Chapter 334 Soul Sacrifice
June 26, 1399, nine o'clock in the evening, Wilson Town.
The bonfire was set up, and barrels of beer were carried from the tavern to the square. An intact dead cow was dismantled into pieces and put on a bonfire. For a moment, the fragrant aroma filled the square.
More than a hundred people gathered in the square, singing and dancing with wine glasses held high. The town was as lively as a festival.
The fat mayor almost obeyed the words of Lynch and Officer Natalie, and carried out every order to the letter. Lynch said at eight o'clock that he would take the opportunity to hold a bonfire party to create opportunities, and it was already hot at nine o'clock. He started drinking lively.
The crisis in the mysterious world is not known to ordinary people. The heavy burden on their hearts is suddenly lifted. The excitement of surviving the disaster makes everyone forget the tragedy around them.
After all, people's joys and sorrows are not the same.
I just don’t know how the townspeople will feel when everything is over and they realize that this is just an empty joy.
“The confrontation with Mystery is successful, the incident is resolved, their cattle will not die, and there is no real loss.”
In the shadow of the bell tower, the police officer sneered in a familiar tone:
"The confrontation failed and the incident broke out, then there is no feeling at all. Mystery may win, but they will never Lose. Sometimes I get really angry when I see these people only focusing on their own interests, but I can’t say what they did wrong is just a little selfish and indifferent, so I don’t like to interact with people related to the task. Make more contact."
"Huh? Isn't it because if you make too much contact, you will lose to the opponent? People.”
Lynch seems to have seen his own bleak and tragic future.
"Cheers to your health, Mr. Trevor."
"Praise for your generosity, Mr. Trevor, if you hadn't lent us the money, we wouldn't have been able to do anything. Raise so many cows.”
"It's all up to you, Mr. Trevor. After paying back your money, we can still make a lot of money. You are such a good person."
Beside the bonfire, the townspeople pulled Will Trevor, there were waves of praise and flattery. Will Trevor's mustache was up and down, and his expression was weird, as if he had a digestive tract problem.
“Do you think he will really make any moves?”
Officer Natalie and Lynch huddled in the corner, staring closely at Mr. Trevor who had a troubled face.
"If he hadn't done it, there would definitely be no action. If he had done it and used the method of summoning aliens, then there might not have been any action, but if, as we speculated, the method used The cultist's method of sacrificing caused this disaster, so there is a high possibility that he will take action. I have already said that the deal will be completed tomorrow. He wants to break the deal, and tonight is the last chance to sacrifice. It's not sustainable. He wants to kill another batch of cows, but he must take action tonight..."
"Huh?"
"I always feel like there is something wrong with this matter. There are some issues that I haven't figured out yet, and there is always something that doesn't make sense. But according to the information from the townspeople, he did purchase several pregnant cows and calves in the past few days. . This is actually a normal transaction, but it’s a bit strange that he doesn’t raise cows, and you know that in the mysterious world, these are not cute things.”
“Well, mother and baby. Blood, the blood of young children, is a special material for rituals and secrets, so it is certain that he is indeed performing a ritual, but you are not sure whether it is the ritual we think of."
"Yes, but. That’s something to talk about later, at least now it’s certain that he will take action tonight.”
"Why?"
"Because he has moved. Don't look at me, look at him."
So, the heroic police officer suddenly blushed, and steam almost came out of her head. , turned his eyes forward, but for some reason, he was grinding his teeth very hard.
Girl, this is not good for your teeth and needs to be cured.
Of course, no matter who needs treatment, that will happen later, because the target they are staring at, Mr. Will Trevor, the banker, has quietly slipped out without anyone noticing. venue. The banker tiptoed to avoid all conspicuous positions, quickly slipped out of the light range, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn these two guys who came out for no reason and ruined the plan we had been planning for more than a year. If I had the contract in hand, all the land in the town would fall into my hands.
I have found a buyer, and now I am implementing the land purchase order. The profit will be multiple times when these lands are resold. How much money have I spent on this? If this fails, I will definitely go bankrupt. Damn guys, how could I let you succeed? Fortunately, there is still a chance, otherwise I would really suffer a huge loss this time.
The only thing you are wrong about is that you should not wait another night. Hey, you will regret this. As long as you let me hold another ceremony, everything will be fine.
Turning back and spitting heavily in the direction of the bonfire, the banker quickened his pace and almost trotted all the way, taking advantage of the moonlight to go straight to the house of the farmer who had just been beaten in the afternoon. In the afternoon, you actually dared to resist me in public and wanted to violate the contract and default on me. Loan, okay, you wait, you will pay the price this time.
It was dark in the farmhouse, and the whole family went to attend the bonfire party, but the banker did not enter the house. Instead, he lingered at the door for a while, and finally took out a small box and pinched it from the eaves and the door. A few handfuls of soil, and finally he sneakily wiped the marks on the ground with his feet, then turned to the direction of the animal pen.
The animals are still hiding in their stalls and refusing to come out, which is exactly what the banker wants. He randomly picked up a few piles of cow dung and pulled out a few handfuls of cow hair. Then he was frightened by the sudden sound of cows and ran away.
That's enough. You're done. I want you to stop crying.
Grinding his teeth and grinning, the banker happily ran back to the basement of his country villa.
Mr. Will Trevor has never been married. In his opinion, money is much more lovely than women. He lived alone in the villa with three servants.
The basement was dark and damp, and a rotten, moldy smell mixed with blood and stench came out from behind another door, which was nauseating.
But Mr. Trevor took a deep breath and showed an intoxicated expression.
This is not a bad smell, this is the smell of money.
The banker quickly walked to the corner of the basement, opened the heavy safe, took out a stack of contracts inside, and touched it greedily several times with intoxicated eyes.
This is the capital for me to make a fortune. With this money, I will open a bank to the Rhine, no, to Noland.
Damn it, it’s all my money, you can’t stop me.
Full of motivation.
The banker took several boxes and pushed the door that smelled of blood.
There is a blood pool inside, with dark brown blood rippling in the pool. In the thick blood, countless internal organs and eyes are surging with the waves.
Several bull heads were hung on the wall above the blood pool. As the banker approached, the bull heads suddenly opened their eyes, staring at him with only the whites of their eyes, and let out a dry and hoarse roar.
"Don't blame me, nothing can't be sacrificed for money."
Muttering in his mouth, the banker took out the materials he just took out.
The dust on the eaves and in front of the door represents the mansion, and the feces and hair represent the target. So, here we go.
"I offer the sacrifice, the great father of snakes, please take away the life and soul of the sacrifice..."
The banker murmured a prayer, and on the wall The cry of the bull's head became more and more shrill, and the blood pool surged, as if a huge snake head emerged from the blood pool, its cold vertical pupils peering at everything in the world.
(End of this chapter)