When he saw the girl in red robe, Feng Chang's face, which was originally quite gentle, immediately became cold.

"The first tribe does not welcome the believers of Jiu Shen." He said: "——Personally, I also hope that you will terminate the contract with her as soon as possible, or kill her directly, so as not to over time, your body will be covered with the filthy breath of Jiu Shen."

He did not make any suggestions on the situation of Simbury. As his own brother, he was really desperate to hope that she would die.

Su Mingan originally thought that Feng Chang and Xi Boer would be a misunderstood relationship like Sheng Qi and Qin Wang, but he didn't expect that Feng Chang really hated her and hated this pagan, so much that he hoped she would die.

Blood ties seem to not exist in them at all, only faith is more important.

Feng Chang and Su Lin walked directly through the unopened gate of the farm, left here, and ignored Xi Boer's coma.

They can leave directly because they are not contestants in the ritual.

Su Mingan looked at the unconscious Xiboer. He knew that he could only wait to go back and ask Teacher Fang and the old woman. They should have a way to suppress the curse.

...By the way, are those Black Lamb players still shopping on the street? He hasn't interfered with them in carving the altar for so long, and the eight altars have not been finished yet?

This small copy was really played by this group of Black Lamb players as a farm simulator.

He walked towards the second floor of the nearest processing plant and heard a "bang bang" footsteps, as if someone was running violently.

He pushed open the door on the second floor and saw a figure leaping down from the other side. It was Isabella, and he saw her unique white coat.

He did not mean to chase, but walked towards the altar on the second floor. The altar was located on the iron stairs. At this time, it had been carved a little, and the blood of the knocked animals dripped all over the ground, dripping along the connection of the iron plate to the processing machine below.

"Puff puff puff puff" white smoke rose. This processing plant is in automated production. There is only the "ding ding dangdang" sound of automatic hammer falling in his ears, which is particularly strange in the silence.

Su Mingan took out the paintbrush in his arms, dipped it on the blood, raised it, and stroked it—

Bright red colors appear on the altar and are outlined along the blurred lines.

[You are carving the altar, current progress: 18%]

[The props you use are (ordinary carving brushes) and (ordinary animal blood), and the carving efficiency is extremely low.]

...

Su Mingan drew for a while and found that the speed was indeed very slow.

He put away his pen and hid the unconscious Siber in the cabinet beside him, turned around, raised his head, and aimed at the direction of the iron plate at the height.

The road leading to the third floor is not a safe iron staircase, but iron plates with height difference one by one. These iron plates are inserted on the stone wall next to them at a distance, and people need to jump over them.

His legs bent slightly, exerted force and jumped.

The A-level jumping force of Shufeng Long Boots played a very gratifying role at this time. At the moment of jumping, he felt a natural propulsion coming from his feet, and his entire jumping height was a little higher.

"Bang!"

A loud noise sounded. He successfully jumped onto the iron plate in front. Because he exerted too much force, he was still too far ahead and almost fell down the vacant area between the two high and low iron plates.

Below was a soldering iron that was burning red. The temperature made his face turn red. Even if he died and returned, he didn't want to die like this. If the first player was scalded to death because of a gap... this would be too embarrassing and it was simply a dramatic ending.

However, if the previous return of death was to jump into the world line, it is not ruled out that he had experienced many times, such a true death that could be called a ridiculous ending...

His legs bent slightly, grasped the angle, and jumped again, like parkour. After repeating it several times, he successfully reached the platform on the third floor.

The third floor was very quiet, with only a wooden door at the front of the platform. He reached out and after melting the gap between the wooden door, he kicked open the door.

"hiss……"

Ying was so delicate that he was weak and his legs were ached. After taking a breath, he still suppressed his voice.

If he had a state of enlightenment, it would not be so troublesome. He could just kick the wooden door to pieces. Unfortunately, this world is a bit weird, and he really dared not switch states.

The night wind came towards us, and the air was mixed with the smell of rotten and blood.

This is the tallest building on the farm. From here you can almost see the whole view of this farm. The view is extremely vast and there is a sense of radiance that looks down on all living beings.

The fences in the distance, the blocked gates, the wheat fields swaying in the dark night, like scarecrows of skeletons, and the altars that emit blood-red light... They merged in his vision in an extremely compatible manner, carrying a dark blood-colored negative film, like a night oil painting with a low saturation.

Several corpses were scattered everywhere on the farm, like dead beetles, with the cold black mist covering their gradually melting and rotting corpses.

Su Mingan stood at the edge of the platform, looking into the distance, and faintly saw a touch of golden yellow that was about to be out of the cage.

...Dawn is coming.

No matter what happens at this night, it seems that with the arrival of day, all ugliness will be buried in the passing darkness.

Those dead and hideous corpses are just an insignificant part of everything that happens in this world. No one cares about the struggles and pains that have been experienced here.

As he turned around, a white shadow suddenly appeared on the original path.

It was a woman in white coat who suddenly appeared on the rooftop.

She seemed to have been waiting there for a while, but she didn't say anything, and she saw him turn around and spoke.

"I'm glad to meet you." The woman combed her scattered hair and looked quiet: "My name is Isabella."

Her skin is as white as marble, with a sharp stone texture, black and thick eyebrows, straight nose bridge, beautiful and thin lips, and a natural confidence in her eyes.

When she looked at him, she did not show any nervous movements, but stood calmly at the door, with a silver-white mechanical ball hovering over her shoulder.
Chapter completed!