Drunken Swordsman: I choose the ruthless way, why are you crying?

Chapter 61 Mysterious Sacrifice!

Qin Hao followed the honest and simple villager and slowly walked into the village.

The sun shines on the scattered houses, and the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking can be heard one after another, adding a lively atmosphere to this seemingly ordinary village.

However, in this calm and peaceful atmosphere, it seemed a little weird.

During the conversation with the villagers, Qin Hao learned that this village has existed for a long time, but its existence is little known, as if it had been forgotten by time in this corner of the virtual sky realm.

An indescribable intuition told Qin Hao that beneath this tranquil appearance, the village seemed to be hiding some secret.

"Brother, this village is so unique, there must be many unknown stories, right?" Qin Hao tentatively asked the villager next to him.

The villagers paused for a moment, a trace of panic flashed in their eyes, and they quickly said, "There's nothing special about it. We just make a living by farming."

Qin Hao stood there thinking for a moment after hearing this, and then went to ask a few villagers, but whenever they touched on key issues, the villagers either avoided the question or left in a hurry.

This evasive attitude made Qin Hao more certain that there must be something fishy going on.

Full of doubts, Qin Hao decided to explore the village himself.

He walked along the winding paths, carefully observing everything around him. Strange rune marks could be vaguely seen on the walls of some houses.

Qin Hao leaned in to take a closer look and lightly touched the runes with his fingertips. Instantly a slight electric current spread throughout his body, causing him to shiver.

What a weird place.

The appearance of the rune made Qin Hao more alert.

Continuing to go deeper into the village, Qin Hao accidentally discovered an ancient sacrificial site.

However, the entrance to the place was covered by lush vines, and if he was not careful, it would be easy to miss it.

After looking around and confirming that there was no one there, Qin Hao stepped in.

What catches the eye are the tall and weathered stone pillars standing all around, which are also engraved with mysterious runes. The erosion of time has made some of the runes blurred, but they still exude a strange atmosphere.

The floor of the sacrificial site is paved with huge bluestones, covered with intricate patterns.

Qin Hao squatted down and brushed away the dust on the stone surface with his hand. The lines on the stone seemed to come alive, flickering with a faint light.

In the center of the venue, there is a huge stone statue that looks solemn and dignified. The facial expression of the statue has been worn away by time and is difficult to recognize, but one can still feel a sense of majesty from its posture.

Qin Hao walked around the stone statue and found lines of ancient text engraved on the base of the statue. He tried hard to decipher them but could only understand fragments of the words.

However, Qin Hao was immersed in these mysterious traces unknowingly, even he himself did not realize it.

As the sun sets, the afterglow covers the entire village with a layer of golden gauze.

Night falls.

A strange atmosphere gradually enveloped the village.

At night, when everything was quiet, Qin Hao was awakened from his thoughts by a faint low singing voice.

He suddenly drew out the Netherworld Demon Sword, looked around, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

When exactly did I lose my mind?
Holding the magic sword tightly, Qin Hao quietly groped forward in the direction of the sound. Under the moonlight, he saw villagers dressed in simple costumes, gathered in the square in the center of the village, holding a sacrificial ceremony.

In the center of the square, a blazing bonfire illuminated everyone's faces, and strange lights jumped and flickered in the flames, as if they had life.

The villagers gathered around the campfire, clasped their hands together, and muttered something. The sound was like an ancient spell, with a mysterious rhythm.

As the chanting rose and fell, dreamlike lights and shadows appeared in the air above the bonfire, twisting and changing, as if it was a portal to another dimension. Qin Hao hid in the shadows on the side, his eyes fixed on the ceremony site.

The mysterious power fluctuations spread out from the campfire as the center. Qin Hao felt his heartbeat quicken as if he was about to be pulled out by this force.

Under the influence of this power, the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees rustled, as if telling ancient secrets.

Qin Hao tried hard to calm his breathing, trying to feel this mysterious power more clearly.

However, just as Qin Hao was thinking, the rhythm of the ceremony suddenly accelerated and the power fluctuations became stronger.

Qin Hao felt dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning. He gritted his teeth and tried hard not to faint.

At this time, the light from the bonfire shot up into the sky, illuminating the sky above the entire village. Strange runes appeared in the air, then fell like a meteor and merged into the bodies of the villagers.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qin Hao became more and more confused.

But he remained alert from beginning to end, hiding in the dark and observing everything around him.

However, at this moment, a mysterious force suddenly erupted from the center of the ceremony.

This force spread rapidly around like invisible tentacles, trying to control Qin Hao's mind.

Qin Hao suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, and there seemed to be countless noises in his head, trying to disturb his thoughts.

His eyes became extremely firm, like the twinkling stars in the cold night, and the spiritual power in his body instantly surged like a surging tide.

This tremendous spiritual power quickly gathered in his body, forming an extremely solid line of defense. He struggled to resist the erosion of the mysterious power.

He clenched his teeth, his facial muscles trembling slightly due to the extreme effort, and the veins on his forehead bulged like a winding earthworm.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and cheeks like rain, soaking his clothes, but he had no time to care.

Due to Qin Hao's unexpected intrusion, the sacrificial ceremony that was originally proceeding peacefully underwent slight changes.

The originally stable and orderly energy fluctuations now became chaotic, as if a huge rock was thrown into a calm lake, causing thousands of waves.

An unprecedented powerful force begins to awaken, a force full of danger and chilling.

The entire village was instantly plunged into chaos and disaster.

The house began to shake violently, making a horrible creaking sound, as if it was groaning in pain.

Then, one house after another collapsed under the weight, raising a cloud of dust that darkened the originally clear sky.

The ground could not withstand the impact of this powerful force and began to crack.

The huge crack was like a ferocious mouth, ruthlessly devouring everything around it.

The villagers' screams of terror rang out one after another. They were like ants on a hot pan, running around, trying to find a safe place to hide.

The children were so scared that they cried loudly, their cries sounded particularly mournful in the chaos. The old people were at a loss in panic, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

While Qin Hao was resisting the mysterious power's control over his mind, he was watching the tragic scene happening around him.

The wails, cries, and screams coming from all around him were like sharp daggers, constantly piercing his soul, making his mind even more confused and making it increasingly difficult for him to concentrate.

The cracks in the ground continued to expand and the vibrations became more and more intense, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

Qin Hao endured the pain and tried to steady his breathing. He tried to concentrate and think about strategies to deal with the terrible crisis before him.

(End of this chapter)