Chapter 252 (2/2)

”Follow me and do everything next!”

Whirlpool wisdom tree roared again, which shocked everyone here. Stare at the whirlpool wisdom tree more carefully for fear of missing any plot.

But something surprising happened. The red haired child clenched his right hand into a fist and held it next to his head.

He took out a painless bear from the bear bag with his left hand,

”Follow me with your sharp weapons!”

As a fighting unit in a village, it is impossible for everyone present to have sharp weapons.

Whether it's suffering, or a sword in your hand, a sword or something.

Anyway, they took it out with their left hand.

But they don't understand what it means to do so.

What on earth is that child going to do?

Why such a ceremony?

What happens next?

Everything is a mystery.

But what surprised them happened when they were confused.

On vacation, my wisdom tree gradually put the bitterness on the wrist of his right hand.

Tear

The blood flowed down in an instant!

The whirlpool flows from the wrist of the wisdom tree to all parts of the arm. Maybe the night is dark.

But next to the electric lamp with a burning light, the sprinkling of blood is very clear.

Is he crazy?

This idea came into everyone's mind, but there was an inexplicable thing that seemed to urge them to do the same.

It's like a sense of sanctity, damn it! Is this the initiation ceremony of some kind of cult?

But under the threat of death, no one dared to disobey all this.

They have done it one by one. I have to deny that under such circumstances, these people have no cowardice at all.

Maybe it's because these are not everything compared with death.

When the blood splashed down, the familiar vortex and the voice of wisdom tree rang out again.

”Swear by the dead blood, I will be reborn today. I will gain more powerful strength and become a sharp blade or shield to punish the enemy and protect the village! ”

The voice fell, and the whirlpool wisdom tree raised his severed right wrist. It's like punching the sky!

Then, under the sky, the silent night was hit by hundreds of fists.

The deafening sound shook the earth, and the blood on the wrist splashed in the sky.

At this moment, I don't know why, maybe I was touched by the scene. Perhaps the sense of ceremony is too strong, and they seem to integrate into it.

This power may be named faith!

Whirlpool Zhishu looked at the scene and couldn't help nodding. His goal had been achieved.

These are young adults in their twenties, whose thinking is most easily touched.

Even if it's only for this moment, it's enough!

Other things, long-term change them, let the people of this village do it.

So, can I also meet the real object of this mission, Harada?