When Comoros pushed open the door, he saw the girl's body. Her body's skin was pale and bloodless. Her weak body fell on the ground, so delicate that it made people feel pity for them, and even had a strange beauty.

Many villagers followed Comoros and were amazed when they saw the girl's body. As the village chief's granddaughter, this girl is very beautiful. She is the dream lover of many young people, but now she dies like this.

Comoros's dream lover was also her, but now when he saw her body, he did not feel regret and grief, only deep fear, which was his most unbearable memory, and those cowardice and inferiority were once again presented to him.

Sure enough, the girl's body made a strange tone, and the deceased spoke again, but it was not her who spoke.

"Hehe! Comoros, you really disappointed me. There are still people who are ready to disobey my will!"

"Negri, please forgive our ignorance and ignorance. We will never dare to disobey your will!" Comoros quickly knelt down. Under his leadership, the villagers also knelt down in fear and panic.

"You dare not, but someone dares, and he is ready to contact the heretics God's religion to disobey me, foolish people, since you do not desire my glory, I can only give you a plague."

"Please forgive us, Negri, who dares to do such a damn thing? Please tell us who this sinner is." Someone shouted wildly: "He is the sinner of the village, and we will never let him go!"

After the village chief neglected the Nageri messenger and was bitten to death, and now the body was opened, these villagers had completely believed in Nageri's existence. How could they not be afraid of the upcoming plague? The atmosphere of panic began to spread among the crowd.

"In this case, if you can offer him to me, then I can give you another chance." Wang Yuan said slowly through the mouth of the girl: "That sinner is the man named Jacques Duckmi."

"I may consider forgiveing ​​you this time by giving him my messenger."

"Then choose whether it is a plague or a sacrifice. This is my last chance." After saying the last sentence, the girl shut up and Wang Yuan looked at the reaction of the villagers.

"Do we have any choice?" Comoros stood up and said loudly: "Jacques has betrayed our Cauchy faith for his own selfish interests. He is not only a sinner in our village, but also a sinner in the Cauchy."

“We have no choice to protect the village!”

"This kid is growing up too." Wang Yuan looked at Comoros' performance.

Under his guidance, Jacques was completely abandoned by this village, and a large group of people rushed towards Jacques' house. Now the crowd was excited, and a few rational people had no choice but to do anything about it. Under the threat of the plague, most of them were already crazy.

"I'll go for two days before I go to find help from the God's Church." Jacques held his wife's hand and said, "Before this, I'll send you to a safe place. It's too dangerous to stay in the village."

"Jacques..." Isabella was about to say something when she heard all kinds of noisy sounds coming from outside, many of which were shouting, handing over Jacques in exchange for peace in the village.

"How is that possible?" Jacques looked serious and quickly picked up the knight's sword hanging on the wall. Facing the people who broke into the door, he looked at the young man in the lead, Comoros. Everything happened after he came back.

"Jacques, you want to find the help of the heretic Church, which has angered the great Negri. In order to prevent the village from being plague and to the safety of the entire village, please put down your weapons and give up resistance!" Comoros tried his best to make himself serious, but the corners of his mouth were involuntarily curled up a little.

Comoros, he is already enjoying the feeling of being dominated by Wang Yuan, because before he was just an ordinary boy who had just entered the hunting team, but what about now?

Even if it is the captain of the guard team and the person who is praised by the entire village, he is very likely to become the village chief in the future, and he is not capable of resisting in front of him.

Jacques held the sword, and his fingers turned white due to force. Is Negri really that strong? He decided that it was not long before he was caught.

He looked at the villagers who were surrounded. In the past, these people had praise and envy in their eyes, but now they had more hatred and fear in their eyes.

What made Jacques even more unable to swing his sword was the eyes of some people, and their eyes were prayers.

Please put down the sword in your hand.

Please give up resisting.

Please become a sacrifice.

Please sacrifice for the village!

Jacques' hand holding the sword gradually became weak. He knew that he could not resist. He turned around and Isabella was looking at him with tears in her eyes, shook her head slightly, trying to say something.

He smiled, stopped his wife's words, pointed to her belly, her eyes full of tenderness, then turned to Comoros and said, "I can give up resistance and let you deal with it, but my wife is innocent, and all sins come from me, please let her go."

Comoros' expression changed slightly. He looked at Isabella's big belly, his lips moved and said, "Negri's will is only you, who is a sinner. We have decided to deal with you in the big tree behind the village. Please leave."

"I understand." Jacques looked back at his wife, and followed these people to the big tree behind the village. He was tied up and knelt on the ground. However, although he was kneeling, his waist was straight.

Two crows flew over from a distance and pecked at Jacques' body without hesitation. The villagers all knelt down. Jacques did not go to see the crow, but looked at the blond woman in the distance who was crying and praying.

Jacques shed tears, and he was not afraid of death, but he had not seen the child be born, and he had not accompanied Isabella to death, so he had to take a step first.

As the blood flowed, Jacques' eyes began to blur, and such a picture seemed to appear in his eyes. Isabella was holding a little blond girl, and the girl was so beautiful like her mother.

Wang Yuan floated not far from Jacques. This person does have something to praise. If he is given a chance, he might become a famous hero, but there is never any if in life.

"Dare to stand up in the face of difficulties, for bravery, and not afraid of death, for fear of fear." Wang Yuan looked at Jacques gradually dying because of bleeding: "I witnessed your death."

A large mass of white air and cool air surged towards Wang Yuan.

"I will accept your bravery and fearlessness!"
Chapter completed!