This vibration is so obvious, it is so obvious that it is not comparable to the vibration coming from the stone tablet!

If you have to describe it, it is the rhythm of the entire mountain, which is like rushing out of this land!

My eyes widened in horror. The next moment, I almost jumped up from the ground without thinking. The edge of the cliff and the bitter mountain wind made my body stand unsteadily and almost flipped down from the mountain.

It was Brother Zhengchuan who grabbed me. He was a little angry and roared at me, "Third brother, this is on the top of the mountain. Why are you doing so excited suddenly?"

I was pulled back by Brother Zhengchuan, and staggered forward two steps, but suddenly turned around, pulled Brother Zhengchuan and walked down the mountain there. I said, "This time it really came alive. Go down the mountain, let's go down the mountain."

I used so much force, and Brother Zhengchuan was pulled by me for two steps, but he grabbed me and said to me: "No matter what you live, it's too late for us to go down the mountain now. If there is really danger, you have to be a wise ghost, look over there."

When I turned my head, I saw the brightly lit "pig farm". At this moment, the large porcelain bowl containing twelve pig hearts was placed in the middle of the yard. People from the village actually walked to the porcelain bowl one by one and showed their knives one by one!

My apnea pauses for a moment, as if I saw an ancient ritual in a blur, but I couldn't see clearly!

I seem to know what they are doing? What is the purpose? After thinking about it carefully, I didn’t know anything. After living for more than ten years, I have never had such a dazed moment.

Waiting for the next moment, when I woke up, I actually saw the first villager who had already used a knife to scratch his wrist. The bright red blood dripped from his wrist above into the bowl.

The villager was standing numbly. It was too far away, and I couldn't see his expression clearly. I just watched him release some blood and then covered his wrist and retreated. From the other side, a villager walked over and wiped a handful of herbs on his wrist. He bandaged it skillfully.

Then, the next villager

"The third brother!" Brother Masahiro put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I don't know why you said it was going to survive, but I believe in you."

"Do you believe me?" I stared at Brother Masakawa with wide eyes and said, "This is not a question of whether you believe me or not, but it is so obvious that the whole mountain is shaking. Can't you feel it?"

"The mountain is shocked?" Brother Zhengchuan looked surprised.

"It just shook for a moment, and it was exactly the same as the vibration on the stone tablet, but it was so much stronger? You can't feel it?" I felt a little thirsty in my throat. Why can only I feel this kind of thing? Hasn't Brother Zhengchuan always outstanding spiritual sense?

Brother Zhengchuan looked at me with a strange look that I had never seen before, as if it was not his junior brother standing in front of him, but another person, who was trying hard to adapt.

But in the end, he still restored his intimacy between his fellow brothers. The next moment he smiled bitterly and shook his head, which had already shown his attitude!

Brother Zhengchuan really can't feel it?!

I felt discouraged and angry. Is God playing with me? I said almost like anger: "Since that's the case, what do you still believe me to do?"

Brother Zhengchuan put his hands on my shoulders and said solemnly: "Maybe in a long time, you will think it is another reason. But now, I just want to say that no matter who you are, as long as you are my junior brother, I will trust you to the end. In addition to Master, you are me and you, for you, there may be relatives and friends! But for me, you, Master, is almost half of my life."

I hate this kind of lyricism because I don’t know how to express my feelings. So when faced with this kind of lyricism, I will get goose bumps first. It’s not that I’m not moved, but I don’t know how to respond.

While speaking, Brother Masahiro turned his head, patted my shoulder lightly, and said, "Three, I am destined to be inferior to you in many places! But I also hope you will give me the same trust. I said I believe what you said, it will survive, but it is definitely not now."

"Huh?" I just nodded softly, but didn't want to leave again. I didn't say too much, but in the midst of my actions, I had completely given my trust, although this place repeatedly made me uneasy.

Zhengchuan naturally felt my attitude, and his eyes were moved, saying, "I feel dangerous here, because there is danger here. But I don't feel that the danger will explode now! So, I must understand the secrets of this village tonight and see what they are going to do. This is the reason, just based on spiritual awareness."

"Brother Masakawa, you are not as good as me." I did not express any comments, but just gently refuted this sentence.

In my heart, Brother Masahiro is almost perfect, looks good, has a likable personality, agile craftsmanship (whatever you do, including cooking), outstanding talent (the master is sure of spiritual awareness), and hard-working patience. Even reading a book in Wangxian Village is outstanding. In comparison, I am just a heartless guy who only knows how to hurry up and play crazy. How can I compare with Brother Masahiro?

He actually said that he, for example, does not admit that I am. In my heart, I instinctively want to protect my master and senior brother.

After hearing what I said, Brother Zhengchuan just smiled gently, his hands on my shoulder tightened, and then whispered: "Silly boy, you will know from now on." Then he stopped talking!

But I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I always felt that Brother Zhengchuan was a little distance from me at this moment. Did he realize something? I don’t understand. I always felt that the coldness of the mountain wind was not as good as the coldness in my heart.

I wanted to express my attitude, but I didn't know what to say. I just leaned closer to Brother Zhengchuan: "Brother Zhengchuan, in short, you are my senior brother and my brother, and I will not change."

"Silly boy, who will change again?" After saying that, his eyes were fixed at the foot of the mountain and said softly: "Maybe I am too eager to prove myself."

Prove that I might not be wrong, right? I thought this way, but followed Brother Zhengchuan's gaze and looked at the foot of the mountain. At this moment, the people in this village were still bleeding themselves as orderly as they were at the beginning, but they were strangely silent.

It seemed as if it wasn't bleeding for myself, but a group of prisoners were just queuing up in line to get a portion of their own food. In the numbness, there was still a deep sense of despair that could not be worn through.

If you don’t feel numb to this kind of thing, then you can’t think about it. The scene is a bit scary.

There were only more than 100 adults in the entire village, and each of them did not release much blood. However, after so many people came down, even the person in charge of bandaging did not miss the big porcelain bowl and finally filled it.

I stood far away and couldn't see carefully, but I could only see a bloody bowl under the light.

I didn't want to get closer to see it. I guess the blood was running with fresh pig hearts. The picture was not very pleasant. At this time, the old man who was the first to worship came forward again, and seemed to be holding something like a jar in his arms.

After completing the entire bloodletting process, he opened the things in his arms and sprinkled something toward that night?

Although I couldn't tell what he was doing, I was sure that he had sprinkled something? Because at that moment, I clearly saw that the bowl of blood lit up, as if it was sprinkled with a layer of phosphor, but it was only a moment.

What is that? I was moved and looked at Brother Zhengchuan in a blink of an eye. He had no reaction! I didn't dare to speak because I showed "abnormality" these two times. Brother Zhengchuan seemed to have some inexplicable emotions in it. I could only comfort myself. Brother Zhengchuan also saw it, but he was not as surprised as me!

The ceremony at the foot of the mountain is almost over now because I saw 12 women appearing, holding a strange and easy-to-use hand, and began to carefully distribute the blood and pig hearts in the bowl.

Then the old man raised the jar that he had held in his hand before, and the rest of the people bowed down!

I don’t know if it was numb or pious Masagawa muttering to himself: “Then what? What are they going to do? Is that over that?”

In fact, I felt a little sad in my heart, and suddenly I remembered the poverty of this village. In this era, I am afraid that not every family has electric lights, but it is brightly lit in the "pig farm".

Raising so many pigs is not just slaughtered or sold, to improve life, but to carry out such a strange ceremony. I remembered that the people in the village were busy, almost cutting pig grass everywhere. When I think of their numbness, my heart hurts a little in the sadness!

Yes, when I came to this village, I felt that they were dressed in rags and looked like beggars. At this time, I found that the reason why they looked more like beggars was that they were pale and thin.

Even so, do we still have to bleed? Are they voluntarily or forced? If they are forced? Who will save them? Is this also the reason why Brother Zhengchuan is persistent?

In the wind, I sighed, but saw the twelve women who had divided the bowl of blood, holding the strange container in their arms, first walked out of the 'pig farm', and then the villagers followed!

It was like a straight line, walking out of the straight line of the pig farm? I suddenly remembered the straight line between the pig farm and the top of the mountain on the edge of the cliff, and I was shocked.
Chapter completed!