This is a woman with hair disguised and pale face. When she saw Lu Ming Yanchi look over, she slowly cracked her mouth.

This is so fucking different from human!

It's ugly.

The old village chief actively introduced Lu Ming Yanchi.

"It's our high priest. Although she looks terrible, she is actually a good person!"

"It's her who takes us to the 'black hole' for sacrifice every half a month."

A woman has no expression on her face and looks a bit cold and indifferent to being away from her.

The village chief prepared a room for Lu Ming Yanchi, and she cleaned it up casually and then settled down.

When Lu Ming and Yanchi waited in the middle of the night, the village chief knocked on her door.

Everyone in the village walked out of the house and lined up behind the high priest. The queue was very long, and the group walked one after another to the middle of the trunk of the pear tree.

——In the middle of the trunk is a huge, black hole.

It was gloomy inside and couldn't see anything clearly.

The villagers surrounded the high priest in the middle.

Everyone had a passionate smile on their faces - if the sacrifice is completed, nothing will happen in half a month.

The priest stood in the middle and opened his mouth.

Her voice was hoarse and a strange-tongued song appeared in her mouth?

There was a man standing beside Lu Ming Yanchi, a young man, who said a frivolous tone.

"This song was passed down from the mouths of the villagers before."

Lu Ming Yanchi was speechless, this...

“This is a village on the trees.”

“There are kind villagers.”

"Ghosts cannot attack."

“This is a village on the trees.”

"With the blessing of pear trees."

"Ghosts cannot attack."

"If you don't want to be attacked."

"Let the high priest worship the priest."

"Where you go, you will be blessed by God."

......

The ballads are still singing.

Behind Lu Ming Yanchi, cold sweat gradually appeared.

She looked at the happy faces of the villagers around her and felt terrified-

This so-called traditional folk song hides secrets that can be seen at a glance.

"Do you feel like this ballad...isn't right?"

“It feels.”

The young man chuckled indifferently.

"This song has no rhythm at all, and it is not worthy of being called a folk song."

Lu Ming Yanchi stood among the villagers, and the cold sweat on his back was not dry yet.

Each song hides several particularly sensitive words.

Take one word at the beginning of each sentence.

Connected together, "There are ghosts, and the ghosts are ghosts, and you must run away quickly!"

And the most terrifying thing is not this sentence.

But it was a loophole that could be seen at a glance, but these villagers were all unaware of it. After singing so many times, they didn’t notice anything?

The woman raised a red drum in her hand and handed a bright flower to the village chief.

Lu Ming Yanchi looked at the woman's actions in confusion.

"What is this for?"

A little girl next to her heard the words of her beautiful sister and pulled her hand.

"Sister, this is our sacrificial activity."

"The high priest said that human flesh and blood should be used to fill the pear tree with insufficient energy."

"No one would want to do it, so the villagers decided to use the means of passing flowers by beating drums."

I never expected that the drums and passing flowers can be used to kill people!

The little girl gently shook Lu Ming Yanchi's hand and looked at her with a smile.

"Sister, don't be afraid. Grandpa said: 'The flowers are in your hands, just throw them to the next person as soon as possible'."

This is what my grandfather told her before she died, grandfather...

Lu Ming Yanchi was stunned for a moment.

"What will happen to the person who is selected? Just throw it down?"

The girl shook her head, and the ponytail on her head looked very lively and cute.

"No, but I'll be tied here."

"At night, there will be heavy fog here."

"When the fog dissipates, the flesh and blood of the tied people will disappear... In the end, only a pile of bones will be left."

"The adults in the village said that the gods ate the flesh and blood."

The girl just finished speaking and then she started to beat the drum and pass the flowers.

The high priest slapped the drum in his hand, and the blood-red flowers were passed on in the hands of the villagers.

The little girl hugged Lu Mingyanchi's legs in fear.

Lu Ming Yanchi looked down at her.

The girl buried her face on Lu Mingyanchi's body, and her little hands had already spilled out of thin sweat.

"Sister, I'll just hold it for a while."

"I don't have a father or a mother... The rest of the village have their own family, the only grandpa..."

He was killed by beating a drum and passing the flower to his name.

"Are you scared?"

Lu Ming Yanchi touched her little head.

The girl raised her head and clenched her fists.

"I...I'm very brave!"

However, after saying this, she seemed a little lacking in confidence. After hesitating for a while, she hugged her tighter.

"Just, if my sister is afraid, you can hold me tightly..."

The flowers came quickly.

The moment Lu Ming Yanchi got it, he immediately wanted to hand it to the little girl next to him so that she could continue to pass it down.

However, she stared at the woman who was beating the drum and suddenly paused.

The thoughts in my mind seem slow, but the reality is actually just a moment. If she handed the flowers out at this time...

——This woman's hand speed slowed down and she was about to stop.

She made a hand-out action, but just raised her wrist a little.

The little girl stood on tiptoe and wanted to catch the red flower.

She is so anxious, sister, please give her the red flowers!

However, in this little effort wasted.

The drums stopped.

The little girl's face turned red in an instant, and the woman's kind eyes moved over

"Who is in the flower...?"

The girl stepped back from Lu Ming Yanchi and shouted loudly to the priest.
To be continued...