"What do you say? you say again?" asked the child-like man, surprised. Because he was so surprised, he probably forgot to ask the woman why she came here, and in the eyes of the villagers, the woman slowly became silent, and went to the river every day to wait. Because before the woman's partner left, she was a very kind person who was very enthusiastic and helpful, so everyone did not blame her openly later. I just think she's pitiful, just as pitiful as this village.

She didn't repeat what she had just said, but continued: "If you want to save that child, I have a way. ”

"What's the solution, you say?" asked the child-like man, who had been good friends before, and now that she had become like this, she hadn't spoken to each other for a long time, but once they had communicated, they were still so familiar.

She also quickly replied, "It is to use the Lethe River water as a guide to transfer the child's blood imprint to the people in the village." ”

"Then transfer it to me! I hurt the child, so I should give it to me," Yang Fei hurriedly said.

"No, the blood mark on his body is extremely special, it can't be transferred to one person, he will not be able to bear it and go crazy, and he must be distributed to many people. ”

The woman's words extinguished the idea that he wanted to bear it alone.

"When you are ready, go to the altar by the river in the afternoon, and I will save him," said the woman, as if she was leaving.

The grandfather and grandson who listened to the whole process had a sad face, and asked the whole village to share Lingfan's blood mark, he couldn't help it, and at the same time, he didn't know whether this woman's words should be believed.

"Baixia, the people in the village have never blamed you. The child-like man said, as soon as he finished speaking, Baixia turned around, and with a touched look in her eyes, she said "It's okay" and left.

As soon as she left, the old man said after a moment of ideological struggle: "Baiyang, I can't let the whole village take risks for me, the blood mark is already a nightmare for the villagers, and this nightmare can't be deepened." ”

Baiyang and Baixia turned out to be brother and sister, and Yang Fei and Tang Xiaolan were also surprised.

"Old head of the regiment, you come to the village to perform every year, you don't take a penny, bring us happiness, you are in trouble, how can the people in the village bear to do nothing, you wait, I will go to the villagers to discuss immediately, Lingfan will definitely be saved." As he spoke, he ran outside, and the old artist wanted to hold him, but was stopped by Yang Fei.

He also looked at him with a serious face, "Old Leader, if you don't let us save us, you just want us to fall into an unkind and unjust situation." ”

said that Baiyang had already gone away.

The altar in the village was originally worshiped by people in the Lechuan River, hoping that the ancient power could take back the blood seal, and began to worship for more than ten months without any movement, and people stopped worshipping, and then it was abandoned and never used again.

From a distance, it was a circular altar, and the round edge was full of flower pots, and the flowers in it had withered, and it was impossible to see what kind of species it was, and the altar was very close to the river, so people dug a ditch to bring some water from the river, and a trench was dug around the circular altar, so that the water of the Lechuan River surrounded the altar. At the time, it was felt that it would be more connected to the river.

The sun at noon has hung in the center, the spring sun is warm and warm, the sun shines on the Lechuan River is shining brightly, and the grass and flowers on the bank are also particularly bright and eye-catching, but they are not in the mood to feel the poetry of spring now, at this time the old artist came with Lingfan in his arms, followed by a large group of villagers.

There were still some tears in his eyes, he was moved by the help of the villagers, because everyone from this village had come, and Brother Yang stood in the crowd with a look of death on his face.

The old artist said thank you to Baiyang next to him while walking forward, and the help of the whole village moved the old man, and he laughed at himself, "It's a shame to be so old and everyone has to worry about it." ”

Baiyang pretended to be angry and said: "What did the old head say, we are all a family, and caring for the elders is just what we should do." ”

He knew what he meant, and the emotion in his eyes was even stronger. A pair of old eyes looked at Baiyang directly, but he couldn't say words of thanks.

Tang Xiaolan was also very concerned about Mo Lingfan's safety, and walked forward anxiously along the way, from time to time to see if he would wake up when his grandfather was holding him.

In a blink of an eye, everyone came to the front, and at this time, the woman named Baixia had already been waiting there, seeing so many people, her face did not change at all, everyone stood not far in front of the altar, and she stood motionless by the river, her eyes shuttled through the crowd, as if she was counting people.

After a while, she spoke: "Let's all go up to the altar, put the child in the middle, and don't go up if you are not from this village." After the woman finished saying this, everyone did as she said, the old artist handed Lingfan to Yang Fei, Yang Fei came up to the altar with the child in his arms, and the altar was surrounded by a ditch, but there was no water.

Because the ditch with water over there was blocked, which was later plugged by the villagers. However, because the deserted villagers jumped directly, the ditch was not very wide. And everybody came up to the altar. As she said, she put Mo Lingfan in the middle.

At this time, there were only two grandchildren left under the altar, and even Baiyang came up to the altar, they looked at each other across the trench, Baiyang signaled them to rest assured, and at the same time said to the woman: "Let's start, save the child." ”

Baixia didn't agree when she heard it, but she smashed the stone blocking the Lechuan water with one palm, which surprised everyone, the old artist looked at Baiyang, he began to panic, this woman is not simple, will she have other intentions, he is afraid that he himself will harm everyone because of saving Lingfan.

Baiyang was also shocked in his gaze, but after the stone was broken, the water from Lechuan poured into the trench, and the old artist could only watch it, after all, this was the only chance to save Lingfan that he knew so far, and he couldn't give it up, but he leaned on the edge of the altar worriedly.

The ditch was soon filled with water, and one by one the women made strange water patterns, imprinted in the water, and were washed over, and surrounded the altar, and in a short time there were many more such strange runes in the water around the altar.

It turned out to be a formation master, so the stone just now should have been detonated by the formation, the old artist thought to himself, and at the same time looked at Baiyang, he gave him a positive look. She is a formation master who knows how to make a circle. His heart relaxed a little.

The array in the water suddenly shone brightly, the river overflowed the altar, and it was slowly increasing, Lingfan was sitting on the water at this time, the old man looked anxiously, and the water of the altar did not rise after flooding everyone's feet.

He breathed a sigh of relief again, and laughed at himself in his heart: "It's really old, useless, and so flustered about everything." ”

"From. The woman suddenly spoke, and a huge column of water was strung up in the place where the formation in the trench was located just now, and it did not fall, because there was the traction of the formation power.

The old man outside could not see the movement on the altar clearly, and through the gap between the water columns, he could vaguely see everyone sitting on the ground. The old man was startled. began to be even more frightened, but he didn't understand the formation, he didn't know the formation laid by the woman, and he didn't dare to interrupt her casually, so he could only be in a hurry outside.

Tang Xiaolan was also very anxious, she knew that she couldn't help, but she didn't want anything to happen. She saw the woman strike two more sigils, this time not into the water, but on the stone of the altar.

At the moment when the sigil entered the altar, the water column went down again, and at this time all the people on the altar sat cross-legged, looking outside, everyone did not speak, only occasionally shouted in panic, and there was no big movement.

Seeing everyone like this, the old artist's heart was even more uncomfortable, he now regretted letting everyone take this risk to save the child, looking at his worried eyes, Yang Fei said: "This water column flies so high, I really want to sit on it and fly up to cool off." After saying that, there was a yearning on his face, and everyone laughed along.

He knew that Yang Fei was comforting himself, but he still felt worried, and he began to pay attention to the woman, and I decided to interrupt her if there was really something wrong.

A moment later, someone shouted, only to see a red blood mark appear on the top of his head, small and not so obvious in color.

"What's wrong with him?" the old artist asked her.

"It's okay, it's on, the blood stamps are out," she replied.

The man was just gasping for breath and looked like he was fine. Then there were shouts one after another, everyone was out of breath, as if they were very tired, but the old artist got the answer that it was okay from Baiyang's eyes.

It is true that they are brother and sister, how could she harm them, she is suspicious, she is really old. He thought about it and relaxed.

When a faint blood mark appeared on the top of the villagers' heads, suddenly Lingfan also shouted, and Tang Xiaolan exclaimed: "Mo Lingfan!"

However, there was no answer, and a huge blood-red blood mark appeared above his head, bright and real, with a more visual impact.

As soon as the blood mark appeared, it began to stretch out red silk threads, slowly connecting the faint blood marks on everyone's heads. Everyone will realize that this is to divide the blood mark of the child, and the old man can also see it, he can't bear it, but he is also looking forward to it.

On one side is the grandson of his brother in life and death, and on the other side is the poor villager, he admits that he is not a great benevolent person, he is partial to children, and there is a trace of expectation in his heart, which makes him discover his selfishness and helplessness. The old face was hot and red for a while.

"I'm sorry. The woman suddenly spoke softly, "The mother seal is rare to see for thousands of years, and this is the only chance." She shed a tear as she spoke.

When she said this, the old artist heard it all, he came out of his guilt, and found that the woman was crying, everything came suddenly, he rushed to Baixia to stop her, but it was too late.

The blood marks on Ling Fan's head did not flow to the villagers, on the contrary, all the blood marks on the villagers' heads flowed to Ling Fan, and everyone's blood marks converged in the past, and the blood marks on Ling Fan's head became bigger and bigger, and became more and more bright red. When the villagers saw this change, some were surprised, some were confused, and some were stimulated by this sudden surprise, and they actually laughed. Shouting "Saved, saved." ”

Seeing this, Baiyang shouted: "Stop, stop, that's a child!" He already knew what she was going to do, she was going to sacrifice this child and transfer all the blood marks to that child.

Yang Fei also knew that something was wrong when he heard the words, he stood up, but he didn't have the strength, and he fell down halfway through his standing, panting heavily.

The scene on the altar changed for a while, and the change of human nature was born, some people had to agree to share the blood seal in order to follow the crowd, they were afraid of being isolated, spurned by the rest of the village, but now they were saved, and the pleasure made them reveal their true nature, they had no strength to move, but they shouted. "Give it to him, give it to him, give it to him, he has the most, we give him, it's just a little bit of him, and his give us, it's much more. They shouted like madmen.

The old artist went straight to the woman, and at this time a sharp sword was already in his hand, and the sword was close to the woman's neck. This is when he heard the shouts of those people, they were right, they had no reason to help me, Lingfan's blood seal was the most, and the old man's heart ached.

The woman didn't dodge, but looked at him, "You kill me, I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for that child." The old man did not stab down, he put away his sword. "Grandpa save Lingfan" At this time, Tang Xiaolan's cry sounded, because she saw that Mo Lingfan's face was getting more and more ugly.

He looked at the center of the altar, the blood marks of the villagers were gone, and only the huge blood-red blood mark in the center of the altar remained, Lingfan seemed to be in pain, and his face was distorted at this time, and his face was hideous. When he saw such a spiritual fan, his heart was about to explode.

A barrier appeared on the altar, and at this time he was almost in a state of madness, and a sword slashed down, as if he had the power to split this altar, and the energy was raging. The barrier burst with a bang, and the trenches were split into cross-cut gaps.

He didn't hesitate to rush down to save Lingfan, the huge blood-red blood mark sank into Lingfan's body, "Ah" Lingfan shouted, the powerful aura energy faintly glowed blood-red, shaking away the villagers on the altar, as well as the old artists who rushed over.

The water of the Lechuan River poured in, wrapping Lingfan's body, his forehead was imprinted with bright red blood, which had changed from the bright red inside to the bright red on the surface of his forehead, at this time he was standing in mid-air, and there were four or five water columns coiled around him, but he closed his eyes and had not woken up yet.

Seeing this, Baixia exclaimed, "Impossible, this is impossible, this is the Blood Seal Soul." ”