After punching Liu Tieyi away, the thief was obviously not satisfied. After roaring crazily, he walked straight towards Liu Tieyi.

Seeing this scene, Qian Shan and I didn't care about anything else and rushed towards the thief almost at the same time. I hugged the thief's waist, while Qian Shan threw himself to the ground and hugged him tightly. Thief's legs.

We both know clearly that currently, the only person in this house who can fight against this thief is Liu Tieyi. Now Liu Tieyi has not recovered from the heavy blow from the thief. If we let the thief rush over like this, what will happen to Liu Tieyi? Knowing what the outcome will be, the only thing we can do now is to help Liu Tieyi as much as possible to buy time.

Just watching the battle between Liu Tieyi and the thief, I had already imagined the tyranny of this thief, but now I hugged the thief's waist tightly, I could only feel that the explosive power contained under his thin frame was far greater than what he saw on the surface. It was so terrifying that I even felt that the person I was holding in my arms was not a person, but a wild beast.

"Bang~"

At this moment, a dull voice sounded in my body. I felt a chill at first, and then, a tearing pain spread from my back. My whole body felt as if I had been hit by one or two large trucks, and there was a feeling in my chest. Something surged up along the esophagus, and the next second, I felt a sweetness in my throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Although I still hugged the thief's waist desperately, I could clearly feel that my arms had changed. Got numb.

Qian Shan's situation was better than mine. He hugged the thief almost tightly from his knees to the point where it was difficult for the thief's legs to break free for a while. Qian Shan's eyes widened as he watched me spurt out a mouthful of blood. He suddenly turned red: "Lao Qi!"

Qian Shan's legs and arms couldn't help but exert force again, and at the same time he performed a scissor kick move, tightly entwining the thief's legs, and suddenly raised his neck, biting the thief's legs fiercely. .

But the thief seemed to feel no pain at all, and had no reaction at all to Qian Shan's bite. He raised his arm again and hit me hard on the back.

"Bang~"

Another muffled sound came from my body, without the pain and shock caused by the previous violent impact. At this time, I only felt that I became in a trance for an instant, and the sounds in my ears became empty. It was empty, and I could see Qian Shan shouting something to me, but I couldn't hear it clearly at all. It was as if the rhythm of the whole world had slowed down, and it seemed as if the whole world was gradually leaving me.

"Bang~~"

There was another muffled sound, and at that moment I really felt like I was finished. I didn’t expect that after more than twenty years of normal life, I would be involved in such a bizarre whirlpool. What’s even more depressing is that for the whole incident I was so fucking heroic without even knowing it.

My vision suddenly became blurry, and my body fell down uncontrollably. In a daze, I seemed to see Liu Tieyi blocking the thief's arm with one arm, and hitting the thief's neck with his other fist. superior.

"Old Seven~~"

"Xiao Chen~~"

It seemed that someone was calling me, but the sound became closer and farther away, and the person became empty, as if

Entered that dream-like world again.

I saw my father again, no, to be precise, it was the man who looked very similar to my father. He was handing a dagger to the priest.

The priest looked through the mask at the man who looked exactly like my father, nodded, took the dagger, held it in front of his head with both hands, muttered silently for a moment, and then looked at the beating bonfire again.

, slowly opened his arms, and shouted loudly at the beating bright white flame: "O omnipotent God, please guide the direction for your people."

"O omnipotent God, please show the direction for your people..., O omnipotent God, please show the direction for your people..., O omnipotent God, please show the direction for your people...

The people guide the way..."

As the priest shouted, the surrounding crowd began to boil again. Everyone opened their arms and shouted loudly. I don’t know if it was because of the huge sound or the rising flames.

At this time, the fanatical atmosphere in the crowd and the hot flames rose up again, swaying continuously under the vast and empty night sky.

After a moment, the priest was seen raising the scepter in his hand high and came to the front of the bonfire. Under everyone's gaze, he threw the scepter that seemed to represent supreme power into the flames.

In an instant, the beating flames seemed to be pulled by some kind of force. They suddenly converged and gradually returned to their original height. Even the north wind that kept whistling by became quiet at this moment.

When he came down, everything around him seemed to be still, only the flame was still beating slowly.

Looking at the gradually docile flames, the priest exhaled a long breath, then raised his left arm, and the short blade of his right hand pierced his arm like lightning. He watched the blood streak across his skin, sacrificing the flames.

There was no slight fluctuation in the master's eyes, and it seemed that it was a common thing for him to have a sharp knife penetrate his flesh.

"Zi~! Zhi~!"

The bright red blood flowed down, dripping on the flames, and the sound of steaming blood was heard. Surprisingly, the blood kept dripping, and the originally quiet flames actually rose up again at this time, bright white flames.

There was a faint hint of blood red in it, and at the same time, strange patterns flowed in the flames as if they were real.

The rising flames had already illuminated the mask on the priest's face extremely brightly. The original blood-red pattern against the firelight only gave people a creepy feeling. Waves of hot air blew the priest away.

The robe on his body made a squeaking sound.

"Muhab, Abu Lingtoka!"

The priest stretched out his arms again and shouted loudly, his tone full of unconcealable excitement, and the high-pitched voice echoed across the empty plain.

"Muhab, Abu Ling Tokar!!! Muhab, Abu Ling Tokar!!!"

In an instant, the crowd around them became excited. A look of ecstasy appeared on everyone's face. The men and women were jumping crazily, and the expressions on their faces became more and more fanatical. Although

I don’t know if this is a kind of worship of natural power or piety of self-belief, but everyone’s smile is sincere and unadulterated.

Any pretense.

The originally tense and solemn atmosphere was diluted with the excitement of the crowd, as if what they were performing was no longer a sacrifice, but a carnival. The huge heat emitted by the flames made them feel no trace of coldness.

Everyone seemed to be wrapped in warmth, and it felt as if they were falling into the embrace of God. Everyone's face was filled with a peaceful smile.

However, just when everyone was immersed in the excitement and fanaticism, the blood-red patterns in the flames seemed to be alive, turning into a winding path in a few breaths.

The hovering dragon burst out of the flames and transformed into a white human face covered with blood-red patterns.

This human face gives people an extremely strange feeling. No matter which angle you look at it, its eyes outlined by blood-red patterns seem to be staring at you, giving people a sense of tranquility.

A feeling of peace and tranquility.

This is an experience I have never had before. Although I have seen many sacrificial activities similar to praying from some books in the past, most of the feelings are formal, or a kind of mental self-comfort, but in front of me

All of this made me truly feel the existence of this supernatural power, this gathering of power similar to the spiritual level.

The blood all over my body also boiled. Isn't this the ghost face that appeared on the mysterious box before? Isn't this the ghost face that rose up and jumped into my arm? What is the meaning of all this?

What kind of connection is there? At this time, it seems that this grimace definitely represents a certain totem, and what kind of secret is hidden behind it.

Just when I was stunned, the ghost face floating in mid-air suddenly changed unexpectedly. The originally flat ghost face showed an extremely unnatural distortion, and the patterns that made up the ghost face twisted as if they came alive.

As the pattern twisted, the original blood-red background gradually faded away, replaced by a gloomy purple-black color.

Although it is just a change in color, the entire grimace gives people a completely different feeling. If the gorgeous blood color before gave people a feeling of vitality, then the gloomy purple-black color now makes people feel

A kind of despair and depression, even the surrounding air was rendered a gloomy black, giving people a feeling of being impenetrable.

Looking at the sudden change in front of him, the priest's eyes were full of astonishment and astonishment, and his mood seemed to become flustered in an instant. In the end, his whole person trembled involuntarily, and he kept murmuring: "No,

No, absolutely impossible, this is absolutely impossible!”

And the crowd that was originally full of piety and fanaticism suddenly became silent at this time. Everyone's face was full of panic, and even some of the crowd had collapsed to the ground. The terrifying atmosphere was like a plague.

This moment enveloped everyone's hearts. No one ran away, no one suffered, only despair.

The next moment, the ghostly face filled with purple-black aura twisted again, and the huge bonfire that had originally risen seemed to be pulled by power and directly integrated into the ghostly face.

After a dull sound, the purple-black ghost face exploded, and a wave of purple-black fire swept past. The lost priest, the man who looked exactly like my father, the crowd with despairing faces, and myself were all in a flash.
Chapter completed!