At night, Changchun Village is brightly lit, with lanterns hanging everywhere. On the red lanterns, bright red words of happiness are written one by one.

Under the illumination of the light, the ground was already blood red, and the blood dyed the earth red. The scene that should have been in full swing was silent at the moment, which made people feel a little weird.

Soon, a young man stained red with blood walked out of it. It was Zhang Xin. He walked out of the room leisurely and slowly walked toward the northeast. Looking at his nonchalant look, it seemed that the killing just now had nothing to do with him.

There is no general relationship at all.

After Zhang Xin walked for a while, he finally reached his destination, which was an altar that had been set up. This was the place where Zhang Xin used to offer sacrifices.

Although the altar is simple, it is genuine and has all the basic facilities, which is enough to communicate with the gods in distant planes and feed back enough power.

Although Zhang Xin lost his power, he still had all the knowledge and insights in his mind. After setting down the altar, he started praying directly. Originally, there should have been a set of etiquette for worshiping heaven, but Zhang Xin directly skipped it.

, because this is of no use, just to show your sincerity.

The god Zhang Xin prayed to was Anubis, or the underworld to be precise. Although Anubis had arrived in the real world, the part of the underworld governed by the Egyptian pantheon would not go with him, so Zhang Xin chose to offer sacrifices to the underworld.

The underworld is a large interface, second only to hell and heaven. However, there is no powerful existence in the underworld. Instead, it is divided into several parts by various gods to create their own reincarnation systems.

The underworld is not a good interface either. It is full of yin energy and is not suitable for living people to survive. However, Zhang Xin can only offer sacrifices to the underworld at present because he only knows the priest methods of the underworld.

I don't know if Zhang Xin killed too many people, or if he was very sincere. After he read part of the long prayer, the environment suddenly changed.

Changchun Village was originally brightly lit, but suddenly dark clouds filled the sky, covering the bright moon, and there was darkness between heaven and earth. Only Zhang Xin's clear and clear prayers could be heard clearly in every corner.

Zhang Xin's mood gradually became excited. His life in the past few months had been very calm and peaceful, but for Zhang Xin, it was like hell. He had no strength and could not do anything, even killing a few people.

It's all so difficult.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew between the sky and the earth. The wind was so powerful that it was very rare. Even the flag with ghostly symbols behind Zhang Xin was making a roaring sound. However, such a strong wind seemed to Zhang Xin to be a cold wind.

Now Zhang Xin is focused on the sacrifice. No matter what kind of abnormality occurs, Zhang Xin will take it for granted that it is the reason for the sacrifice, because it is also recorded in the Black Book of the Dead that during the sacrifice process, there will be

Various visions show the majesty of the gods.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and Zhang Xin's prayers were getting louder and louder. His clothes were soaked with blood because he had killed too many people. Now that the wind was blowing, it was even colder, but like this

There was a misunderstanding, but Zhang Xin thought that this wind was the dark wind of the underworld, and it was inevitable that it would be cold.

The coldness of his body could not cover up the heat in his heart. Zhang Xin's prayer voice slowly became lower and his speaking speed also slowed down. This was not because Zhang Xin was cold, but because this prayer should be read like this.

of.

The strong wind blew for a long time, but the sound of Zhang Xin's words gradually drowned out the sound of the wind. The dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker. The sky and the earth were dim and dull, and it felt like the black clouds were pressing down on the city and were about to destroy it.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed between the sky and the earth, illuminating everything in Changchun Village. Corpses were all lying on the ground, with a large gap in their necks and blood flowing out like running water.

Cruelty and evil were the initial feelings, but Zhang Xin's solemn face, burning eyes, and simple altar gave this cruelty and evil a sense of religious sacred solemnity. The two feelings were contradictory.

But in this long scene, against the backdrop of dark clouds, there is an unspeakable harmony.

The moment the first electric light came on, although it brought a short-term light between heaven and earth, those hanging lanterns and the lit candles were mysteriously extinguished by less than half.

The electric lights lit up one after another, as if God opened his eyes and wanted to see the inhumane evil deeds below. The thunder roared, but it roared angrily to God, reprimanding Zhang Xin for his evil and crazy behavior.

But no matter how frequently the lightning flashed or how deafening the thunder was, it could not affect Zhang Xin, who had a solemn face. Instead, all the candles in Changchun Village were extinguished, and everything shrouded in darkness covered up the mountain of bones and bones.

That muddy ground.

Wow, raindrops as big as soybeans came down, drenching Zhang Xin. He was already soaked, and now he finally dried a little bit, but under the heavy rain, he got soaked again.

Zhang Xin's wedding dress was stained with blood. Under the rain, Zhang Xin's lower body was blood red, as if to accuse him of evil. I don't know if it was Zhang Xin's illusion, but he also slowly felt a heat.

Rising from the inside of the body, Zhang Xin not only felt not cold, but also felt energetic.

Zhang Xin, who was encouraged, couldn't wait to continue praying. Deep in his heart, he was extremely hot, and he had already begun to make calculations in his heart. This blood sacrifice was not enough. He must continue to kill people, even if the entire world was to die, as long as he could let

As your own strength increases, what does it matter to some ordinary people?

But Zhang Xin ignored that what he was offering sacrifices to was the underworld. If power was to be fed back, it should be dark magic, not this kind of warm breath.

But Zhang Xin, who was fascinated by power, could no longer notice this. Now he only had power in his eyes, and he had been blinded by the big cake of restoring power.

A large amount of rain has hit the land, trying to completely wash away the evil in Changchun Village, but too many people have died, and the blood cannot be washed away. Instead, the rain slowly expands the area, turning Changchun Village into a

It became a vast ocean of blood.

Those who lost their lives silently in their sleep, their bodies turned pale white under the wash of the rain, which made people feel uneasy.

Zhang Xin's prayers have gradually come to an end, but except for the rain all over the sky, nothing has been called. Zhang Xin gradually realized that something was wrong in his heart, but he had no choice but to endure it.

Scalp continued to recite the prayer, louder and louder, but it was drowned out by the sound of thunder and rain.

Although Zhang Xin deliberately slowed down the speed of reciting the prayer, but now he has reached the end, but there is nothing between heaven and earth except the storm. Not to mention the feedback power from the underworld, even Zhang Xin can't even sense the underworld.

So, it can be said that this cruel and bloody blood sacrifice failed.

Zhang Xin was unwilling to accept it, let alone such an ending. He had endured it for several months, stayed with these ants for so long, and tried his best to kill so many ants, but he got nothing. Only the cold and cruel reality was waiting.

Hold him.

Without power, what should he do, how should Zhang Xin live, and where should he go? All these realistic problems were placed in front of Zhang Xin, making him feel desperate.

The prayer was finally finished, and there was calm between heaven and earth. Except for the increasingly fierce storm, there was nothing left. Perhaps Zhang Xin, who was pale, at this moment, his face looked worse than those of the corpses.

Even whiter.

It's not like that, it's not like that, it's definitely not like that.

Zhang Xin suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, his hands dancing erratically, like a madman. There was only persistence in his eyes, pathological persistence, he was crazy...

Zhang Xin went crazy. He picked up the shovel and dug a big pit with all his strength. Rainwater mixed with blood flowed in, and a blood pool immediately appeared at the altar. The altar, which was already very evil, immediately became very strange.

of evil.

After doing all this, Zhang Xin could not accept such an ending. He ran to the top of the altar again and read the prayer to the gods again at the top of his lungs. This time, Zhang Xin could be said to have used all his strength to pray to the gods.

The loud voice resounded throughout Changchun Village.

But no matter how loud and pious Zhang Xin was, he could not change the outcome of the sacrifice's failure. Lightning kept flashing in the sky, and the thunder still rumbled, covering Zhang Xin's voice and illuminating his crazy expression.

The lightning in the sky illuminated the evil in Changchun Village, and also illuminated Zhang Xin at the top of the altar, telling the world the consequences of doing evil. The rumbling thunder overshadowed Zhang Xin's roar, like God's warning to him, and to him.

A warning to everyone.

Zhang Xin recited the prayer over and over again, from being hoarse at first to being insensitive later. He even danced a half-baked sacrificial dance, hoping for a miracle to appear, but the miracle never appeared.

Suddenly, Zhang Xin tripped while dancing and fell to the ground with a thud. Mud water covered Zhang Xin's face, making him look particularly embarrassed.

It's not like this, it's not like this, it's not like this...

Zhang Xin murmured in a low voice, his eyes were distracted, and he seemed to have lost hope in life and could not even stand up. The bright red wedding dress still oozed a little blood, but he didn't know who it belonged to.

The lightning flashed again and the thunder remained the same, covering everything up. When Zhang Xin was lying down, he seemed to blend into the earth and was not conspicuous at all.

In the wedding hall, corpses were placed together irregularly. Their eyes were closed, and although their faces were pale, their expressions were very peaceful. Each corpse had a faint smile on its lips, like a
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