C112 (1/2)

”You know that there are quite a few …”

After the villagers heard this scream, they all looked in the direction of the voice. The village chief, on the other hand, disapproved and continued to speak calmly to Liu Qing. Then, he slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the mountain.

The scream came from the mountain, but it was too sharp. It was as if the entire mountain was filled with screams, and they could not pinpoint where it came from.

The villagers all stared fixedly in the direction of the mountain. It was as if the end of the world had arrived, and their eyes were filled with fear.

”Don't be afraid, this is the result of the sacrifice.”

Since it's a sacrifice, naturally, I would receive some sort of response. It's just that I didn't expect this response to be so strange.

Then who was this offering to? Is it for the Ghost Being in the mountains? The people who died tragically in the village hoped that they would be able to get away. They hoped that they could show mercy and let this village go.

After all, I had truly felt the hatred this Ghost Being had for the entire village.

I have also personally read that Ghost Blood Yin Book. I have personally experienced the deep hatred within my bones from the play of death.

That hatred had developed to this point, there was no such thing as forgiveness. All that was left was to kill, to slaughter crazily!

The reason why the villagers were able to live until now was because those Ghost Being were bound by something.

The things that bound them could be the faith of the villagers, and the things that enjoyed the sacrifice could also be the same thing.

I've only felt the grudge of that pregnant woman, and I don't even know how many more of these bones are buried on this mountain.

In the end, just how many similar grievances had occurred, and how many innocent people had died in this land?

How much hatred and desolation were buried in this village? How much was deeply rooted in the marrow? Was there still any other Ghost Being in the ground that used their accumulated grievances to carve out the Ghost Blood Underworld Book?

No matter how many there were in the past, I know that from earlier on, there were two more children's grudges in this village.

As a sacrifice, these two children might even have their souls dissipated, leaving behind strands of resentment that drifted away with the wind.

Worshiper referred to not only the body, but also the soul.

When the soul was dispersed by a certain force, it would then truly dissipate and completely disappear.

Those who believe in reincarnation will think that the death of the body is not true death, and some people will believe that to a certain extent, one is immortal.

Reincarnation was a cycle. Birth, destruction, they repeated. As long as the soul remained, you would live.

However, every time he received a new life, there would be no memories of the past.

And what we call the Ghosts Traversing is a process of sending ghosts into the cycle of reincarnation.

To the heavens, this was a sin more serious than death.

At this time, the screams became louder and louder, more and more noisy, and one by one, they overlapped with each other. It was unknown just how many Ghost Being in the mountain were currently screaming.

I could even hear the trees rustling on the hill, even from our vantage point.

It could be imagined just how loud these trees were on the mountain.

As I listened to the sounds, I felt that these trees weren't just blown away by the wind.

It was as if there was something violently colliding with it. Bang, bang, bang. This kind of collision was faintly discernible.

More than once, I had dreamed of those blue-purple hands sticking out from the ground. They looked hideous and terrifying, and I couldn't help but link them together when I heard the sound of them colliding with each other.

After that, I saw that the sky was actually covered by the sky as if something had fallen from the sky.

The sky, which was originally not very bright, had now become incomparably gloomy, giving off a rather strange feeling.

I took a deep breath and carefully looked at what was falling from the sky.

Only when these things slowly landed did I realize that they were actually pieces of leaves.

After all, it was already this season. The leaves were extremely dry and emitted a gloomy aura of death.

The trees in the mountain were still waiting for new life.

Leaves followed the gusts of wind that blew over from the mountain and slowly fell down. The leaves rotated and emitted a kind of cold aura as they slowly fell onto my body.

Of course, it wasn't just me. It was everyone else.

Seeing this scene, many villagers directly kneeled down and loudly yelled,

”What a miracle!” A miracle! It's the appearance of a deity! ”

Indeed, this scene was very shocking. The withered yellow leaves that represented winter were falling down like flowers scattered from heaven, and there were so many of them.