed to indicate that tonight was destined to be a crazy night.