Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

Let all the moments long, long ago come to a happy ending...

On the day of the sacrifice, the villagers gathered in the square and talked about their dreams, but no one repented. They were thinking, what did they do wrong? The one who made the mistake was wrong, and when he was found out, he would be thrown into a pig cage.

The stalemate lasted until the end of the sacrificial ceremony. The sun laughed at the farmers who were kneeling on the ground. The golden sun quietly changed color and became stained with blood.

I don't know who started it, but someone shouted in the crowd: "God, I am guilty, I was wrong, please forgive me."

The priest on the platform couldn't tell who was who, and couldn't stop the crowd from getting restless, so he could only shout along. What if it worked? The silent square was temporarily filled with chaotic confessions, more or less mixed with truth.

The sun smiled brighter and brighter, and the red blood energy gradually spread and rushed towards the crowd.

After waiting for an hour, there was still no sign of rain. The red mist enveloped the square and penetrated everyone's skin.

The village chief kneeling at the front suddenly looked up at the sun and shouted to the scorching sun, "Come any god you want, as long as you protect us, we will be your most devout believers in the future."

When the people nearby heard this, they thought about it and realized that it was true. There was always more than one god who could solve the problem. If this one didn't work, they could just change to another one. It was no big deal. It would be the same if they changed the god they worshipped.

So he kowtowed and made a wish following the village chief.

"As long as my family can live the life we ​​had before, I am willing to worship you even if you are an evil ghost."

"God, please let our family live a life of eating meat every day. I also want a son."

"Great God, if you have heard my prayers, please end this punishment and let us return to our previous lives. I can also rent a few more plots of land so that my eldest daughter can find a son-in-law to marry into our family."

The farmers each have their own thoughts, and they do not forget to express their inner needs while kowtowing.

The crowd at the back didn't understand what was going on, but everyone was confident and kowtowed to the scorching sun, so they followed suit and did the same with their children.

Suddenly, the sound of bang bang bang was heard in the square, and the farmers entered another space.

The white soul body sat on the red sun and sneered, attracting the attention of the crowd.

"It was you who woke me up. Interesting, interesting."

The farmers who entered the strange world were in a panic, but the children were very curious about the white soul body sitting on the sun and stared directly at the not-dazzling red sun.

The village chief and the priest were the first to calm down, explain their needs one by one, and wait for the god's response.

"Hahaha, is that so? It seems that you have been scheming a lot over the years. But do you really want to believe in me? I am an evil soul. Aren't you afraid that I will eat you?"

The white soul body approached the old farmer behind the crowd. The blood-red mist covered its figure. When the white mist dissipated, only the black bones were left.

"God, as long as you can protect us, we will obey you in everything."

The village chief had never thought that there would be gods who would reject believers. After all, in order for them to live forever, they still needed believers to provide for them.

Fear spread among the crowd, the blood became stronger, the white transparent body burped, a trace of blood from the fingertips climbed up the dark bones, and one red spider lily after another bloomed, and the old farmer came back to life.

"It's boring."

Looking at the restless crowd, the white transparent body suddenly thought of a vicious magic. Perhaps he could use this group of people as an experiment and let everyone get what they want, right?

"How about this? I can protect you, but your soul's faith must belong to me. I feed on blood, and you must offer me your heartfelt sacrifice. The best way is to kowtow and bleed. This kind of blood is the freshest, and I can heal you. Of course, you can use a knife to bleed, but the amount of blood depends on your piety.

As for how to test your faith, I will plant the seeds of the red spider lily in those who believe in me. This is a medium for communication with me. Once anyone has a request, they can enter my space and talk to me. The seeds can spy on your emotional changes and then reward or punish you. "

"Do you have any requirements for believers? For example, not eating meat of certain animals, or being vegetarian?"

"At present, I only accept believers who are over 18 years old. As long as you believe in me, I will fulfill your wishes, but you must be sincere enough to exchange them."

The white soul body doesn't care about the form. As long as the price is high enough and can be paid, he still likes to cooperate.

"I am willing to believe in you, sir. Please restore our village to its former prosperity."

The priest knelt down and kowtowed to become the first believer. Blood dripped from his forehead, slid onto the stone slab, and turned into a trace of blood filling the white soul body. A golden light flashed in the red sun, and then he left sadly.

Seeing that nothing unexpected happened to the high priest after they became believers, the farmers knelt down and prayed. Their first wish was of course a life of good weather and good harvests. As for their wishes after becoming believers, that was a one-on-one encrypted conversation.

"I don't know your name, sir. We will go back and set up a tablet for you at home and worship you day and night."

The village chief touched his intact forehead and asked the god which was glowing red.

"No one has called me by my name for many years. Just call me 'Yao'."

The white transparent body had already been wrapped in blood, and the blood gathered in the air to form the word "yao".

"X-X, how do you pronounce two X-Xs?"

The newly enlightened child in the crowd asked the farmer next to him in confusion.

There were originally few educated people in the village, and when they saw this word, some people couldn't help laughing and drew two crosses on the tablet. This was not to offer sacrifices to the gods, but to amuse themselves. This adult was really funny, with just one word in his name.

The snickering man and woman screamed and rolled around on the ground holding their legs. Red lines crawled up their necks and golden red spider lilies bloomed on their faces, exploding in the air, leaving no bones behind.

"Everyone, my name is Yao (second tone). Don't call me by the wrong name, and don't be disrespectful to my name, or this will be the result. If you have nothing else to do, go back and wait for the rain to come and plant the fields."

Before he finished speaking, the crowd in the square returned to the kneeling scene just now. Looking up and around, the few guys who were not doing their jobs were gone, but everyone else was there.

Raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky above their heads. Touching the water drops on their foreheads, the village chief and the priest hugged each other and shouted excitedly, "It's raining, it's raining."

Before leaving, Mo Zhichun turned back to look at the sunset in the distance. The red sun suddenly turned into a child and made faces at Mo Zhichun.