Rebirth ability: Mr. President, please accept the move

Holding his Zen staff, Zhao Bohan walked behind several villagers who were carrying the sacrificial corpses, watching them hunched over, their long-term survival in the jungle had seriously affected their arms and leg bones, and they were somewhat depressed and deformed, but in a flash With a flash of movement, he was always reminded that the explosive power of these villagers was extremely strong.

A priest walked by, Zhao Bohan glanced at it twice, and raised the Zen stick in his hand to imitate his appearance, and the priest looked away.

Monks who are priests also have required laws.

He took a few more glances and secretly took note of his demeanor.

But what was even more shocking was what he saw after leaving the floating prison cave.

Although the white marble archway has been weather-beaten, with faint yellow and green traces on it, the hollow carvings and patterns on it all show solemnity and grandeur.

The inscription on the archway, from right to left, reads the four characters "Fengji Shijia".

In the villages outside the towns in the southwest of the Tian Dynasty, there are often bamboo villages and stone villages, and architectural complexes like the Ming and Qing Dynasties in the north are extremely rare, let alone such a well-proportioned whole village full of stones and camphor wood.

Zhao Bohan looked at the walls that were tall, sturdy and surprisingly thick. The blue bricks were very strong and full of charm. Exquisite and complicated carvings and sculptures can be seen everywhere, and those decorations will not make people feel bored in the slightest.

Just the decorative pattern on any door or window, the paint is bright red, someone must have taken care of it specially.

"Creak!" The sound of pulling the hemp rope interrupted his thoughts, and he looked intently. Several villagers were using the thick hemp rope with the talisman paper attached to it, winding back and forth around the edge of the house.

Seeing him pass by holding his Zen staff steadily, they all stopped their movements, stood aside respectfully, and waited quietly for him to pass. After he crossed this distance, several people recovered their normalcy and began to work harder. "Tangle the house".

Zhao Bohan couldn't figure out such a meaning, but any kind of sacrificial activity that has continued to this day has various requirements, and he, an outsider, can only find it incredible.

Seeing the patriarch standing outside a large village with two young men, looking at the sacrifice being carried in front of him, his face stretched.

"It's my miscalculation, it's not my brother's fault." Patriarch Lao Qintou sent his cold gaze over, "Who would have expected that the sacrifice's will would be so vulnerable."

You trapped people in the village to endure inhuman perverted torture, and you gave this sentence when they died?

Zhao Bohan stared at the back of the head of the woman's corpse, at this moment he really hoped that she would explode immediately and kill all her enemies, but the corpse was just a corpse, and he was no longer as decisive as when he was leading the way just now.

Thinking of Shen Ling's death, Zhao Bohan became excited, and was about to make a move when several people dragged Qin Shuang and Qin Ang past him, and reached the old Qintou's feet first.

Old Qintou just coughed lightly and waved his hands to the big room behind him.

The two who had been tortured with scars were immediately dragged into the big room behind them by four burly men.

Zhao Bohan paused in his heart.

The two people who were comatose and tortured to the point of being seriously injured just reminded him that their own strength was comparable to that of Qin Shuang and Qin Ang. It was definitely not a wise move to attack old man Qin rashly at this time.After all, he didn't know what steps the priest had to take, and sooner or later he would reveal his secrets. Why don't he think of a way to rescue the two of them first?

With a slight trembling of his body, he walked around Old Qin's head and walked into the big house.

The big house is where the sacrifices are guarded. At this time, there are people coming and going, looking very busy, and seeing people pile up the altars in the yard, Zhao Bohan was suddenly startled.

It turned out that the place of sacrifice was not outside, but held in the center of the village, in this big house!