Rebirth ability: Mr. President, please accept the move

Now even Zhao Bohan laughed.

It's just a romance essay, do you want to play this tune?

is this necessary?

Shouldn't I be thinking about pushing someone down from time to time and torturing the opponent's chrysanthemum...

Just as he was thinking wildly, the stiff hand of the woman in the white skirt pressed down on his shoulder with a slap, "Good kill..."

Zhao Bohan was relieved, no matter what, this thing has grievances and vengeance, and it doesn't just have to find itself.

"Are you... dead or alive?"

"What do you say?"

Following her, Zhao Bohan didn't feel that there was anything unusual about the other party, even she still needed those bare feet to walk, and of course she wouldn't lose her back view, but he also felt chills in his heart.

He took off the clothes on his body and changed into priest's clothes.

"You are right. Now that you are the priest in this village, ordinary people dare not provoke you." The woman stopped and waited for him to finish dressing.

"Priest?"

"It's the monks who held the sacrifice. They are responsible for guarding the sacrifices in the center deep in the house, making sure that no one will approach the isolation room surrounded by double and triple, so as to prevent the sacrifices from having the desire to survive. So even their appearance is different. It is the same as the sacrifice, and cannot be seen by others."

Zhao Bohan raised his eyebrows. He was an enemy of that priest just now, but he could see his thin face clearly, and he didn't see what kind of mask he was wearing.

In other words, the person who just ran away to tell the patriarch that the sacrifice was dead has become quite dangerous now, and he can be recognized at any time.

"Put on the mask." The woman took a pale and indifferent mask from the wall of the corridor, and handed it to Zhao Bohan, "The height and body shape of all the priests are not far apart. Once wearing the mask, no one can do it." recognized you..."

Zhao Bohan took it and looked at the masks hanging on the wall, there are many more.

If this is the case, then I can also pretend to be a certain priest who is not known by others. Even if that person sees it, I can't be sure if I know it.

A priest with supernatural powers died, and he came to replace him. The number of people was not too many.In addition, without speaking, it may be better to understand what happened.

"In the village, apart from the patriarch, the priest is the biggest, and because he has the responsibility of guarding, you don't even need to speak. With a wave of your hand, someone will naturally understand what you mean and do things."

The woman walked to the edge of the tunnel, and twisted her neck, "It's up to you later, there's only so much I can do, and if I go further up, it's not within my reach!"

"Can you tell me something about the sacrifice?"

"No. Don't you want revenge? You can continue." As soon as the woman's voice fell, her body collapsed like a spatula.

He stepped forward and held the woman's arms, which were so cold and stiff that he didn't look like someone who had just died.

What communicated with him was not the poor sacrifice but some other "thing".

Zhao Bohan, who was hiding behind the mask, let out a long breath. This was similar to what happened to the Underground Golden City, and it was beyond his mind to explain it.From falling into the deep pit, he may have been stared at by something, guiding him step by step.

All in all, some people know what is going on with the sacrifice, but they don't want him to know the ins and outs, just want him to continue to take revenge on himself.

A series of footsteps came from outside the bright tunnel, and a few strong villagers filed in. Seeing the sacrifices on the ground and the masked priest in front of them, they all stopped abruptly, leaning against the stone wall in fear, respectful one by one. Squat down.

Zhao Bohan raised his hand and pointed at the sacrifice on the ground.

Several people understood and came up to carry the woman's body.

Zhao Bohan straightened his waist, trying to put on airs, which he was very familiar with.