Inside and Outside World

The blood of the three animals, zebra, bison, and gorilla, was all plundered, and the inlaid skull and skeleton on the human-shaped totem also turned blood red—it seemed to be conscious, with a vitality, watching the people on the square. everyone!

"Lakutu Alimandpianima, lead people to carry these three sacrifices down and boil them." The black elder said.

"Yes, father!"

The black executioner with a super long name nodded to the elder.

At this time, some black buddies also started to raise a pot larger than a millstone on the bonfire. The executioner took a few blacks and treated the three dead animals with boiling hot water for a while, then peeled and picked them. Cut the meat from the bone, throw it into the pot and cook it.

During this time, other people were naturally not idle, and some people surrounded the fire and began to shout loudly.

Amidst the rhythmic sound of animal skin drums, blacks one by one first danced the Fangten Frome dance that would only be performed on the most solemn occasions, and then several blacks wore animal skins around their waists, wrapped bells around their feet, and held machetes. The young warrior walked swiftly and vigorously, shaking his shiny black body, holding a machete and slashing left and right with Li He.

This is a machete dance, similar to the ax dance of the Ax Gang, all to show the bravery, strength and inspiring spirit of the warriors.

The passionate scene somewhat diluted the evil and weird scene during the sacrificial ceremony—Jessica and the other three women seemed to be a little relieved, looking at this exotic style that could not be seen in Europe.

The three animals were continuously boiled in the cauldron, the black executioner... the man called Lakutu for short, and some people added pieces of other materials, such as cassava, corn and black beans, nuts, and even exotic flowers and plants, to the huge inside the pot.

As the smell of meat began to spread, the Adam's apples of many black buddies were shaking. At the moment, someone took out food and grilled it on the fire, but it was just some small bits and pieces—what kind of chrysalis, spiders, grasshoppers, etc., these are just stuffing first abdomen.

In the cauldron, the three animals boiled a pot of thick soup. The complete head of the zebra, the head of the gorilla, and the head of the bison kept sinking and floating in the boiling soup. The clouds have not dissipated, and the sky is getting darker.

The black elder walked to the side of the cauldron at this time, stretched out his dark hand and directly inserted it into the boiling hot soup, grabbed a fist-sized piece of meat and ate it in several bites, then nodded in satisfaction.

He took out a small bag from his waist, opened it, and added some powder into the soup. Immediately, an indescribable aroma came out. Smelling this aroma, this indigenous tribe who seldom eats meat, one by one A lot of saliva was secreted from the mouth. If there were no elders there, and it was a solemn sacrifice, some people might not be able to resist rushing to the pot to grab the meat and eat it.

"What powder did he add?"

Yan Luo seemed curious and asked a black man next to him.

"It's a spice given by the gods. After eating it, it can make people feel ecstatic."

Yan Luo: "..."

At this time, the black elder announced to everyone: "It's done."

Hearing this sentence, some black children even cheered. Many people took out broken bowls, clay pots, tea mugs... and even one person brought a washbasin. Even though everyone's meat was rationed, how much It's good to have some soup too - when the soup is gone, just add water.

When everyone lined up under the scolding of several guards holding spears, ready to receive meat and soup, the black executioner Lakutu suddenly stood up.

"Wait, father, what did you add to the soup?"

"This is given by the gods. It can make people's spirits communicate with the gods. Everyone has eaten it every time they sacrifice... What?" The black elder turned around and looked at his son.

"Miraculous medicine? I'm afraid it's poison."

There was a sneer on Rakutu's dark face.

"You actually said that at the ceremony! Do you want to arouse the wrath of the gods and bring disaster to the tribe?" The black elder paused heavily on the ground with his wooden staff.

Calling evil spirits behind their backs, of course they should be called "gods" in front of so many people during sacrifices.

This sentence made the black people of the tribe talk a lot. For these ignorant indigenous people, sacrifice is the most important thing, and the wrath of the gods is the most terrible disaster.

"Don't scare me, Father."

The black executioner was still smiling: "Where's the snake on your stick?"

The elder's face was gloomy. This time, in order to exchange the power of the evil spirits, a grand blood sacrifice must be carried out, and even... more than 300 people in the entire tribe gave their blood and lives! Although he is the elder of the tribe, it is impossible to order these people to commit suicide—and no matter how powerful he is, he cannot defeat 300 people. After all, among these people, there are also warriors and wizards.

Then there is only one way: poison.

Ordinary poison won't work, so he simply grinds himself, the Gu snake that he spent so much effort to cultivate, into poisonous powder. As long as he gets the power of evil spirits, he infuses it into Jerry, bringing the Hoffman family back to glory without being divided for decades. , is also worthwhile.

But...why, would it be exposed?

The black elder was surprised and suspicious. There was obviously no one around at that time, but he still maintained his superficial composure and shouted with his father's authority: "Lakutu, my son, step back!"

"Hahaha! You say I'm your son?"

The executioner, who wore a phalanx necklace around his neck, laughed vicissitudes of life, and there was endless hatred on his face.

"Lakutu, are you crazy?" the black elder asked in shock.

Once again, the people around were talking a lot. Both the elder and Lakutu were familiar people in the tribe. Suddenly, this man said that the elder was not his father... Isn't this an obvious lie? Or...the elder's wife...

"You must have been infected by the evil from hell, tie him up and take him down! After the sacrifice is over, I will personally exorcise him."

The black elder said in pain.

Two guards walked towards Racutu.

The executioner didn't resist either, and let the two grab his arm, one on the left and the other on the right. Lakutu's eyes gleamed with blood, and there was a cruel and ironic smile on the corner of his mouth: "Even if you take me away, the other people's hearts Suspicion will not be dispelled, this is a pot of highly poisonous broth, if you drink it, the entire tribe will be destroyed!"

"Do you dare to drink it yourself?"

The black elder looked around. The people who had lined up waiting to receive the broth had doubts in their eyes.

For the Hoffman Family…

Having made a decision in his heart, the old man took a pottery bowl, scooped up a large bowl of broth, and drank it in one gulp.

"I've already drank it! The guards took him to the animal pen!"

"Hahaha... you really have the spirit of sacrifice. I never thought that you would drink the poisonous soup in order to sacrifice the blood of everyone in the tribe in exchange for the power of evil spirits... everyone can wait and see if this old guy will be poisonous after a while send."

Racutu's expression suddenly changed, like the suppressed rage before the storm, he growled: "Old guy, should I call your father, or should I call you, a member of the Hoffman family dog?"

"what?"

The heart of the black elder felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. Even his pitch-black face seemed to turn pale at this moment. Broke the real identity.

"32 years ago, when I was two years old, my father, Elder Black Grass, received a group of visitors from Europe, and the Hoffman family, which has maintained friendship with our voodoo tribe for hundreds of years-but this family has not only They are only satisfied with gaining power through trading, they want to get their hands on a more powerful force, and are determined to control the tribe. During that interview, the Huffman family killed my father."

Racutu's eyes were full of tears: "I will never forget, my father, the scene of his death, his body was soaked in the potion, and then, from head to toe, a complete piece of skin was peeled off, a blonde Man, put on his skin..."

"From then on, that man played the role of Black Grass and my father, but he didn't expect that I, who was only two years old, would remember all this deeply, and secretly swore in my heart that one day I would take revenge, Not only to take revenge on you, but also to take revenge on the Hoffman family! Now, the sole heir of this family has arrived, and my chance has come."

"You! You have been controlled by evil, take him away, take him away!"

The black elder waved his stick, as if he wanted to cast some kind of spell, but the poisonous soup he drank exploded, and an unbearable pain burst from his body, and he spurted out a big mouthful of blood: "You , my son, you actually treat your father..."

"Father? No, you are just an actor! You have played the role of the elder and the role of the father! This performance lasted for 32 years, but you are still not as good as me! Because I am also an actor, although I have buried in my heart Blindly hate, want to kill you every moment, but I endured it, endured it for 32 years, and waited for the Hoffman family to come again-I played the role of son perfectly, better than you, Go deeper!"

"Do you know how Tia and Manga died?"

The ferociousness and tyranny disappeared from Racutu's face, leaving only an expressionless coldness.

"Before they went to dig the grave, I secretly cast a curse! A curse that makes people angry and mad! Let them kill each other, and let two people who have the same power of witchcraft and are loyal to you die! Now, you have arrived The end is over. You will die, the heir of the Hoffman family, and so will the three women, who will become slaves! Locked in the cellar until they die!"

Under the anger and grief, the black elder could no longer use his own power to suppress the terrifying toxin~www.NovelMTL.com~ Black blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and tears rolled down from his eyes.

Grabbing the two guards of La Kutu, they involuntarily let go of their hands. They were full of doubts about the current situation, and they were even at a loss.

"boom!"

Lakutu rushed up and kicked the old man to the ground with one kick. He kicked a few more times vigorously and rolled the old man into the fire.

"Ah, ah..."

The black elder yelled in pain, and tried to get out of the fire, but every time he rushed out, he would be kicked back by Lakutu. The other black people in the tribe watched the scene with their eyes, No one went up to stop it.

They saw that in the flames, a layer of black skin on the elder's body was burnt to pieces, revealing his Caucasian complexion and blond hair.

Sure enough, he put on a piece of human skin and disguised himself as a tribal elder for 32 years.

"For more than 30 years, I have truly regarded myself as your father. I have poured my love into you and even trained you as a wizard. In my heart, you are my son! Why do you want to do this, why! This time, Even if it is a blood sacrifice, I will not kill you! Son..."

The figure in the flames wailed and howled like a night owl, and suddenly shouted: "Master Jerry, run, I will stop these people for you!"

The old man standing in the fire put his hand into his chest and pulled out a bright red beating heart: "I curse, I curse with my heart..."

"go to hell!"

His words stopped abruptly, and the rushing Lakutu cut off his neck with the long knife that killed the gorilla. One was burning with flames, and it could even be vaguely seen that the handsome head of the youth was still there, and it rolled on the ground with a grunt.