Wild beast war god

A few hours later, Sikong Jing's human meridians had reached the peak of the Daowu realm, which was also the peak of the Wuwu stage.

At this point, he paused for a moment.

After all, the next step is to enter the martial arts stage, but a few more hours should be enough. And just when Sikong Jing was about to go all out, a low cry suddenly came from outside...

Slowly opening his eyes, Sikong Jing said secretly: "Is this crying girl called Yinlu?"

Sikong Jing still remembered that the girl Yinlu who took care of him was called by the village elders.

The innocent and bright appearance of the girl flashed through her mind, and the crying at this time might mean that something big had happened to her.

Of course Sikong Jing couldn't ignore the person who saved him.

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing took back all his energy and stood up slowly.

At this moment, Sikong Jing still had demon scales all over his body. Although the human meridians had been constructed and he had reached the peak of martial arts enlightenment, the orcs' dantian and meridians were still as broken as before.

It is only recovering slowly for the time being, and the magic scales cannot recede immediately.

In order for the true energy in the human meridians to feed back to the orc meridians, Sikong Jing needs to become stronger. The gap between the martial arts stage and the imperial martial stage is too big, and he also needs to ensure that there is no conflict between the two. ah.

Anyway, having scales all over the body is the norm in Demon Scale Island, so Sikong Jing doesn't have any inner burden.

Just like that, he casually took a piece of clothing from the storage space, put it on, and walked out of the small hut with the magic scales all over his body.

It was late at night, it was dark and even eerie outside, and there was a slight coolness in the air.

Soon, Sikong Jing found the young girl Yinlu who was leaning against the wooden wall outside the house and hugging her knees while crying. The latter also raised her head with emotion and looked at the somewhat mysterious Sikong under the moonlight with tears on her face. Jing.

She subconsciously opened her mouth and asked, "You, you haven't left yet?"

Apparently, she thought that Sikong Jing had returned to his own village after he woke up.

Sikong Jing shook his head and replied directly: "I am not from Demon Scale Island, so I don't know how to get there."

As soon as these words came out, Yin Lu said in disbelief: "Huh?"

Sikong Jing smiled again and said, "I was washed up on your Demon Scale Island by the sea. Thank you for saving me."

This thank you is of course sincere.

Yin Lu was a little confused and said: "It turns out that there are demons like us outside Demon Scale Island. This is the first time I have heard of them."

In this regard, Sikong Jing remained silent.

He still doesn't know the situation outside Demon Scale Island at all, and he doesn't know where he is.

And judging from the girl's appearance, she probably doesn't know much about the situation outside the island.

Suddenly, Yinlu lowered his head as if he was not interested, and whispered softly: "It's a pity that I can't help you anymore."

Hearing this, Sikong Jing slowly squatted down.

He asked casually: "What happened? Were you bullied?"

First ask the girl why she is crying.

I estimate that I will have to stay on this Demon Scale Island for the time being until my body is almost fully recovered before I can leave.

Yinlu raised her head slightly again, and she seemed to be touched by something, and tears poured out like pillars.

She kept sobbing and said in a tearful tone: "I used to think that a demon like me, who doesn't have scales on his face, is the luckiest darling on this Demon Scale Island, the apple of everyone's eye."

"I didn't realize until now that everyone only took care of me because I was just a...sacrifice."

Sacrifice?

Sikong Jing's pupils shrank wildly in an instant, and some childhood stories and legends flashed through his mind. Legend has it that some small tribes would use people as sacrifices to their gods.

Does this Demon Scale Island have such a custom?

"The sacrifice must, of course, be fat and healthy."

Yin Lu continued to speak, tears in his eyes falling more and more: "Everyone is hiding it from me. They can't let me know too early and worry that I will deliberately scratch my beautiful pure human face."

"Even Brother Daniu, who takes the best care of me, is like this."

"The village elders said that there are real humans in that place, so they don't like demons with scales on their faces."

"No matter which demon is in any village on Demon Scale Island, whether male or female, as long as there are no scales on the face, they are raised as sacrifices from the moment they are born until they are sacrificed when they grow up."

As Yinlu cried, Sikong Jing's pupils gradually shrank.

Only then did he realize that it was not just a sacrifice to the gods, but a sacrifice to a real person.

In other words, there are real humans enslaving them?

A faint murderous intent flashed in Sikong Jing's eyes. He never liked slavery, let alone this method of treating people as sacrifices.

Seeing Sikong Jing's unchanged expression, the simple Yinlu thought he was just expressionless.

So she smiled bitterly and said, "Have you known this for a long time? That's right, the same situation must exist on your island. It's ridiculous that I said you had low self-esteem before. It turns out that I am the humble one."

Before, in front of Sikong Jing, she thought she was lucky to have no scales on her face, but it turned out to be a nightmare.

Sikong Jing gradually came back to his senses, and he said with a straight expression: "We don't have this kind of situation there. If it did, I would kill it if I encountered it..."

The voice was filled with strong murderous intent, and his previous weak image suddenly became extremely cold.

In an instant, Yinlu was shocked.

Sikong Jing did not explain, but asked again: "Where is the real human race? Where will you be sacrificed?"

Now Sikong Jing still knew too little and he needed more information.

Whether it's for the girl in front of him, or for returning to the Central Plains, these real humans are definitely a breakthrough.

Yinlu was really frightened by Sikong Jing's eyes, but she hesitated and was still ready to explain...

However, at this moment... swish swish!

Several figures suddenly flashed from the surroundings, followed by a conspiratorial female voice: "Young deer bitch, are you going to scratch your face? You said you were coming back to pack your things, why did it take you so long?"

After saying this, Sikong Jing looked back...

I saw a few people with scales all over their bodies. The leader was a devil-scale woman with the same white scales all over her body. Although her expression could not be seen clearly because of the scales on her face, she could see the viciousness in her eyes. color.

Upon hearing this, the girl Yinlu stood up quickly and walked to Sikong Jing.

She bit her lip gently and replied: "No, I just can't bear it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-scaled woman opposite suddenly stepped forward...

"Hehe, I really can't let it go. If I was treated like a treasure like you since I was a child, I would also be reluctant to let it go."

"It's a pity that I'm not as lucky as you, you sacrifice!"

"Hahaha……"

After the white-scaled woman finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing. It was obvious that she had always been unhappy with Yinlu.

But Yinlu's face changed drastically, and his whole body was shaken by the word "sacrifice".

Before she could react, the white-scaled woman shouted to the demons she brought with her: "The time is up, take them away."