I swallowed and killed gods in a strange world

Chapter 106 Sacrifice
Inside the worship shrine of the largest mansion in the village.

The girl lay quietly on a wooden bed built in the center of the shrine.

She gazed calmly at the high wooden beams hanging from the top of the shrine, and while the corners of her mouth slightly curved, she silently recited the name Agu gave her.

Li Henshui.

Is it because Agu knows I hate water?

The girl pursed her lips slightly, and an uncontrollable joy surged in her heart.

"Ah Shui, do you really want to participate in the sacrifice?"

Hearing the words, the girl turned her head to look at the village chief who was standing beside her. Her gaze shifted and finally stopped on the village chief's white temples, and she couldn't help but think of Agu who hadn't changed for more than ten years.

"That's it for the village chief." The girl's voice was calm.

"Ah Shui, it's all me."

"Woohoo." The girl standing beside the village chief, who was about the same age as the girl, kept sobbing in a low voice: "I was the one who secretly told the villagers that you picked up the wild boar, and I was the one who secretly added herbs to your cakes." also me."

"It's not all my fault."

The girl lying on the wooden board was stunned when she heard the words, and immediately said in relief: "It's okay, it's my job to make the life of the villagers better."

"Hey" the village chief sighed, caressed the girl beside him, then looked deeply at the girl lying on the wooden board: "It's time."

After his words fell, a melodious bell rang outside the hall.

The atmosphere inside and outside the room suddenly became silent and suppressed.

The girl looked around at the villagers who surrounded her with their heads bowed in the shrine.

She saw the villagers who often bullied and abused her when she was a child, saw the servants of the gods who painted strange runes with various colors of paint on the outside of the shrine, and heard the only angel in the village who could communicate with the gods praying and talking with the gods. communicate.

"Great Owusa, please save us. It hasn't rained in Hegan Village for three years. The river is dry and the wells are dry. The people in Hegan Village are dying."

"Great Owusa, please listen to my prayers, please send down the rain, and guide my riverside village to a way out."

Low and euphemistic prayers with weird syllables kept coming out of the envoy's mouth.

The girl listened to the prayers muttered by the envoy, watched the sharp hatchet raised in her hand, and watched the hatchet fall with a strange light shining under the dim butter lamp.

There was no fear in her eyes, but the tears in the corners of her eyes poured down like a burst bank for some unknown reason.

Under the big tree on the hill outside the village, the young man looked up at the dark village.

His eyes are sharp and seem to see through everything.

He looked at the girl lying on the wooden plank, with a complex look of annoyance on his face.

He can see the girl's past, and also vaguely glimpse the girl's future.

But he couldn't see what the girl was thinking.

"Everything is preordained, isn't it?" The young man shook his head and smiled wryly.

This scene had been foreseen when he saw the girl.

Even the encounter with the girl, he already knew everything in the more distant past.

He looked up at the cold moon in the sky.

Waiting for what happens next.

The image of a sharp hatchet falling on the girl's neck flickered in his eyes.

Even if the blood spatter seemed to be splashing in his eyes, the young man remained indifferent.

He watched the girl's head detached from her body coldly like a stone statue that existed in ancient times, and watched the villagers in the village who seemed to be possessed by demons take out the best virgin limbs in the village that they had accumulated in the past year. The best virgin body, took out the most precious cotton silk thread in their village.

Watching the envoy who is willing to be the servant of the god, he sewed the girl's head and the limbs of other virgins together with cotton thread.

The technique of the god's envoy is proficient, and she has long been familiar with the skill of sewing the witch, and every stitch and every thread are just right.

The young man just looked down at the villagers behaving like madmen, without any thought of obstructing them.

Fires of various colors began to burst out around the shrine in the village, and the flames ignited, and the dark sky above the shrine was illuminated red.

All kinds of filthy prayer sounds and the sound of mass linger around the shrine.

Holding the hatchet high, the envoy walked out of the shrine step by step.

The servants of the gods around the shrine knelt down and got ready to meet the gods.

"Great Ousa! Please enjoy our offerings! Please guide us in the way of survival!"

The envoy pressed the hatchet to her forehead, her expression was pious and fanatical.

The moment her voice fell, the surrounding god servants and villagers kneeling on the ground seemed to be suppressed by something.

The surrounding air became viscous like a quagmire.

It seems that some great existence is about to come.

With a sound of "Buzz!", a dark red light suddenly lit up in the shrine.

What reflects it is the stagnant space that begins to distort around the shrine.

On the temporary wooden bed in the shrine, the dark red diamond-shaped crystals on the forehead of the girl's head trembled as if they were about to separate from her head, and the dark red radiance flooded the entire shrine.

Outside the shrine, the stagnant space distorted a cloud of dark and strange black mist, as if something without roots emerged out of thin air.

The envoy holding the hatchet noticed this strange change, and she couldn't help but fell to the ground and knelt down, like a most devout believer.

She lowered her head, and she believed that it was because of her piety that the gods were willing to come here.

As if bathed in supreme glory, she twisted her head and looked up at the dark mist.

"Great Ousa! Please listen to us"

The trembling voice of the envoy stopped abruptly, and she stared at the frantic tentacles struggling out of the black mist.

The eyeballs rolling ferociously on the tentacles made her shudder.

"Puff, puff."

Countless dark purple tentacles sprang out from the black mist, densely packed eyeballs kept rolling, the next moment the black mist seemed to be sucked into nothingness, and a huge dark red ball suddenly appeared outside the shrine .

The dark red sphere was surrounded by dark purple tentacles and floated outside the hall.

"Who?"

A viscous and disgusting sound, like a devil whispering, came from the ball.

As the sound came, the dark red ball burst open to reveal a huge eyeball.

The envoy stared blankly at the god she had summoned, and her expression suddenly seemed to be either happy or sad, and completely opposite emotions were crowded on her gradually distorted face.

Her mind was blank, and she didn't notice that her split head was being caressed by a dark purple tentacle.

Tentacles penetrated into her split head and sucked frantically the disgusting red, yellow and white protein substance in her split head.

Until the brains in the skull were sucked out, the sluggish envoy still knelt down devoutly.

The "great" envoy spoke stiffly again, but at this moment she seemed to have forgotten everything.

She forgot who she was, what she was going to do, and whether she was still alive.

(End of this chapter)