Eighty-eight.

Chen Hao walked forward slowly. It was a bit strangely quiet. He could only hear the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground. The air was a little cold. He blew out and formed a faint white mist, which changed into various shapes, like ghosts, and wanted to choose someone to eat.

He raised his head and looked at him carefully. He always felt something staring at him in the dark. He began to think it was these lifelike statues of strange beasts, but when he got closer, he found that it was not at all. The feeling came from above the statues, as if it was inside the bronze hall.

Chen Hao stretched out his arm deeply, touching the huge copper wall in front of him with his five fingers, but suddenly retracted like an electric shock. He placed his arm on his chest, his face pale and bloodless, and sweating like rain.

Because of his nervousness, his heart made a rapid thumping sound, he felt that the existence staring at him was not these strange beasts, nor the interior of the bronze hall, but the pictures on this huge bronze wall, and faint shouts came from his ears, as if all the characters in these pictures were turning around at this moment.

A "boom" thunder exploded, and the earth trembled endlessly, causing Chen Hao to stagnate and almost pressed his hands into the mud all over the floor.

Wait, mud? Chen Hao was puzzled. He raised his head, but was surprised to find that he was in a wilderness, with a drop of cold raindrops hitting his cheeks, and it was biting cold.

He suddenly panicked. Wasn't he standing in front of the bronze hall just now? The whole piece of smooth bluestone under his feet should be trampling on it. How could it turn into soft soil in a blink of an eye?

He closed his eyes lightly and shook his head, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he was shocked again and saw several naked upper bodies standing in front of him with oil paint.

These people had dark skin, as if they were often dressed up and walked in the sun. There were chains of animal teeth hanging on their necks to form necklaces, and their hair was messy, like savages.

"You are..." Chen Hao frowned and asked with difficulty. He shook his head, always feeling that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it in a vague way.

"Cuber, Couber, are you okay?" asked a "savage" who looked like a young man with concern.

"Cooper?" Chen Hao pointed at himself in confusion, "Are you calling me?"

He looked at himself in surprise, but saw a grass skirt around his waist, covered in oil, just like the few people in front of him, and there were also strange phenomena on his neck. He grabbed it with his hands, but his hand was pierced by a sharpness. He took a few breaths in pain.

It was actually an animal tooth, which was sharper than a sword. Chen Hao sighed. His body was unique. The sharpness of this animal tooth could be seen.

But at this moment, he was suddenly stunned. My body was different. How did this sentence come about? He carefully looked back at the memory, but he couldn't find out where the difference came from, like the thought of being leaned over by some ghost.

He bent his fingers into a fist and gently tapped his forehead. He felt his brain surging like a piece of paste, some things were falling, and some memories were like mushrooms after a rain, causing him to have a split headache and miserable pain.

"Cooper?" another young man shouted impatiently, "Don't stand and stare blankly anymore. We have to carry the sacrifice to the altar as soon as possible. If it is too late, I'm afraid the wizard will blame you!"

"Sacrifice?" Chen Hao's body shook, he opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes gradually returned to clear. He nodded suddenly and said, "It's time to hurry up. I just took a nap and dreamed of something strange. Why didn't you wake me up immediately?"

"Little nap?" The three teenagers looked at each other in confusion, and one of them said with a frown: "You were indeed confused just now, and you forgot our names, but you were not asleep."

"Is that right?" Chen Hao grabbed his head and smiled awkwardly, "Maybe I remembered it wrong! How could I forget your names? You are Chilra, you are Rodman, and you are Connor."

"Fortunately you didn't forget." A young man nodded and joked, "I've been playing since I was a child. If you forget me even, I'll give you a fist to make you wake up and remember again."

Chen Hao glanced at the corner of his mouth to show helplessness. He looked around and asked in confusion: "Where is the sacrifice? You are right, it's getting late, we have to hurry up."

"We have hidden it." Chilra said, "There are also earth dragon dung dung sprinkles around. Recently, there are many wind beasts in the wilderness, and they are in groups. When asked about the smell of blood, they will swarm. If you encounter it unfortunately, only the high priest who is favored by the gods can have the means to resist it."

"Yes, it is said that this time I went to the altar to hold a ritual to summon the god Linfan, lead us out of this dangerous wilderness, swallow up one tribe after another, and finally form a big city like Shangye City."

Rodman said, walking more than twenty steps forward, moving a ball of weeds that were exactly the same as the surroundings, revealing a deep pit more than ten feet wide inside, and whimpering sounds from time to time.

Chen Hao walked forward curiously, leaned over and looked into the pit, but was surprised.

I saw a slender figure inside huddled in a corner of the pit, buried his head deep and kept sobbing, and his long black hair dragged onto the muddy ground, becoming yellow and mottled.

This is a girl with only a twig covering her shame, revealing her sallow complexion. She felt the strangeness above her head, slowly raised her head, revealing a pair of red eyes. Someone was still carved with a magic talisman on her forehead, and blood was slowly flowing, making her face very terrifying and ferocious.

The girl stared coldly at Rodman and Connor who jumped out of the pit and wanted to grab his body. She opened her mouth and made a hoarse voice, "People from the Evil God Tribe, you will be repaid. The god of heaven will immediately descend from the sky to destroy your evil altar. The blood left by my relatives will also be repaid with blood!"

Rodman's face was gloomy, and he walked up to grab the girl's slender hand, lifted her up suddenly, and slapped her backhand loudly, and said in a sinister way: "Very good, you blasphemer still have the strength to speak, and the smell of blood will definitely make the gods like it, Connor! Tie her on a wooden stand, bring the earth dragon dung, and set off towards the altar quickly!"

"yes!"

"Wait!" Chen Hao stopped him and frowned. He asked, "Is our offering her? Do you want to sacrifice to the living person?"

"That's natural!" Rodman nodded, with a strange look in his eyes, "Cooper, what's wrong with you today? This is a blasphemer. Even if he suffers the cruelest punishment in this world, it's not an exaggeration to just give her blood to the gods, she should feel glad and honor!"

Chen Hao shook his head. Although he still wanted to linger in his mouth, when he saw the changed color of Rodman, he had to swallow it carefully again.

At this time, Connor had already obtained several thick wooden frames. On a wide leaf I found from somewhere, the earth dragon dung was in a faint colorful color, not as stenchy as other feces.

Rodman nodded, dipped his fingers into the ground dragon feces, and wiped it randomly on his body, saying, "Cuber, Chilra, come and apply it on your body, otherwise you will be taken away by the Wind Beast, don't blame me for not reminding me!"

Chen Hao walked over after hearing this. Although he felt a little strange to apply feces to his body, he thought about it and did as he said. The unexpected discomfort did not come, but instead had a faint coolness, which made him amazed. It was indeed a good thing, but he didn't know if it really had the effect Rodman said.

"Cuber, you can also help this blasphemer. If you are taken away by the wind beast and lost the sacrifice, you may be furious to the wizard, and our lives will be lost!"

Chen Hao nodded, glanced at the extremely embarrassed girl, stretched out his dirty arm and gently applied it on the latter.

Thin! I don’t know if I’m hungry, but my tentacles are skinny and even a little uncomfortable. It’s hard to imagine how such a thin person can survive.

He sighed inexplicably before he touched the other person's face, and suddenly he became elbows and armpits!

The girl in front of her was like a crazy wild cat, biting his arm suddenly, causing him to scream.

"Give up!" Rodman, who was standing beside him, saw this and his eyes were quick and his hands were fast. He punched the girl's chin, but he heard a light crack, dislocating her bones. Chen Hao took out his arm, swaying constantly while sucking the cold air.

He looked closely and saw a large piece of meat had been bitten off the back of his hand, and a faint golden blood was slowly flowing out.

Golden? Chen Hao was suddenly stunned, as if he had seen something incredible. Rodman picked up the girl's chin, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, which made him suddenly wake up.

"What's wrong?" the former asked.

"Uh..." Chen Hao shook his head and frowned. He raised his arm and looked at the wound again, but was surprised to find that there was no faint golden color. Only scarlet blood was constantly oozing out, which made him blurt out the response that he had to die in the belly again.

"This little injury is nothing!" Rodman glanced at the girl who was already tied to the wooden frame and said lightly. He suddenly lifted the grass skirt around his waist, revealing a muscular right leg, and there was a fist-sized depression on his right leg. Someone dug a piece of meat.
Chapter completed!