Bazhu suddenly woke up, but Cao Wei and others quickly closed their mouths.

When Cao Wei looked up again, he immediately saw a tall man with a disheveled hair, a circle of red tape tied on his forehead, a big cloak on his body, and a white face as if he was wearing a layer of putty. He was surrounded by a group of black-clad barefoot men.

Looking at his appearance, Cao Wei felt more and more familiar with him. Before he could tell clearly, the high priest had already walked up to Bazhu and laughed at her.

"Miss Bazhu, I didn't expect you to come today. How about it? Are you changing your mind and ready to agree to my request!"

"High Priest, this is in front of my dad! Don't you know how to respect my dad?"

Bazhu flipped over his big black and white eyes and glared at the high priest. Hearing this, the high priest moved his gaze to Cao Wei, and then said with a slight smile.

"It turns out that the clan leader is here too. Hey, you can still come here with your body now. This is really unexpected for me."

As he was so close, Cao Wei naturally saw who the high priest was in front of him.

This shocked him at first, and then when he heard his speech was feminine and weird, it was like a dead eunuch, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Good guy. He was afraid that the high priest in front of him would suddenly close his hands and say to him, "The earth is round."

If this is true, he will probably run as far as he can, because no matter how skilled he has, he will not believe that he can fight the Moon Worshiping Master who can flood the world.

Fortunately, he is not. Although his identity is somewhat similar, it seems that this high priest is just a simple perverted sissy.

This made Cao Wei snort immediately, and then he directly elongated his tone.

"What, can't I come to worship my ancestors?"

"Yes, of course, it's possible. While you can come here again, it's better to take a few more glances. In the future, you won't have a chance to see it even if you want to see it!"

"You...ah ah ah ah!"

Based on the principle of saying more and making more mistakes, Cao Wei used a severe dry cough under excitement to hit the guise. The high priest did not doubt that he was, and soon turned his gaze back to Bazhu.

"Mistress Bazhu, I advise you to consider it again. Follow me, you are one person in the entire village, and I promise to treat you well and I can follow you in everything. But if you follow that black dragon with a determined heart, hey, then don't blame me for being rude to you in the future!"

"you..."

Although he guessed that the high priest was powerful, he did not expect that he could be so reckless, and even dared to threaten Bazhu in front of Cao Wei.

You know, no matter what, he is now Bazhu's father, the old patriarch of the entire village. He said this in front of him, but he didn't even want him, the old patriarch, to take it seriously.

Is he so powerful? Or is he the old patriarch so useless, and he has no more loyal subordinates?

He didn't say much, so he could only express his attitude at this moment with a burst of heart-wrenching cough. At this time, Bazhu also grabbed his hand very cleverly, patting his back, and shouting in panic on his face.

"Bather, how are you doing, Dad? Don't scare me, Dad."

"Hey, old patriarch. Don't think too much when you are old. Would you be fine if you wait to die honestly? You have to come here to find this unhappy? Why, do you think you can fight me? What are you fighting me with?"

Cao Wei didn't say anything, just coughed one after another, and was more powerless.

This look, as if he was about to die, made the high priest's face show a proud expression. However, he did not mean to pursue him relentlessly, but stopped when he saw the situation.

"Okay, no matter you, the old ghost. It's rare today is a big day. I can't let you die here. It's a bit more unlucky. Let's go!"

With a command, the high priest turned around and led his men into the corridor behind the platform.

Looking at his departure back, Cao Wei couldn't help but stutter, and then secretly asked Bazhu.

"Is this your high priest? Why do you speak a little sarcastic, like a dead eunuch?"

"It wasn't like this when he was a child... He was eight years older than me, and when he was a child, he took care of me like my brother. Until he was taught the witchcraft and magic by the previous high priest... slowly, he became what he is today."

"Vulnerable, weird, and bloodthirsty. It's like a different person."

"So it was his spell that turned him into what he is today? What spell is so powerful that it can actually change a person's mind and nature?"

Aqiang interrupted curiously, but it attracted Cao Wei's sneer.

"Don't think too much. Arrange you in such a place with awesomeness, and teach you some messy evil magic all day long. No matter how ignorant, innocent and cute you are, you will probably become almost the same as him in two years. This is called "The Ink-like Black", and you still want to not change color when you fall into the dyeing vat. How can you?"

"Stop talking nonsense. What should we do now? That guy is going to the back now, and they are likely to tamper with the kids. Do we want us to take advantage of the moment..."

Aaron's face was obviously hesitant. Although he just asked to wait, all this had a premise. That is, those children were safe and sound. If those children were facing danger now, then their waiting and keeping their troops lost their meaning.

The best situation is to avenge those children, and this is not worth mentioning compared to the disappearance of fresh little lives.

Aaron means this, and Cao Wei means this. They dare not gamble, nor can they gamble.

As if seeing their intent, Bazhu opened her mouth in a panic.

"No, it's not the time."

"They will not hurt those children. Because this is a sacrifice to the ancestors, and only the ancestors are qualified to attack them. No one dares to do this, because once they do it, they will replace those children. They will not joke about their lives!"

The reason is that this is true, but who can guarantee it? Cao Wei was still hesitating, but Zhou Zhiruo's voice suddenly came from his ears.

The transmission of the voice into the secret. Compared with the clumsiness of the three men, Zhou Zhiruo's biggest advantage is that she knows light skills, and her light skills are excellent, which is enough to sneak into this temple like an uninhabited person when she is alone.

This gives them a chance to do something unexpected and secretly.

And now that she suddenly heard the news, she naturally told Cao Wei that she was watching over there and asked him to act according to the plan and not be confused.

To be honest, having such a master is really worry-free. Cao Wei also breathed a sigh of relief and decided to do it directly.

"Okay, there is Ayi watching over there, so you can rest assured for the time being. Our main task is to deal with the high priest first. You know what to do in detail."

"Don't worry, we are professional. We guarantee that we won't drag you down!"

With Along's promise of reply, Cao Wei once again pretended to be dead. Soon, rumbling drums began to sound outside the temple.

"This is the God-Sacrifice Drum. Time is here and the ceremony is about to begin! Let's go!"

"Go? Where to go?"

I thought the so-called ritual was in this cave, but it was obvious that they thought too much.

The high priest or that ancestor obviously did not mean to stuff so many outsiders into his territory. The so-called sacrificial ceremony was actually held outside.

As soon as the temple door opened and walked out, what caught my eye was a dense crowd of heads.

About two or three hundred people were kneeling there, almost blocking the entire temple. Looking at their outfits, they were all solemn black clothes and bright red scarves. Looking around, they were all red and black, and they were a bit extraordinary in terms of momentum.

Around the surroundings, several villagers carrying bows and arrows held up torches and surrounded the entire temple. In front of the temple gate, several men from Kong Wu were struggling with the half-person-high leather drums.

The sound of dong dong dong is deafening, and it seems to be hitting the person's heart. The sound of drums makes people's heart beat violently with the rhythm. After listening for a long time, it is as if even the heart is about to pop out by itself.

The sound, coupled with the dark moon and high wind at the moment, and the two hideous statues in front of the temple that looked like snake lizards under the swaying fire, directly created a horror atmosphere. However, A Qiang couldn't help but swallowed.

"Damn, there are so many people. If they rush over in the future, it will be difficult to deal with."

"As long as you can hold the high priest, they dare not. Don't talk, someone will see it!"

"Old patriarch, are you in better health?"

Looking at Cao Wei behind Bazhu, the man standing at the forefront among the crowd below immediately asked in surprise.

Judging from his appearance, he was probably Bazhu's father's hardcore confidant. This solved Cao Wei's confusion. He just said that Bazhu's father was also the head of a village, and he wouldn't have been as good as Wang Lun back then, and even a confidant disappeared.

But when he made a statement, Cao Wei was embarrassed. People treated him as Bazhu's father, but he didn't know who this guy was. If there was a problem with the corresponding problem, wouldn't it be missed?

He was thinking about whether to get away with the cough, but Bazhu was the first to speak out.

"Uncle Hua Li, my father just met the high priest and felt a little uncomfortable, so I won't reply to you!"

Is this a slander on the high priest's head?

Seeing what Bazhu meant, Cao Wei said aloud, coughing while shook his head helplessly.

And his appearance of a rotten wood fell into the eyes of the people below, which immediately made Hua Li's face dark, and even the few people around him showed a depressed look.

Obviously, like Hua Li, they are all fans of the old patriarch. But at the moment, they can only be regarded as losers in this village.

It is not surprising that a small village with more than 200 people can have such internal struggles. After all, there are worlds where there are people, so who dares to say that there is harmony around them?

Cao Wei's affairs were not his own, but he just continued to hold his body. Soon, the drums were sounded, and as the temple gate opened again, the high priest walked out with his head held high and his chest held high.
Chapter completed!