The five hundred people in the cave were completely paralyzed. They could no longer move, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. The only things that could move were their eyes, tongues, and throats. Therefore, they panicked, screamed, and let out the most miserable howls. They were at a loss and incomparably terrified as they welcomed their fate.
This was a bottomless well. The bottom of the well was like a colosseum, and the well was surrounded by stone walls that were over a hundred meters high. This place was like a natural cave, with only a sliver of sunlight shining down from above.
At the bottom of the well, human skeletons were piled up like mountains. The walls around the well were filled with bloody scratches. Those scratches were the last traces left behind by the hands of despair.
In addition to the scratches, there were also numerous holes on the walls of the well that made one's scalp tingle. Nobody knew what was in those holes.
To the people in the Well of Despair, it was a living hell and a slaughterhouse.
"Help …"
"I don't want to die yet, save me …"
"I have money, I have money. As long as you let me leave, I can agree to any conditions …"
Almost everyone was screaming and begging for mercy. Tears and snot flowed down their cheeks. Their screams were earth-shattering. Everyone fell to the ground, and beneath them were countless skeletons. Some of these skeletons still had rotten flesh hanging on them. The stench assailed the nostrils, and there were even maggots crawling on them.
Under the ground of the skeleton, there were stones and soil that had turned black from being soaked in blood.
Many people were so frightened that they lost control of their bowels.
A door at the bottom of the deep well opened. In the dim light, a team of wooden puppets walked into the deep well with stiff steps and started working like machines.
The puppet was as tall as a normal person. Its entire body was made of blood-stained wood. Its head was also made of wood. On its wooden head, there was a pale face with a strange smile.
The wooden puppets ignored the screams of the people being dragged and carried out their orders mechanically. They dragged the hands and feet of the people whose bodies were numb and stiff like goods and lifeless objects to the middle of the deep well and arranged them into a specific pattern. It was a demon's eye.
Some people were piled into a ball and became eyeballs in the eye, while others formed eye sockets around the eye.
It did not take long for everyone at the bottom of the deep well to be dragged to the middle of the deep well by the wooden puppets. They lay on the ground and used their bodies to form a picture — a sacrificial totem of the Demon Eye formed by more than five hundred living people.
The wooden dolls began to leave. Some of the people who had been sacrificed already knew what was going to happen next. Some cried, some cursed, some fainted, and some screamed miserably. It was like a huge and noisy noise that reverberated at the bottom of the deep well.
However, those people did not know that the more tragic thing was yet to come.
After the wooden puppets completely withdrew, strange snake-like insects crawled out of the dense holes on the walls around the deep well and quickly rushed toward the sacrificial totem of the Demon Eye.
Those strange black insects crawled on the ground and bones, and the entire deep well was filled with rustling sounds that made one's scalp tingle.
In just a moment, the strange insects crawled in front of a woman who had fallen to the ground. As the woman screamed in horror, the strange insects began to gnaw on her flesh and blood. Some burrowed into the woman's ears, nostrils, and mouth, and blood came out from the woman's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
The woman's body could not move, but she was trembling violently from fear and pain. Her eyes were instantly bloodshot from fear and despair.
Countless strange black insects covered the totem of the Demon Eye in the blink of an eye.
The screams in the deep well immediately became ten times sharper.
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"Altar Leader Ning, listen to this. This is the most beautiful sound in the world. As long as the method is right, the same sacrificial offering can yield ten times more than a normal offering. In the words of the mortals, it's an art to squeeze out the fear of mortals …"
At the top of the well was a palace. A young man in a black robe, with a devilishly handsome face and a hint of blood in his eyes, was holding a scarlet wine cup. He had a smile on his face, as if he was admiring a beautiful painting. He lowered his head and looked down at the dark well, which was like purgatory on earth.
Beside this young man was a middle-aged man with a cold and dangerous gaze with his head lowered.
The man's attitude toward the young man was respectful. "You're right, Palace Lord!"
The strange black insects were wriggling. The Demon Eye trembled slightly as if a demon had just woken up from its sleep and opened its eyes.
Countless people's blood flowed on the ground, making the Demon Eye look blood-red and ferocious from the sky.
The man holding the wine glass closed his eyes. He felt the powerful negative energy brought about by despair, fear, pain, and resentment flowing out of the well like water. Then, it was absorbed by the surrounding space bit by bit.
The lives of everyone in the deep well would eventually be transformed into the dark negative consciousness and energy. These negative things were the offerings for the Demon Eye's sacrificial ritual.
There seemed to be a huge mouth in the invisible void that greedily sucked in the negative consciousness and energy from the deep well.
The screams in the deep well were still there. They were hoarse and did not stop.
A cloud of black fog flew over from afar and appeared in front of the young man. The black fog dispersed, revealing a man wearing a devil mask. He knelt on one knee on the ground and said with a trembling voice, "Palace Lord, there's an urgent report from the Great Shang Nation's Shangjing!"
"Oh, what's the matter? Altar Lord Di planned to assassinate Beitang Wangchuan and stir up the situation in the Great Shang Nation. Did it succeed?"
"The assassination of Beitang Wangchuan failed. The Shangjing branch of the Great Shang Nation was destroyed by the Judgement Army. Altar Lord Di and seven deacons were all killed. One of the deacons self-destructed after being captured. Our sect suffered heavy losses in Shangjing. Many of our sects in the Great Shang Nation were also uprooted. Many of our sect members were killed or escaped …"
With a smack, the wine cup in the young man's hand shattered and turned into smoke.
"What's going on?"
"The assassination was a trap. Altar Lord Di and the others fell into it. None of them survived!"
"Good … Good … Good Beitang Wangchuan, good Great Shang Nation …" The young man's eyes were blood-red. His voice suddenly became as shrill as a devil's and rumbled in the palace. "Let the Five Devils see me!"
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A few minutes later, the young man sat on a blood-red throne in the palace. Five people wearing the same golden grimace mask and long robes with different colors of red, black, purple, gold, and white stood in the palace and bowed to the young man.
Among the five people in the palace, some of them had an extremely strange aura. Some of them had an aura that was filled with bloodlust. Some of them had an aura of death and pestilence. Some of them had an aura of nothingness …
"Greetings, Palace Master!"
"The branch of our sect in Shangjing City of the Great Shang Nation has been destroyed. I'm going to send the five of you to lead your subordinates to Shangjing City of the Great Shang Nation. The Demon Gate is about to open, and the Nine Provinces will be in chaos. The fire of our sect will be reignited wherever it was extinguished. We'll bury Shangjing City with our branch. There are hundreds of millions of mortals in Shangjing City. As for what you're going to do, it will depend on your own abilities.
"Yes!"
After receiving the mission, the five people's figures gradually faded. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from the palace.
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"Sir, we've arrived at Changle Alley …" The coachman opened the door for Xia Pingan. After paying the fare, Xia Pingan walked into the alley.
It took about five or six hours to travel from the Hong Residence to here and through the entire Shangjing City.
Today in Shangjing City, the atmosphere was slightly tense. People were searching for the remaining members of the Blood Demon Church everywhere. Teams of policemen and members of the Judgement Army could be seen on the streets from time to time. There were checkpoints set up at some intersections, and it was not easy to even call for a rental carriage. Many people heard that they were searching for the members of the Blood Demon Church and were so frightened by the words "Blood Demon Church" that they did not dare to go out.
Xia Pingan waited for a long time before he called for a carriage. In addition to the various checkpoints along the way, when Xia Pingan returned to Changle Alley, night had fallen, and the sun was about to set.
Should I buy a carriage and a horse? Otherwise, it would be really inconvenient to travel in Shangjing City.
If I want to buy a carriage, I'll have to hire a coachman.
Xia Pingan muttered in his heart. He walked back to the courtyard he rented, took out his key, and opened the door.
The Black Dragon immediately welcomed him and licked Xia Pingan's hand, indicating that everything in the courtyard was normal.
Just as Xia Pingan was about to walk towards the secret underground room and prepare to fuse with the Realm Pearl, a strange sound rang in Xia Pingan's ears. He turned his head and saw a long piece of tied bedsheet hanging down from an osmanthus tree on the east wall of his courtyard.
The bedsheet was knotted like a strange rope and was swung over from the other side of the wall.
Xia Pingan walked in front of the sheet and raised his head to take a look. He remembered that the neighbor on the east side of this small courtyard was also an extremely wealthy family in Shang Jing City. The courtyard next door was even more imposing and grand than the Hong Fu.
Xia Pingan looked at the bedsheet and was confused. What was the meaning of this? Was the stupid thief in the big house next door going to climb over this bedsheet?
Just as Xia Pingan looked up at the wall above him, there was a low cry of surprise. A figure holding her skirt and climbing up the wall directly fell down from the wall …
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