Hurry up, please be kind

Chapter 216 The Land of the Gods 9
"My lord, do you think they will come?"

The young man returned to Si Zhuo's side with a smile on his delicate face, with a smile as gentle as a peach blossom.

Si Zhuo ignored him and focused on dealing with the plague.

The young man was ignored by her, and she didn't care at all. Instead, she turned her eyes to the open door of the main hall.

Those people blocked the entrance of the hall, looking at this side from time to time. The blood on the ground exudes a bloody smell that seems to be there, which grinds people's will a little bit.

They hesitated.

At this time, no one stood in front of them.

The situation of the man in sackcloth just now was clearly seen in the eyes of everyone, and everyone knew in their hearts that the blood of the high priest on the ground was the way of life.

They have not stepped into the hall so far.

But didn't leave either.

"Pfft!"

The young man looked at them, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, his expression was leisurely, but the words he said were extremely mocking.

"What? Feel immoral?"

"Do you need me to give you a reason?"

The boy's smile was extraordinarily clean, but what he said made people feel chills all over his body, "A reason for you to drink her blood so that you don't feel uneasy about your conscience..."

His voice was full of bewitchment.

Some people have already stepped forward in a trance.

"Shut up!"

Someone in the crowd interrupted the boy.

It was a woman.

The sarcomas on her face had been removed, but she looked horribly bloody, and some sarcomas swelled like fists on the arms whose sleeves had been ripped open.

Her hair was thin and gray, and her eyes were struggling with pain, but they were clear. She pointed at the boy and cursed.

"You bewitching monster!"

"Everyone, don't trust him!"

"He's trying to confuse the crowd. He actually asked us to drink human blood. What's the difference between this and cannibalism?!"

"We are people, not beasts!"

"We have humanity and conscience. How can we hurt the high priest who is protecting us for our own survival? We can't do that!"

"If we really believed him..."

"The high priest lost too much blood and died. What about the barrier? What about the bugs outside the barrier? Without the protection of the high priest, they will come to kill us..."

"But no one can protect us anymore!"

Si Zhuo felt that the voice sounded familiar.

It seems to be the proprietress of the dumpling shop.

Her chili sauce is really delicious.

Si Zhuo was still focused on dealing with the swarms of insects in the sky that were constantly attacking the barrier, and did not look at the door.

Originally thinking about the situation of the man in sackcloth just now, smelling the blood on the ground, some people were in a daze.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up.

"That's right, it's a conspiracy!"

"How could you give us such an idea, you must have ulterior motives and want to kill us!"

"Get the hell out of there, don't deceive people here!"

"Get out, you liar, or the high priest will not let you go when he is free!"

"Get out, monster!"

Although everyone was a little scared, he dared not go forward.

But they all attacked him very angrily.

After listening to them scolding for a while, the young man shrugged his shoulders indifferently, as if he was very innocent.

"Tsk, it's so kind to treat you like a donkey's liver and lungs..."

He played with it leisurely, with a strand of hair winding across his chest, his fingers were clean and white, with well-defined joints, and a leisurely voice overflowed from his crimson lips.

"It turned out that I was afraid of death, so I didn't dare to drink..."

His expression suddenly became enlightened, and when he entered the group, someone choked and glared at him furiously.

"What nonsense are you trying to say?!"

"nonsense?"

The boy looked at them with a smile, "Is there any?"

"Is what I said wrong?" He twisted the black hair around his fingertips, his eyebrows and eyes were really gentle, and his words were serious, cruel to the point.

"Aren't you just worried about drinking blood, drinking the adults to death, and then no one will protect you?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, after all, I'm still afraid of death..."

"you!"

Everyone was confused and refuted for a while.

The woman scolded: "It's obvious that you have evil intentions and dirty thoughts, so you think other people are like you!"

The young man shrugged his shoulders with a smile, noncommittal to her words.

"But, I really didn't lie to you."

He squatted down next to the bloodstain, and touched the blood with his white fingertips. His white jade-like fingertips were stained with blood, and he felt coquettish for no reason.

"My lord's blood can save you."

"And after you drink it, you will no longer be afraid of the plague attack, this is once and for all..."

Everyone still glared at him angrily, without moving.

The young man looked at them, as if he had suddenly realized, "Oh, by the way, so you are worried that there is not enough blood!"

Everyone was breathless and stunned for a while.

With a glance, you can see that many people's expressions are stiff, obviously they have been told what they think in their hearts.

There is only one high priest.

And there are tens of thousands of people who have been hit by the plague.

How many people can her blood save?
From this point of view, this method is not feasible at all.

"You fart!"

But there were also some people who were furious by his malicious speculation, rolled up their sleeves and wanted to rush to beat him, but they were stopped by the people around them.

"Dangerous, don't be impulsive, he is too weird!"

"Should we just let him talk nonsense here?!"

Many people had anger on their faces, but they didn't know what to do. After all, they were all mortals. To deal with those who possessed strange powers, they were just hitting a stone with an egg.

"You're thinking about it now..."

The young man walked leisurely in the hall, his tone was calm and his smile was unclear, "How could the high priest not have enough blood, she is a god..."

"God, immortality."

The young man raised his crimson lips to them, but there seemed to be a strange light in his clear eyes.

"The blood of the high priest is endless, and you don't have to worry at all, it will kill her, and you will be in debt for your life..."

"Didn't the high priest say that he will definitely save you?"

"Now such a good solution is in front of us, adults will definitely agree, and will definitely understand you..."

"Isn't she willing to sacrifice for you?"

"You guys, what are you still hesitating about?"

The voices of the crowd finally completely disappeared this time.

Countless people have faces full of tumors, looking miserable and painful, like thousands of ants.

Gather here for a chance.

The words of a teenager.

Some people even feel enlightened.

Yes, the high priest is a god.

God, immortal.

Her blood is endless.

said the high priest.

Willing to protect them at all costs.

The high priest said it.

The high priest was willing to save them.

It's just some blood, and this crisis can be saved with just some blood. This method couldn't be easier.

The high priest will not die.

How could she not want to?
(End of this chapter)