Sanjia Village is a small village composed of the surnames Li, Mo, and Feng, and there are dozens of households, adding up to more than 200 people, so when they heard that the high priest wanted human sacrifice, they all panicked. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if it is not their own baby who is sacrificed, but who can bear to do this kind of thing among the villagers? As a result, many villagers knelt down one after another and begged bitterly......

"High priest, didn't you say that the mountain god has already accepted our tribute?

"If the mountain god wants people to be sacrificed alive, then the high priest will push me, an old woman, and please do a good job and give the baby a way to live." ”

"Our Sanjia Village has taken root here thousands of years ago, and there are endless sacrifices in spring and autumn every year, why do we have to carry out a human sacrifice once in sixty years?"

The high priest's face sank like water, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he stood quietly on the altar, and after the voices of the people weakened, he raised his staff in his hand and said slowly: "Have you forgotten the precepts left by your ancestors......?

When those villagers heard this, their faces showed an extremely frightened expression, and for a while, the whole audience was silent, and the needles could be distinguished.

The high priest's cold gaze swept over the villagers, and then shouted: "The auspicious time has come, Mo Jian, bring the golden boy and jade girl!"

"Yes, High Priest!" Mo Jian responded, then waved the torch in his hand, and under the altar, the torches were lit one after another, illuminating the surroundings.

"Play music, welcome the golden boy and girl!"

With Mo Jian's voice, a gong and drum sounded, followed by eight young men carrying two rattan sedan chairs, on which sat two children wearing red pockets, with a thick layer of powder on their faces, rubbing red rouge, looking about 4 or 5 years old, a man and a woman.

The girl sat on the rattan sedan chair with a frightened face, as if she was so frightened that she didn't even dare to cry, but the boy, who looked so thin and pitiful, had a calm face, just looking around for someone, as if looking for someone.

"Sanya, Sanya...... O my daughter!" a woman with a disheveled hair cried and rushed towards the little girl, but she had not taken a few steps before she was picked up by a strong man with a blue face.

"Mo Caiqiang, are you just watching your daughter die? Is there a father in this world who is so ruthless?" the woman squirmed as she cried......

"You unreasonable crazy aunt, do you think about it? If you don't do this, if you are abandoned by the mountain god, then our whole village will die!" Mo Caiqiang said this, choked up: "Don't you remember how Li Dashan's family died five years ago? Have you forgotten what happened to Lao Feng's daughter-in-law three years ago? You say, let me do? Let me do!"

When the woman heard this, her face immediately turned pale, and her crying stopped abruptly, and she was stunned for a long time, and her eyes became as pale as ashes, and she seemed to have lost even the courage to look up at her daughter.

"It's auspicious, pay tribute!" The old face of the high priest was carved with wrinkles, like iron!

"Auntie, Daddy...... Save me, save me......" The little girl's frightened eyes widened, and she looked at Mo Caiqiang and his wife. The two of them turned their faces ruthlessly, so that the last trace of color in the little girl's eyes was completely annihilated!

Several young men carrying sedan chairs, their faces became extremely ugly, exchanged glances with each other, and then gritted their teeth, carried the little girl who kept crying, and walked towards the altar......

Standing in the distance, Ling Feng quietly looked at Mo Caiqiang and his wife, he suddenly couldn't understand what made them even ruthlessly abandon their own daughter?

He didn't try to stop it, after all, for the old monster he had cultivated for thousands of years, he had seen too many things that were more tragic than the scene in front of him. Again, Mo Caiqiang and his wife, as parents, didn't stop him, so why should he stop him as a stranger?

The most important point is that before he understands what the powerful evil thing in the altar cave is, he will never take the liberty of interfering, lest he fail to save people, and if he doesn't put himself in it, he may even involve the people of Sanjia Village.

Just when the little girl had fallen into deep despair and resigned herself to her fate, the little boy on another rattan sedan chair shouted: "Wait......"

When everyone's eyes fell on the little boy, he stood up from the sedan chair, bowed to all the villagers, and said in a childish voice: "Grandparents, uncles, uncles, aunts, my father will rely on you to take care of me in the future." ”

When everyone heard this, their faces showed shame, and when the little boy said this, he raised his resolute little face, looked at the high priest on the altar, and said softly: "Grandpa Li, Sanya, she is afraid of the dark, let me go first, with me in front of her, she will not be afraid." ”

The little boy looked at the high priest on the altar with a pair of clear eyes, no resentment, and a hopeful gaze......

He clearly remembered that since the day he became sensible, he saw that his father, who had become stupid, was supported by the villagers! According to the villagers, it was because his father had offended the mountain god and lost his protection that his mother was taken away by the savages.

Half a month later, my father, who returned empty-handed from the deep mountains, has since become a fool who is delirious and talks nonsense all day long.

It's not that he doesn't know the horror of death, and he also knows how much he wants to be able to see his father one last time, but his father has already been locked up by the villagers, and he can't show up.

However, he did not complain about anything, because Mrs. Li had promised him that as long as he was willing to make this sacrifice, then his father, who could not take care of himself, would be taken care of by the whole village. Besides, it is also the kindness of the whole village that he can grow up, and perhaps, becoming a sacrifice is the best reward for him to the whole village.

"Okay!" The high priest was silent for a while, and finally nodded, and then said in a deep voice: "Alas, baby, you can go with confidence, the people in the village will support your father for the elderly......"

The little boy just nodded, but said nothing, because no one ever knew that there was a flame hidden in his heart that could never be extinguished, and that was hatred!

It is the hatred in his heart that makes him forget the horror of death, he wants to go down, even if it is death, he must go down to find the hateful mountain god, avenge the mother who has become blurred in his memory, and seek justice for his father!

The four young men lifted the little boy and walked up towards the altar step by step, the sedan chair stopped at the altar, and under the gaze of the villagers, the little boy walked down from the sedan chair!

The little boy stared at the dark hole, his palm clutching a pencil sharpener, the only gift from his stupid father, and the only way he could take revenge......

PS: Tomorrow the training is over, Feidou will go home and carefully ponder the idea of the whole big volume, uh, the second volume has three chapters, if you feel okay after reading it, I hope to support more, give Feidou a confidence to go on, thank you!