Below the stone statue.

It is filled with food, wild fruits, grains, and a small amount of meat that they are reluctant to eat on weekdays.

Suddenly.

A dirty little hand reached out and secretly poked over the offerings.

Bang!

Haven't encountered it yet.

But he was slapped hard by a big hand.

A wow sound.

The child, who was about three or four years old and was as hungry as skinny as his bones, burst into tears.

"This is for the messenger!"

A skinny man shouted with red eyes and said angrily: "Who asked you to touch it!"

"I'm hungry..."

"You can't touch even if you're hungry!"

The man felt a little nervous, and said with a stern face: "This is disrespect to the messenger..."

"well."

An old sigh rang out.

The crowd is at the forefront.

The elderly witch smiled bitterly, stood up tremblingly, took out a fruit from the offering, handed it to the child, and said softly: "Eat it."

I don't know how long I've been hungry.

The child took the fruit and started chewing it. After half of it, he realized something. He carefully handed the fruit to the man's lips and said timidly: "Dad, you eat..."

"Dad is not hungry."

The man endured the sadness and blocked the fruit back.

Of course there were more than one child. Seeing that he was eating sweetly, the other children also secretly swallowed their saliva.

"Let's split."

The witch sighed again, "They can't bear the hunger."

moment.

A dozen thin children rushed up.

"Sacrifice to the witch."

The man was anxious, "This is..."

"It doesn't matter."

The witch shook her head, "Why would the messenger blame us for this little thing?"

The man was stunned.

Look at the stone statue.

He finally asked a question that he didn't dare to ask on weekdays, "Sacrifice to the witch, my grandfather is waiting, my father is waiting, now I am too..."

Touched the child's head.

He whispered, “Can we really see the day when the messenger came?”

Hearing words.

The witch sacrifice was silent.

Gradually.

The man's eyes began to despair.

Not only him.

The other tribe members also looked sad, and the last light in their eyes was about to dissipate.

“Yes.”

A moment later, the witch took a look at the stone statue, covered with cracks and was shaking. I don’t know how long it had been here.

"The stone statue does not fall."

He said firmly: "The messenger... will definitely come!"

The words fell.

The dim sky suddenly trembled, and endless dim clouds continued to gather, turning into a vortex portal!

The next moment.

A figure fell from the sky!

He was wearing a ghost robe and had an evil ghost mask on his face, and his aura was cold, unlike a stranger.

"messenger……"
Chapter completed!