When he saw the girl in red robe, Chief Feng's originally calm expression immediately turned cold.
"The First Tribe does not welcome Jiu Shen believers." He said: "Personally, I also hope that you will terminate the contract with her as soon as possible, or kill her directly, so as to avoid being contaminated by it over time. Jiu Shen’s filthy breath.”
He didn't offer any advice on Xi Boer's situation at all. As his brother, he actually desperately wanted her to die.
Su Ming'an originally thought that the chief and Xiboer would have a misunderstood relationship like Shengqi and Qinwang, but he didn't expect that the chief actually disliked her, hated this heretic, and wanted her to die.
Blood relationship does not seem to exist for them at all, only faith is more important.
Chief Feng and Su Lin walked directly through the unopened gate of the farm and left here, turning a blind eye to Siboer's unconscious condition.
They can leave directly because they are not contestants in the festival.
Su Mingan looked at Xi Boer who was unconscious. He knew that he could only wait until he went back to ask Teacher Fang and the old woman. They should have a way to suppress the curse.
...By the way, are those Black Lamb players still walking around the streets? He hasn't interfered with them carving the altar for so long. The eight altars haven't been painted yet?
This small copy is really played as a farm simulator by this group of Black Lamb players.
He walked towards the second floor of the nearest processing plant and heard the sound of "bang bang bang" footsteps, as if someone was running violently.
He pushed open the door on the second floor and saw a figure jumping down from the other side. It was Isabella. He saw her unique white coat.
He had no intention of chasing, but walked towards the altar on the second floor. The altar is located on the iron staircase, and it has been carved into a small part at this time. The blood of the overturned animals dripped all over the floor, dripping along the joints of the iron plates and onto the processing machines below.
"Puff puff puff" white smoke rises. This processing plant is in automated production, and the only sound of the automatic hammer falling can be heard, which is particularly strange in the silence.
Su Mingan took out the carving pen from his arms, dipped it in the blood, raised it, and drew -
The bright red color appears on the altar, outlined along the vague lines.
[You are carving the altar, current progress: 18%]
[The props you use are (ordinary carving pen), (ordinary animal blood), carving efficiency: extremely low. 】
…
Su Mingan drew for a while and realized that the speed was indeed very slow.
He put away his pen, hid the unconscious Xiboer in a cabinet nearby, turned around, raised his head, and pointed in the direction of the high iron plate.
The path leading to the third floor is not a safe iron staircase, but iron plates with different heights. These iron plates are inserted at a certain distance into the stone wall next to them, requiring people to jump across.
His legs were slightly bent, and he used strength to jump.
The A-level jumping power of Shuofeng's boots played a very gratifying role at this time. At the moment of jumping, he felt a natural propulsive force coming from his feet, and his jumping height increased a little.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang. He successfully jumped onto the iron plate in front of him. Due to the excessive force, he was still a little too far forward and almost fell down along the empty space between the two high and low iron plates.
There happened to be a red-hot soldering iron underneath, and the temperature made his face turn red. Even if he died and returned to the game, he didn't want to die like this. If the first player was burned to death because of a jump... this would be too shameful, simply It's a dramatic ending.
However, if the previous death return was to jump across the world line, it does not rule out that he has experienced real death many times, which can be called a ridiculous ending...
He bent his legs slightly, and after grasping the angle, he jumped again, like parkour. After repeating it several times, he successfully reached the platform on the third floor.
The third floor is very quiet, with only one wooden door at the front of the platform. He stretched out his hand, and after melting the cracks in the wooden door, he kicked the door open.
"hiss……"
Ying was in a delicate and frail state, and his legs ached slightly. After taking a breath, he still suppressed his voice.
If it were clear, it wouldn't be so troublesome at all, just kick the wooden door into pieces. It's a pity that there are some evil ways in this world, and he really doesn't dare to switch states.
The night wind blew in my face, and the air was filled with the smell of rot and blood.
This is the tallest building on the farm. From here, you can almost see the whole farm. The view is extremely vast, and you have a sense of vastness overlooking all living things.
The fence in the distance, the blocked gate, the wheat field swaying in the dark night, the scarecrow like a skeleton, the altar emitting blood-red light... They fit perfectly into his field of vision, with a dark blood-colored film, like A night oil painting with low saturation.
Several corpses were scattered in various places on the farm, like dead beetles, and the black mist was cold and shrouded in their melting and rotting corpses.
Su Mingan stood on the edge of the platform, looking into the distance, and faintly saw a touch of golden color that was about to emerge from the cage.
...Dawn is coming soon.
No matter what happens at night, it seems that with the arrival of day, all the ugliness will be buried in the passing darkness.
Those hideous corpses are just an insignificant part of everything that happens in this world. No one cares about the struggles and pain experienced here.
When he turned around, a white shadow suddenly appeared on the original path.
It was a woman in a white coat who suddenly appeared on the rooftop.
She seemed to have been waiting there for a while without making a sound. She only spoke when he turned around.
"Nice to meet you." The woman combed her messy hair, her eyes were very quiet: "My name is Isabella."
Her skin is as white as marble, with a sharp stone texture, her eyebrows are dark and thick, her nose is straight, her lips are beautiful and thin, and her eyes reveal a natural confidence.
When she looked at him, she didn't show any nervous movements. She just stood calmly at the door, with a silver mechanical ball hovering on her shoulder.
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