There was an indescribable weirdness on Tian Muqing's face as she walked step by step towards the end of the altar and the slaughtering platform.
It seemed that the living god in her body was waking up and was about to fulfill the ancient contract.
Although I was terrified, I couldn't just watch Tian Muqing die here.
I immediately stepped forward and snatched the bronze sword from her hand.
Just as she was about to throw the bronze sword down the stone beam, Tian Muqing suddenly turned around and grabbed it.
The two of them fought, and the bronze sword fell into the sacrificial pit.
She swayed and fell backwards as if lost.
I hurriedly grabbed Tian Muqing and asked her to lean on the pillar.
I saw her eyes were straight, her body was shaking, and she couldn't say a word.
Ask me shamelessly, what is Tian Muqing’s condition now?
I said, "She was possessed by a ghost, and the ghost wanted her to die in the sacrificial pit."
Shamelessly asked: "Can we save her?"
I said: "You can be saved even if you can't save it.
According to my understanding, the ghost side is the underworld.
In short, it is the place where people go after death.
The village blocks the door to the underworld.
Once the blood sacrifice ceremony is completed, the village will be transformed into the underworld."
For Netherland, although all the villagers have died, we haven’t escaped yet.”
Cheeky understood and said, "We can't let her die, otherwise our three brothers will be buried with her."
I said: "If you don't bury her with this village, you can't just die without saving her.
She is a human being of flesh and blood.
She can't live again after she dies."
He said shamelessly: "That's what I said, but you and I, Dayan Die'er, are also mud Buddhas crossing the river now, and we can't protect ourselves."
I said: "It's too early to despair now.
This village has not really disappeared, otherwise we wouldn't be able to get here.
Since we got in, we should be able to get out."
Tian Muqing said: "Don't worry about me.
Unless I die in this cave, the curse on the day when the village was destroyed will not disappear."
He said cheekily and anxiously: "There is no road leading to the village, so where can we escape?"
I saw that the indescribable weird look on Tian Muqing's face disappeared and returned to its previous appearance.
I asked her: "Do you feel better?"
Tian Muqing said: "I don't know why, but the suffocating feeling in King Nuo Palace came back.
I was suddenly very scared, but my mind became much clearer."
He said shamelessly: "Something's not right.
This place seems different from before.
It smells like something."
I sniffed with my nose, and there was an extra breath of blood in the gloomy sacrificial pit, but I couldn't see anything in the dark surroundings.
I saw a few giant candles on the slaughtering table at the end of the stone beam, so I lit them with a torch.
On the way up, we saw the blood mist appearing in the sacrificial pit.
Previously, we chopped off the head of the Nuo woman on the meat mound in the village, and the resentment that could not be dissipated turned into blood mist.
At that time, we only saw it in our hearts.
Damn, I didn’t expect to follow you here.
I thought to myself that there was a blood mist appearing in the temple, which meant that something bad was going to happen.
There must be a way out, but we haven't found it yet.
If we die in the sacrificial pit at this moment, there would be no hope.
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Just as I had this idea, my ankle suddenly tightened and I was grabbed by a hand.
The hand was cold and stiff, and the fingers were like iron hooks.
I suddenly felt a sharp pain.
When I lowered my head, I saw that I was dead on the stone beam.
One of the villagers stretched out his hand and grabbed my ankle.
The Wu Nuo mask on the corpse's face had long since fallen off.
The mouth was wide open on the face as dry as tree bark, and it made a strange cry like a night owl, which sounded like what I was talking about.
The female corpse encountered in the tomb passage is almost the same.
I panicked and picked up the shovel and chopped it down.
The villager had been dead in the sacrificial pit for a long time, and his body was almost withered.
His forearm was cut in two by the shovel blade.
The severed hand of the mummy kicked off the stone beam, and a piece of flesh had been scratched off the calf by the dead man's nails, dripping with blood.
The dead corpse of the villager with the severed hand made a strange noise from its mouth, and stretched out another hand to grab it.
The cheeky man next to him was faster, turning the butt of his gun upside down and smashing it down hard, but with a "pop" sound, the dead man's head was ripped off on the spot.
After smashing the flower open, there was no splash of flesh and blood, but a cloud of blood mist emerged from the cavity and landed on the corpse of another villager next to it.
The corpse grunted twice and stood up from the ground.
Shamelessly, without waiting for the corpse to get up, he picked up the gun, pulled the trigger, and blew off the opponent's head with one shot.
The dead body of the villager swayed and fell to the ground without moving.
Suddenly, a wisp of blood mist rose from the body and fell on the mummy next to it.
Cheeky felt panicked and hurriedly fired a second shot, hitting the villager in the chest.
The dead body of the villager was knocked down by the recoil, but as if he didn't notice it, he got up immediately and rushed forward with outstretched hands.
Shamelessly checking that his pockets were empty, he realized that there was no ammunition.
He had no choice but to throw down his gun, pull out his pickaxe, and hit the villager with a full pickaxe, aiming to dig a hole in the opponent's head.
How could he know that The villager who stood upright stretched his hands forward and just grabbed the handle of the pickaxe.
He was so shameless that he couldn't swing the pickaxe back.
He tried to snatch it but couldn't get it back.
Seeing the stalemate between the two parties, I immediately took two steps forward, held the torch and poked the villager in the face.
Shameless took the opportunity to grab the mountain pickaxe and hit it on the head with the pickaxe.
The pickaxe was inserted into the head of the villager.
He took the mountain pickaxe and took a few steps back, then fell on his back to the ground.
Blood mist emerged from the hole dug by the mountain pickaxe.
It came out and filled the air without dissipating.
The mist split into wisps like a living snake and got into the mouths of the dead villagers
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