Zhang Jinkang said that the villagers would come to offer sacrifices at two o 'clock in the afternoon, but today, they waited until three o' clock, but no villagers came.
Wang Nan had played the game four times, so she naturally knew that once the rules started killing people, they would not stop unless there was only one person left.
Those who participated in the game should not have the mentality that they were the last lucky person. Otherwise, reality would teach them a lesson.
Wang Nan had participated in the game four times, but each time, she relied on her absolute strength to fight her way out.
This time, she did not think that she would be the last lucky person. Therefore, after waiting for so long and not getting what she wanted to see, Wang Nan's expression was particularly ugly.
She even began to wonder if Zhang Jinkang was lying to her when he said those words last night.
However, Wang Nan was an old man who had played the game four times. Even though she had all kinds of guesses in her heart, she did not show it on her face. She only asked with a smile, "Are they not offering sacrifices today?"
Zhang Jinkang still said with a calm face, "I'm not sure. Let's wait and see."
Zhang Jinkang said to wait a little longer, so Wang Nan could only wait a little longer.
However, another hour passed, and still no one came. Just as Wang Nan was about to leave, there was a sudden movement by the riverbank.
A group of people walked in, beating gongs and drums. This time, they did not bring live chickens, ducks, or pigs that Zhang Jinkang had described, but two people covered in blood.
They happened to know these two people. They were Qian Li and Tang Song.
When they saw the bloodstains in Qian Li and Tang Song's room, they thought that Qian Li and Tang Song were doomed. They did not expect that they were still alive.
However, being tied to a stick like a dead pig, and thinking about what they would face later, it was no different from being dead.
Obviously, Qian Li and Tang Song were very clear about what they were about to face. Their faces were as pale as a sheet of paper, especially Tang Song, whose body was trembling like a sieve.
After Tang Song and Qian Li were put down by the river, an elder who looked to be in his sixties walked out from the crowd. He first bowed to the river, then asked in a negotiating tone, "Sir, we have brought these two people here according to your instructions. May I ask if you can be lenient with this year's sacrifice? These ten pairs of virgin boys and girls are too hard to find. "
The elder's words were like a stone thrown into the water. The originally calm surface of the river instantly rippled. Then, Jiujiu and the others saw a shocking scene.
Many broken bones were spewing out of the river.
The broken bones smashed heavily on the elder's body, and a large piece of bone directly smashed a bloody hole in the elder's forehead.
However, the elder didn't seem to feel anything. He just stood there and continued to plead, "Sir, we really can't find ten virgin boys and girls in our village. How about we buy a few more for you next year? Can you be more lenient this year?"
What answered the elder was still a pile of broken bones.
The elder knew that even if he pleaded twice, the result would still be the same. Thus, he didn't say anything else and signaled the others to throw Tang Song and Qian Li into the river.
The crowd untied Qian Li and Tang Song from the rods. Four people grabbed their hands and feet and threw them into the river.
Just like how Zhang Jinkang described live chickens, ducks, and pigs, the moment Tang Song touched the surface of the water, he stopped breathing and sank into the river.
The moment Qian Li was thrown into the water, he suddenly pulled a villager and fell into the river with him.
That villager's face was still filled with shock as he sank into the water with Qian Li.
After throwing the villager into the water, the elder quickly left with the others.
Then, there was the ear-piercing chewing sound from Zhang Jinkang's mouth.
Crunch, crunch, crunch. There was also the sound of swallowing saliva, which made their scalps go numb.
This sound continued for more than an hour until the sky was completely dark. Then, they heard a satisfied burp.
After witnessing such a strange thing with their own eyes, and seeing the villagers throw their companions into the water and hearing the strange chewing sound, everyone returned with ashen faces.
What made them despair was that tonight's meal was different from the vegetarian feast from before. Instead, it was all meat.
The lion's head was divided into four, revealing the pinkish inner parts, which were accompanied by the maroon sauce.
There was also a bone broth that had been simmered for an unknown period of time. It was as tender as milk, with emerald green onions and small vegetables floating in it.
There was also sweet and sour pork ribs and red braised meat wrapped in a tempting sauce.
This was what they wanted to eat but couldn't before.
But today, after seeing such a strange and somewhat disgusting scene, and seeing such meat in front of them, they couldn't help but let their imagination run wild.
For example, why was there no meat in the past? Why was there so much meat after someone died today?
Where did all this meat come from?
At the thought of this, Jiujiu, who saw Tang Song and Qian Li die with her own eyes, felt nauseous.
Compared to Jiujiu and the others' disgust, Zhao Xian and Chen Xiaoyao, who were unaware of this, were much calmer.
Especially Zhao Xian, who couldn't be happier without meat. After eating vegetarian for so many days, he was already craving for it. At this moment, he naturally didn't refuse anything.
Zhao Xian was tall and burly, but he was exceptionally narrow-minded. As if afraid that others would snatch it from him, he stuffed the meat into his mouth with chopsticks one after another.
The pinkish lion's head was crushed by his white teeth. As he ate, he said, "It's really delicious. You guys eat too."
Of course, although Zhao Xian said that they should eat too, his hands were exceptionally quick to stuff all the lion's heads into his mouth.
After eating the lion's head, it was time for sweet and sour pork ribs.
The sweet and sour pork ribs were stewed until the meat was separated from the meat. With just one bite, the meat on the ribs could be removed from the ribs.
Zhao Xian ate the ribs in one bite, and in the end, he ate like a madman. He directly brought the plate of red braised meat in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth piece by piece.
At first, he would spit out the bones, but in the end, he chewed and swallowed all the meat and bones into his stomach like a madman.
After eating the ribs, Zhao Xian began to drink the bone soup.
The bone soup, which was as tender and white as milk, emitted waves of tempting fragrance.
Zhao Xian gulped it down in big mouthfuls.
Liu Ren's portion of bone broth was finished in just a moment.
After Zhao Xian finished eating, his stomach bulged like a six-month-pregnant woman.
After finishing everything, Zhao Xian let out a satisfied burp. His originally pale and bloodless face miraculously flushed, and his eyes shone like the stars in the sky.
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