Cultivation is too difficult, and people will die if they do the tasks.

Bai Wan'er also traveled around the world for some time and learned about some situations in the world. It turns out that Leng Qingqing is a border citizen, which is equivalent to the ethnic minority in his previous life.

Bai Wan'er will never discriminate against compatriots from ethnic minorities, but is more envious.

I remember when I was taking the junior high school entrance examination, one of my classmates was from an ethnic minority and was given extra points. Bai Wan'er almost looked up her family tree when she got home, expecting to become a minority.

This world is different. Ethnic minorities are regarded as uncivilized people. Border people are untouchables and are looked down upon. In some places, it is even stipulated that border people cannot study or become officials.

Therefore, some border residents try to change their appearance and integrate into the mainstream group. Just to not be looked down upon.

In one sentence, the world is a world where ethnic conflicts are intensified, with official approval and blatant racial discrimination.

When Leng Zijiao heard this, his face darkened and he stopped talking.

The three of them were about to leave when suddenly every house in the village opened their doors and people came out one after another. Lanterns and torches illuminated the scene brightly, and everyone carried food on their shoulders and in their burdens and baskets.

The villagers gradually gathered at the door of the two houses, and the crying came from these two houses.

"Li family, open the door. It's getting late, so don't miss the time." An old man knocked on the door.

There was a loud cry at the door.

"Mother, mother, no, don't send me away..."

"Son, my son..."

"Daughter-in-law, please let go, there is nothing you can do about it..."

"Mother, mother, no, I don't want to go..."

The cries of children, the sad cries of women, and the helpless sighs of men all come one after another.

Same thing in another one.

People standing outside the door lowered their heads, and some women couldn't stop wiping away tears.

Seeing that the door was not opening, the white-haired old man could only wave to the people around him. Three or four strong men came up and burst the door open.

Several women and men walked into the yard and entered the house.

Not long after, a man took out a five or six-year-old boy from the house. The boy cried and made a fuss, and a woman ran out of the house and tried to snatch the child from the man's hands. He was stopped by three or four village women.

"Hu'er, Hu'er, give me back my Hu'er..."

The woman's shrill scream broke through the courtyard wall. Everyone present turned their heads, unable to bear to look at the sad scene.

The same scene happened in another house.

A little girl aged sixty-seven was taken out of her home by a woman. The child's mother almost fainted from crying and was hugged tightly by a man.

The girl shouted at the man: "Dad, dad, help me, I don't want to go."

A ten-year-old boy ran out of the house and grabbed the girl from the woman's arms: "Let my sister go, let my sister go..."

The girl held the boy's hand tightly: "Brother, brother, I'm scared!"

Seeing that the woman couldn't get away, a man immediately walked up next to her and pushed the boy away: "Don't be troublesome, it will be bad if you delay the time."

The boy fell to the ground, his scalp bleeding.

The little girl was taken away.

The boy struggled to get up and limped after him.

Leng Zijiao could no longer move. Leng Qingqing sighed: "Let's go and have a look."

Bai Wan'er was so shocked by the sight before her that her heart tightened. Human tragedies that could only be seen through a screen in my previous life are happening right in front of my eyes. Such a scene shocked Bai Wan'er, who lived in a prosperous country in her previous life.

The three people followed the villagers quietly. The villagers came to the grain drying field in the center of the village, where several elderly people had already set up incense tables and candles.

There is a painting on the incense table. The painting looks very old and has been smoked by fireworks. He could only vaguely see clouds and mist, with half of his figure sticking out from the clouds.

The villagers gathered here, and the boys and girls cried, but the rest were eerily quiet.

Two women came over with a bowl of potion in their hands. They opened the child's mouth and drank it forcefully. After a while, the boy and the girl fell asleep.

Someone brought two small bamboo sedans, which were also covered with soft quilts. The two children were neatly packed and put into the two sedans respectively.

The old man lit three sticks of incense and took the lead in kneeling down. The rest of the people also knelt down and kowtowed to the painting on the incense table.

The old man muttered something. After saying that, he put the incense in the incense burner, stood up and announced: "The auspicious time has come, send the fairy boy to worship the gods."

Eight strong men each lifted two bamboo sedans and walked to the foot of the mountain outside the village under the leadership of an old man.

The villagers stopped when they arrived at the edge of the village. They watched the group disappear into the mountain col, and it took a long time before they dispersed and returned home.

Leng Qingqing, Leng Zijiao and Bai Wan'er followed quietly behind, and the people in front would never be able to notice.

"Senior sister, do you think the villagers are going to sacrifice something like this?" Leng Zijiao asked.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice a living child!"

Although Bai Wan'er had some vague thoughts, when she really heard about human sacrifice, she was still horrified and couldn't help but speak out.

"Of course, fairy children worship gods. If they don't offer sacrifices, how can they send their children to become immortals?"

Leng Qingqing glanced at Bai Wan'er and looked down on her strange appearance.

"How can there be a god who wants human sacrifice? This is a seal...it's really unreasonable."

Bai Wan'er swallowed the words "feudal superstition" hard. This world itself is dominated by superstition and cultivating immortals to become gods.

"Of course a real god will not ask for human sacrifice. Those who want human sacrifice can only be monsters." Leng Zijiao snorted.

"It seems that this goblin has reached the end of his life today." Bai Wan'er immediately added.

Although Bai Wan'er is afraid of trouble, she will hide whenever she can. However, neither Bai Wan'er, who was cultivating immortality, nor Lin Yanqiu in her previous life could accept such a tragic human incident.

This is against the will of heaven.

The mountain road is winding and rugged, and the old man is walking at the front holding a lantern. Although his hair is gray, his steps are light and strong, showing that he is getting stronger with age.

Eight strong men carried the sedan, walking steadily and lightly. They are just two children. For these people who can carry a hundred kilograms of weight over mountains and ridges, it is a piece of cake.

But even though the journey was so easy, several people had solemn expressions on their faces, staring intently and keeping silent.

After walking for most of the night, near the second watch, the group came to the entrance of a huge and deep cave. Next to the cave was a stone shrine.

The strong man gently placed the two bamboo sedans at the entrance of the cave and retreated outside the cave.

The old man opened the bamboo basket he carried with him, took out the incense candle and lit it, then took out a small jar, opened it, and sprayed it on the incense table.

After spraying, lightly touch the candle flame on top.

A group of blue flames immediately flashed and burned, burning more and more in the air, spreading to both sides to form a huge circle, enclosing a group of people in it.

The old man immediately knelt down, and eight strong men also knelt on the ground, pressing their faces to the ground, muttering to themselves without even daring to take a glance.

The blue flames burned higher and higher, forming a dome in the sky, enveloping everyone in it.