Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

Chapter 458 Ji Bai 2

Seeing this, the clan leader immediately coaxed him, "Be good, little one. Grandpa will get your shoes for you. Go wait there first. Grandpa will be back soon."

The little boy looked in the direction of his finger and saw another cross on the woodpile.

Everyone fell silent as they listened to the patriarch's somewhat foolish and deceptive words.

No one would believe these words.

Just when someone was about to step forward and forcibly tie the little boy to the wooden frame, the pretty and delicate little boy suddenly moved, jumped off the man's back, and walked straight to the wooden frame.

Everyone looked at him in shock, but quickly came to their senses and started to busy themselves with things to do before the sacrifice.

Half a quarter of an hour later, everyone gathered around the wooden frame, holding torches in their hands. The patriarch standing in the front muttered:

"I respectfully inform the heaven and earth, the sun, the moon, and the stars, that our race will prosper forever... Now I am sending a boy and a girl to show the heart of our race..."

Before the chief had finished speaking, a woman holding a torch in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, "Something is wrong!! Something is wrong with that little boy!!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked over, but the little boy tied to the wooden frame looked a little indifferent, and there was nothing wrong with him.

The patriarch clenched the crutches he raised with both hands, turned to look at the woman who interrupted the sacrifice, and his face became noticeably darker.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask someone to pull the troublesome woman down, the woman looked at the little boy on the wooden frame with her pupils wide open, and said with trembling lips: "Look at his feet..."

Everyone's eyes moved over again. The little boy was barefoot and his toes were pink, round and white. They looked at him carefully for a long time but couldn't find anything wrong.

The clan leader was impatient: "Enough! Drag her away! Lock her up in the forbidden room!"

The woman breathed rapidly. She looked at the people walking towards her, her pupils trembling and her voice trembling as she said, "It has been raining these past few days. The ground we are standing on is all yellow mud, but he...he..."

Before the woman finished her words, everyone involuntarily thought of the scene of looking at the little boy's feet, and their breath paused as they suddenly came to their senses.

Just now, the little boy walked onto the wooden shelf right under their noses, but they didn't notice...whether the little boy stepped on the ground.

Everyone held their breath and lowered their heads little by little with the last glimmer of hope in their hearts. However, when they saw their shoes covered with yellow mud, the hope in their hearts was slowly extinguished.

They raised their heads stiffly, their bodies tense, and looked at the boy's clean feet without a trace of yellow mud. Their hands holding the torches began to tremble.

"Monster...youkai...youkai!!!"

Someone in the crowd reacted first and retreated in horror. Everyone was awakened by his trembling and frightened voice, and the first thing they thought of when they reacted was to escape.

Fortunately, the clan leader had experienced many hardships and soon calmed down. He pounded the ground with his cane and said in a loud and loud voice: "Calm down!!"

A roar stopped everyone in their tracks.

The clan leader: "The ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods has not yet been completed. Now! Burn the sacrifices! Offer them to the heavens!"

Everyone seemed to wake up from a dream. They tilted their heads to look at the torches in their hands, and then turned to look at the powerless little boy who was tied to a wooden frame.

After a long time, they held torches and walked towards the little boy step by step.

Huahua, the little girl who was also tied to the wooden frame, could no longer cry. She looked at the people approaching her with only numbness in her eyes.

The torches were thrown into the firewood under the wooden rack. Because it had rained in the past few days, the firewood was a little wet, so the flames did not jump up suddenly like before, but rose slowly.

There was complete silence all around, and everyone stared at the motionless little boy on the wooden frame. Until the smoke rose and covered his face, they unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, thick inky clouds suddenly squeezed the sky, and it seemed as if they were about to fall down. A cold wind blew with the breath of death. The dark sky also emitted a strange red color. At this moment, the world seemed like purgatory.

The crowd became restless, and a sense of uneasiness arose in everyone's heart. The fire in front of them flickered, and it seemed that a strange face appeared. A shrill cry rang out, followed by various sounds, as if the boys and girls who had been burned to death in the past were telling their own sorrows.

At this moment, the fire seemed to be controlled by something and moved to the side, leaving a wide path.

A figure slowly walked out of the fire.

The clan leader who had been standing calmly at the front of the crowd took a step back with trembling legs after seeing who had walked out.

"Rumble--"

Everyone came to their senses in the thunder and lightning, looking at the little boy standing in the fire. At this moment, he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell to take lives. They screamed in fear and ran around like headless flies.

But soon, the black fog, which was faster than them, caught up with them quickly and enveloped the fleeing people amidst shrill screams. In the blink of an eye, the black fog left, leaving only a pool of blood in its place.

The tribe leader reacted quickly and shouted, "Everyone stop! Don't run! They won't hurt anyone who runs away!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone froze in place, not daring to move.

The originally bustling village suddenly became quiet, and you could even hear the sound of a pin drop.

The people facing the fire saw the little boy raise his hand, and just with this raise of his hand, the raging fire was instantly extinguished.

"Huahua——"

Because of the chaos just now, the woman who was locked in the room escaped. Not knowing what had happened, she ran barefoot towards the little girl who was dizzy from the smoke and fire on the wooden rack.

The little boy looked in the direction of the woman with indifferent eyes, and the black mist that had originally stopped began to tremble slightly again.

"Beautiful brother, please...please...don't hurt my mother."

The little girl tied to the wooden frame was in a daze. She tried to open her eyes and look at the person standing in front of her. Her voice was weak: "Brother... please... please..."

The little boy tilted his head slightly and looked at her, his dark eyes without any emotion.

After a long time, the black fog with the breath of death that had gathered in the sky suddenly rushed down and enveloped the entire small village!