The daily life of the villain and the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

"Hold him, don't let him move!"

In the dim night, a group of people in black robes carried a black cloth bag sneakily through the woods.

The leader of the man in black seems to be young, and his voice sounds very young. He bowed his body, patrolled around vigilantly with a pair of eyes, and urged in a low voice: "Hurry up."

The black bags in their hands seemed to contain some kind of large living creature, which was constantly struggling. Occasionally, there was a small sound coming from it, so that the people who were carrying them had to use some strength to restrain each other.

The leader showed red hair under his black robe, kicked the black bag anxiously, and shouted in a low voice, "Be honest."

"Boss," a weak voice sounded, "Are we really going to do this?"

The man in black robe who spoke was not very old, he was a tall white boy, he looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, he glanced at the black cloth bag, and his voice was a little uneasy, "If you are caught People in the exclusion camp know we're screwed."

The person called the boss sneered. He has rare reddish-brown hair, and there are some brown freckles on both sides of his cheeks. He doesn't look ugly, but he has a vicious temperament. With arrogant eyes, "You are such a coward, Wolfe."

He kicked the swaying black cloth bag again, and said contemptuously: "It's just a yellow monkey, and it's still a wild species. Even if it dies, no one will care. What are you worried about?"

"Or?" The red-haired leader's sinister eyes swept over the faces of every man in black, "Do you want to quit?"

All the people he saw lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look at him, as if the boy in front of them was not a human but a ghost, and they all knew what would happen if they disobeyed the boy's orders.

Threatened by the red-haired leader, the team started again. They walked through the woods and finally came to a semi-open cave surrounded by huge rocks facing the sea.

The tranquil sea is calm, and the fresh sea breeze dispels the summer heat and brings a cool breath. The moonlight sprinkles a layer of silver fragments on the sea, which is too beautiful to behold.

Under the bright moonlight, several men in black robes lit torches. In the light of the fire, the red-haired leader took out a bucket of red liquid, and began to draw on the cleaned rocks with a medium-sized brush.

He draws very carefully, with madness in his eyes, but he writes very quickly, as if he has practiced thousands of times.

The rest of the men in black didn't dare to disturb him, they stood there with torches to illuminate him.

Half an hour later, the bloody pattern was completed. In the circular outline, various symbols of unknown meaning were intertwined to form a complex totem. In the middle was a five-pointed star. The bright red color looked a little ominous under the moonlight.

The red-haired leader looked at his work with satisfaction for a while, carefully placed the red "pigment" behind the corner, then turned around and ordered to the black-robed companions who were frightened into quails: "Bring him in!"

The black cloth bag was opened, revealing a tear-stained teenager. He has a delicate appearance even among Asians. His long black hair and thin body make him look a bit weak, and his beautiful peach eyes are full of tears.

The boy's hands and feet were tightly bound with thick hemp rope, and his mouth was still covered with tape. Due to being bound for too long, there were red marks on his hands and feet, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like he was being slaughtered.

"It's so beautiful." The red-haired leader held his chin with one hand, his eyes were fascinated, even though he had seen it many times, he still couldn't help admiring this face, "It's a pity to sacrifice you. "

The young man turned his face away in disgust, with hatred in his eyes that couldn't be concealed, even if he was angry, it looked extraordinarily good-looking on that face.

Seeing this, the red-haired leader not only didn't get angry, but laughed, increased the strength in his hand, and turned the boy's face forcefully.

"This look is also very beautiful, I believe my lord will like it."

Dedicating the best things to God, God should be happy too, the red-haired leader snuffed out the reluctance in his heart, and said coldly: "Do it!"

The boy was dragged into the painted bright red pattern by the crowd, and his hands and feet were held down by several men in black robes.

The red-haired leader took out the silver knife he had prepared, and with a fanatical smile on his face, he said loudly: "The ceremony has begun! Now, everyone takes this knife and bleeds the sacrifice. The awakening of our Lord requires the sweet flesh and blood of a lamb." Come wake up."

The men in black robes who held the young man's hands and feet looked at each other, feeling a little reluctant in their hearts. Although they were compelled to be accomplices by the red-haired leader's lust, they never thought of killing someone with their own hands.

Seeing that no one responded, the red-haired leader narrowed his eyes and looked at Wolfe, who was the largest.

"Wolf, you come first."

Wolfe, who was stared at by the boss, widened his eyes. He opened his mouth but couldn't say no to him anyway. He could only drag his heavy body forward and took the silver knife from the red-haired leader. The cold touch made him shiver uncontrollably.

The red-haired leader didn't give him the silver knife directly, but grabbed his hand and brought him to the boy's arm. He compared the boy's wrist and said, "Did you see this? There's an artery hidden underneath. , as long as you scratch it lightly, with a swoosh, the blood will flow out."

Behind Wolfe, the red-haired leader taught him how to gesture in a hug-like posture. His sweet voice was like a lover's raving, but in Wolfe's ears, it was as terrifying as a poisonous snake spewing out a letter.

Wolf shook his hands, struggling in his heart, his wrist was painfully pinched by the red-haired leader, the fear of killing made him feel exciting and frightened, but under the repeated urging of the red-haired leader, he finally closed his eyes and swiped go down.

There was a line of blood on the wrist of the sacrifice boy, and the skin and flesh were opened due to too much force, and the blood gushed out. The boy let out a muffled grunt, his body began to tremble due to pain and fear, and his eyes showed despair.

"Very good!" The red-haired leader smiled sweetly like a child who got candy. He patted Wolfe on the shoulder as a reward, and said loudly to the others: "Even a timid Wolfe can do it!" Come on, you can too."

The silver knife dripping with blood was passed to the next person. It was a brown-haired Caucasian boy. Unlike Wolff, his eyes flashed eagerly. As a follower who adores the red-haired leader, he didn't feel that killing people was disgusting. Scared, but thought it was cool.

So, with a hint of excitement on his face, he impatiently stroked the artery on the left hand of the sacrificial boy.

Followed by a black teenager, silently carried out the order, and handed the silver knife to a brown-skinned girl with colorful braids next to her.

Although the girl was also a little scared, her mood was fairly stable because of her companions. After she bled the sacrificial boy's left leg, she looked at the red-haired leader with flushed cheeks. Showing a shy smile, the response from her crush made her let go of the guilt of killing, and it was a little sweet instead.

She loves the man in front of her, even if it is a crime, she is willing to go to hell with him.

With the actions of several people, more and more blood flowed out from the sacrificial body, and a strong bloody smell filled the cave, stimulating the breathing of everyone present.

The sacrificial young man's face became paler to the naked eye, his lips were as white as paper, the continuous blood loss made him feel a little dizzy, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

The silver knife was finally passed on to a short-haired Asian boy with yellow skin. He had the same skin color as the sacrificial boy, but his figure was much stronger.

The position he is in charge of is the neck of the sacrifice.

Facing the face of the sacrificial young man, he could clearly see that the other party's gradually lax eyes were staring at him, as if silently begging, and crystal tears flowed slowly from those beautiful eyes like pearls.

This put a lot of pressure on him. Although he was not familiar with it at ordinary times, the other party was also a fresh life, so he couldn't attack the person with these eyes.

The Asian boy was trembling, his lips were white, and the hand holding the knife was trembling around the neck of the sacrificial boy, and he could hardly lift it up, as if the silver knife in his hand weighed a thousand catties.

After a fierce psychological struggle, he finally threw down the knife like a collapse, covered his face and shouted: "I...I can't do it, I don't want to kill people!"

The red-haired leader never expected such a thing to happen, and was overwhelmed by the rage of disobedience and betrayal. He kicked the Asian boy to the ground fiercely, with veins throbbing on his forehead, and gasped, "You How dare you?"

The Asian boy was kicked and lying on the ground, even though he was in pain, he didn't dare to cry, he just shivered in place.

"Trash." Looking at his companion who was covering his face and crying, the red-haired leader looked disgusted. He bent down to pick up the knife, took out a white cloth from his pocket, and carefully wiped off the dust on the silver knife.

He wiped it carefully, as if he was facing some peerless treasure.

After wiping, the red-haired leader seemed to have calmed down, with a cold expression on his face. He approached the Asian boy with a knife, his eyes were cold, and he looked at the Asian boy as if he were looking at a dead object.

"Since you don't want to, then go down and accompany him first!"

A silver light flashed, and there was a scream.

Blood gushed out from the neck of the Asian boy, nourishing the red-haired leader like a fountain under the high pressure of the arteries.

The Asian boy let out a gasping sound, fell to the ground and twitched a few times, then stopped moving.

The red-haired leader ignored the eyes of his companions as if they were looking at demons. He squatted in front of the sacrificial boy, held up the blood-splattered face of the sacrificial boy, and said softly, "It doesn't matter, there is no such trash, I will personally Perform the last rites for you."

The sacrificial boy had long lost the strength to struggle. He felt the cold knife cutting through the flesh, and a white light flashed in front of his eyes.

His strong will to survive made him cry in his heart.

Help me, whoever will save me, whether it is a god or a devil, whoever will save me!

But nothing happened, the boy could only slowly lose consciousness in the intense unwillingness and coldness of blood loss.

The red-haired leader looked at the sacrifice with his eyes closed, happily dropped the silver knife, and recited the sacrificial words that he had memorized long ago.

The obscure sacrificial words were lengthy and chaotic, and amidst the strange and passionate voice of the red-haired leader, the blood-soaked pattern on the ground began to slowly undergo unknown changes.

The first thing to change was the temperature. It was summer at this time. Although the seaside was not hot because of the sea breeze, the temperature was not low, but as the sacrifices continued, it was getting colder and colder.

A strange cold air seemed to emerge from hell, with the sacrifice as the center, white frost visible to the naked eye began to spread, a layer of white frost hung on the eyebrows and hair of the sacrifice boy, and the cold air collided with the heat in the air , turned into thick white mist, and it looked more and more strange in the cave.

Then, the blood on the ground began to move by itself like a living thing, and even the blood in the body of the dead Asian boy was attracted, and the trickle flowed into the pattern where the sacrificial boy was located, spreading all over every part of it. symbol, and emitted a strange red light.

The sky outside the cave also completely darkened, the calm sea was broken, the moonlight was covered by layers of dark clouds, the waves rolled, and the wind howled.

Everyone had long been petrified by a series of changes, but they had no chance to escape.

Layers of ravings suddenly appeared in their ears. The sounds seemed to come from a distant space, and seemed to be right in front of them. These crazy ravings seemed to have a strange attraction, so they couldn't help but listen. .

But when they wanted to listen carefully, they found that they couldn't hear it clearly at all, and it made people dizzy instead.

The four remaining boys in black robes covered their ears, and fell to the ground as if they were drunk, their faces were full of pain and twists, their nostrils overflowed with blood, and what was even more frightening was that the blood was also attracted by the patterns on the ground Then, it flowed towards the direction where the sacrificial boy was.

Obviously, those ravings do not belong to the existence that humans can listen to.

"My lord!" The only one who was not affected was the red-haired leader, who had already knelt on the ground excitedly, with tears in his eyes.

He devoutly kissed the flashing red pattern, praised loudly incoherently, and expressed his wish with ecstasy, "Please accept the sacrifice of your most loyal servant, and bestow favor on your servant!"

The red-haired leader who was in a frenzy didn't notice at all that the fingers of the sacrificial boy's right hand, whose body had already become cold in the pool of blood, moved slightly.

The wind at sea was getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that something was brewing in the darkness. The sound of the turbulent waves covered everything. No one knew what was going on in this cave.