Wang Xiaocao's Fast Travel

Wang Xiaocao was dumbfounded.

Whether it was the red ribbon or the chrysanthemum, they both had an unpleasant smell that made people feel very uncomfortable. Especially this red ribbon, she could faintly smell a bloody smell, which could be cow blood, or more likely human blood.

But they asked us to tie red ribbons on our wrists. I don’t know why, but it’s really disgusting.

Unfortunately, except for those who had the courage to escape into the mountains, the rest of the people did not dare to resist and could only do as they were told.

Starting with the first person, the one who has tied the red ribbon needs to go to the altar to perform the kneeling ceremony. At the same time, the chrysanthemum in the hand is required to be thrown into a small round pool of blood-red water in the middle of the altar.

Soon, one chrysanthemum after another was completely submerged in red, as if foreshadowing something.

The whole process went unexpectedly smoothly. No accidents happened and no one came out to cause trouble.

"The ceremony of offering sacrifice to the heaven begins!"

"Invite the Heavenly Master!"

At this time, the protagonist who presided over the ceremony finally appeared.

A monk?

Yes, it is really unbelievable that a monk who believes in the compassion of Buddha is the leader of this weird ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky.

"Amitabha, our Buddha is merciful and can save all sentient beings..." The old monk was beating a wooden fish and chanting familiar scriptures. He looked like a bodhisattva, but his insides had already rotted away.

"Host, you are surrounded!" 666 jumped out to remind. From its perspective, the square was full of people. The closer to the altar, the more strange-looking people there were.

Each of them had a ferocious face and stared at all the humans present, just waiting for the order to attack in groups.

The strange thing is that the closer they get to the altar, the more dazed they become.

Subconscious fears don't lie.

They are afraid of the altar! Or rather, the altar is where they were once buried, so those fears have become muscle memory even if they have forgotten them.

In other words, for humans, the closer they are to the altar, the safer they are.

"Host, hurry up and get on the altar."

"They're getting out of control!"

As the old monk chanted, their consciousness was taken away and they soon became puppets of killing.

Thanks to 666's reminder, Wang Xiaocao reached the altar as quickly as possible, but others were not so lucky.

At the same time, all the ghosts appeared in front of people, staring at the bloody flesh in front of them.

"Ah!" With a scream, the massacre officially began.

"what?"

"Ghost? Ghost!"

"Help... help!"

"Run! Run!"

It is obvious that the so-called ceremony of offering sacrifice to heaven is just a cover, and killing is their real purpose.

At this time, even the dumbest people would realize that something was wrong and would stay away from the altar. There were very few people like Wang Xiaocao who went against the grain.

Wang Xiaocao wanted to remind them to go to the altar, but unfortunately, the old monk noticed her intention and began to control the ghosts to intercept them.

That’s right, those strange-looking creatures standing around the altar are no longer ghosts;

Ghosts have no thoughts, no consciousness, and are even more difficult to control.

This is also the reason why the old monk does not dare to act rashly.

At this point you may be asking, where are the guards? Why didn't they come out to stop Wang Xiaocao?

It’s not that they don’t want to come out, but that they dare not.

No matter if it was a ghost or a demon, they would lose control when they smelled blood and flesh. As the old monk's subordinates, they must have known the truth. So when the old monk showed up, they had already retreated and stayed away from here.

Actually, these are just means to scare them. The truth is, the old monk doesn't want these men to get close to here. He has his secrets that cannot be seen by anyone.

However, after hunting geese all day, he was eventually pecked by a goose. This was the Waterloo of his life.

Wang Xiaocao dodged the attacks of the ghosts flexibly, and did not forget to observe the situation outside the field. It can only be said that the situation is not optimistic.

There are too many ghosts and it is only a matter of time before they are killed. What should we do?