Below the stone statue.

It was filled with food, wild fruits, grains, and a small amount of meat that they would never bear to eat on weekdays.

suddenly.

A dirty little hand stretched out and secretly reached towards the sacrifices.

Snapped!

Haven't encountered it yet.

But he was slapped hard by a big hand.

Wow.

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

"This is for the messenger!"

A skinny man yelled angrily with red eyes: "Who told you to touch it!"

"I'm hungry……"

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

The man's heart tightened, he steeled himself, and said with a straight face: "This is disrespectful to the messenger..."

"well."

An old sigh sounded.

At the front of the crowd.

The old sacrificial witch gave a bitter smile, stood up shakily, took out a fruit from the sacrifice, handed it to the child, and said softly: "Eat it."

I don’t know how long I have been hungry.

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

"Dad, you're not hungry."

The man suppressed his sadness and held back the fruit.

Naturally, there was more than one child. Seeing him eating deliciously, the other children secretly swallowed their saliva.

"Let's split it up."

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

moment.

A dozen small and thin children swarmed up.

"Sacrifice to the witch."

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

"It doesn't matter."

The priest shook his head, "How can the envoy blame us for such a trivial matter?"

The man was startled.

Look at the stone statue.

He finally asked a question that he never dared to ask on weekdays, "Witch sacrifice, my grandfather is waiting, my father is waiting, and now I too..."

He touched the child's head.

He whispered: "Can we really see the day when the messenger comes?"

Hear the words.

The shaman was silent.

Gradually.

The man's eyes began to look desperate.

Not just him.

The rest of the tribe also had sad faces, and the last light in their eyes was about to disappear.

"Will do."

After a while, the priest took a look at the stone statue. It was full of cracks and crumbling. He didn't know how long it had been here.

"The stone statue will not fall."

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

The voice fell.

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

next moment.

A figure fell from the sky!

Wearing a ghost robe and a ghost mask on his face, his breath is cold and does not look like a stranger.

"messenger……"
Chapter completed!