After all, Chuanyun didn't dare to bet on that one billionth. After knowing that something was wrong in the center of the village, he still chose to go to that place without hesitation.
She found Shirasaburo's small backpack and the gold medal that never left his body at the entrance of the village, but he was nowhere to be seen, which meant that something had happened to him.
Putting the gold medal and the small backpack into his own small space, Chuan Yun began to feel anxious.
There is an unusual atmosphere everywhere in this village. Resentment flows in the sky, blocking most of the light, causing the light in the entire village to become dim.
The further she took a step forward, the more solemn her heart became, subconsciously telling her that she could not go any further because there was danger ahead.
The danger is fatal.
But she couldn't stop. When she thought of Bai Sanlang's thin shoulders, young face, and determined eyes, these all reminded her that he was just a child.
However, it was such a child who, despite the massacre of his family and the death of all his relatives, stubbornly refused to shed a tear in front of others. He only dared to vent his anger every night when he dreamed about it at midnight, and his clothes were wet with tears.
It's so heartbreaking.
That's why she took back her paws that night in the wild and wanted to accompany him for a while. That was her compromise with his tears.
Chuan Yun knew that if she chose to save him, she might regret it for a while, but if she didn't save him, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
After all, Bai Sanlang was different to her. He was the first person in this world who treated her well without asking for anything in return, and he was also the first person who said he wanted to be her friend.
Besides, she couldn't look back now. Behind her, the road she came from had disappeared the moment she stepped into the village, leaving only a thick white mist.
Just like the scene in the nightmare, there was deathly silence.
There are always some people and some things that are more important than immortality and immortality at a certain time.
Rhubarb made a small "whimpering" sound in its throat, which showed the fear in its heart. However, for the sake of its master, it did not take a step back and continued to move forward firmly.
As long as Doudou is here, the master will be fine.
Chuan Yun felt Rhubarb's fear and kept patting its head with his paws, trying to comfort it.
Since it gained intelligence, its courage seems to have become smaller and smaller.
A 'man' and a dog quickly approached the center of the village. As expected, all the people in the village gathered here, about a hundred people, all gathered in an orderly manner under a similar altar.
The altar is located under a huge dragon blood tree, which is more than ten meters high. The main trunk is extremely thick, with a diameter of more than one meter. The upper part of the tree has many branches, and the tree is Y-shaped, like sharp swords inserted densely upside down.
The top of the branch has white leaves and yellow-orange berries.
On the altar, a gray-haired woman was wearing a black robe, and a black hood partially covered her white hair. She was holding a dead wood scepter in her hand, standing upright in front of a table filled with sacrificial supplies, so dry that it
The bald lips opened and closed as if they were mumbling something.
The skin on her face is rosy and shiny, and she looks to be in her thirties. Her eyelashes are as white as snow, as are her eyebrows. Her vision is extremely impressive at first glance.
The people below the altar all had devout faces, with their palms facing the sky, kneeling and bowing their heads to the top of the altar, and they were also chanting words, as if praying to the gods for blessings.
Chuanyun immediately recognized the old man who was coaxing Shirasaburo and the other two middle-aged men in the crowd. He saw them kneeling on the ground like everyone else, with their eyes closed and kowtowing to the altar piously.
There are red silk hanging on the branches, and copper bells hung on the red silk. They ring in the absence of wind, like chants from ancient times.
It was obvious that they were performing a very ancient sacrificial ritual. If the resentment hovering over the dragon blood tree was not too strong, Chuanyun would have thought that this was just an ordinary sacrificial ritual by the villagers.
She glanced around and found no sign of Bai Sanlang. She had a bad feeling in her heart. Since these people were offering sacrifices, it meant there must be sacrifices.
It is very possible that Bai Sanlang... is the sacrifice.
Chuanyun could no longer imagine what would happen if the sacrifice was completed. She only knew that if the sacrifice was completed, Bai Sanlang would definitely be gone.
She wants to interrupt the sacrifice.
Angry at the moment, Chuan Yun pointed directly in the direction of the altar. Seeing this, Dahuang jumped out without hesitation like a sharp arrow and jumped onto the altar.
Before everyone had time to react, Dahuang directly mixed up the things on the altar into a mess, and finally overturned the desk, causing incense ash and talismans to fly all over the sky.
Chuan Yun jumped down from Dahuang's head, threw himself on the woman's hand, and with one paw, the woman loosened her grip subconsciously. The dead wood scepter fell to the ground and broke into two parts, and she was as white as snow.
Liquid was also gurgling from his wrist, but it was not bright red, but milky white.
Milky white...blood!
Is this still a normal person?
Chuan Yun quickly jumped to the ground. The matter seemed to be more difficult and complicated than she imagined.
The woman screamed in pain. Seeing that her wrist was bleeding, she quickly covered it with her other hand. She looked at Chuan Yun who had fallen to the ground with a ferocious expression. She gritted her teeth and said, "Little thing, if you dare to hurt me, I want you to die."
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After finishing speaking, he rushed towards Chuanyun.
The villagers who were kneeling on the ground came to their senses and saw that the altar had been messed up like this by a dog and a turtle. They suddenly became angry and shouted "Quickly, get rid of them quickly", and then everyone rushed up.
They all jumped on the altar and started to drive away.
They are all elderly, both male and female, probably over forty years old. Their reflexes are a bit slow and their movements are not very flexible.
Chuan Yun and Da Huang kept dodging on the altar and could easily avoid capture.
Soon, the skin of the woman scratched by Chuanyun began to relax at a speed visible to the naked eye, wrinkles gradually appeared on her face, and her silky white hair became dry and rough.
Feeling the changes in her skin, the woman didn't care to continue to catch Chuan Yun, and quickly covered her face with her hands. When she saw her increasingly dull hair, her eyes were full of disbelief, and then she screamed crazily,
It was mixed with panic.
The wound on the woman's wrist could not be stopped, and milky white blood was still dripping down.
When the others saw this, they all stopped moving.
Some of them were accidentally injured by their companions on the way to capture the fleeing Chuan Yun and Da Huang, and some were scratched by Da Huang's teeth. Without exception, milky white blood began to flow out, and their skin gradually became wrinkled.
The villagers began to panic. Whether they were injured or not, they knelt down directly on the spot, kowtowing to the dragon blood tree above their heads, praying to the gods not to take back the gift, but to grant them eternal life.
Chuan Yun and Da Huang, who had already fled off the altar, stopped. Looking at the actions of everyone, Chuan Yun was severely shocked.
Their vitality is disappearing with the flow of blood, and people are slowly getting older as a result, and their wounds will not heal on their own, just like porcelain dolls.
Why on earth did the people in this village become like this?