Quick Wear: Thanks to me, you non-humans have successors!

A baby's cry pierced the sky.

Lu Wanyue concentrated, holding the scales tightly, as the farmer's words flooded her mind.

What would happen if you didn't use a scale?

She tightened the scale in her hand again, eager to try.

[Farmer’s Favorability—10]

A pale blue light screen appeared in the air, appearing and disappearing mysteriously, like a heavy hammer hitting my heart.

In broad daylight, my whole body felt cold for no reason, as if I had been trapped in one place for a long time and couldn't move. I was terribly stiff.

She looked around mechanically, as if a pair of strange eyes were watching her from a distance, monitoring her every move.

At this time, the door of the room opened and the midwife came out holding the baby.

Lu Wanyue put away her negative thoughts, walked in with the scales in her hand, and saw a soft and cute cub.

"Hello, my name is Yue. I'm here to send my best wishes on behalf of the farmer. I wish Vivian's child... to be healthy and safe." She was just about to say something like "smart and generous, with a promising future", but the words suddenly changed to "wishing for safety".

Lu Wanyue carefully handed the scale to the midwife, looked around carefully, and said softly, "This is a gift from the farmer."

"Thank you, Yue. I believe the child will like this gift very much." The midwife smiled while holding the child.

Seeing that nothing happened, Lu Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly!

Time suddenly stopped!

A pair of sharp claws stretched out from the void, aiming directly at the baby in the midwife's arms. The sharp claws broke through the baby's chest, grabbed it hard, and held the heart tightly!

The balance scale was floating in the air, and a feather flew in from the void and landed on one end of the scale.

In the palm of the claw, a vibrant mini heart kept beating, and it was placed in the air on the other end of the scale for the final judgment.

The balance tips towards the feather; a newborn baby's heart is actually lighter than a feather!

The baby was unconscious and sleeping with his eyes closed. There was a bloody hole in his tiny chest. The midwife was still smiling and looking happy. Lu Wanyue's expression was frozen in the moment when she realized that her surroundings were safe and she suddenly relaxed. Time seemed to disappear.

The claws squeezed the baby's heart lovingly, and finally placed it in front of the baby's empty chest and pushed gently!

The heart returns to the baby's chest cavity, which quickly fills with blood and flesh, and the chest cavity quickly closes and returns to its original shape.

The huge hand that descended from the void disappeared, and time began to flow.

Lu Wanyue was slightly startled and looked at the scale on the baby's chest curiously - did she put it in this position just now?

It was as if the balance had shifted in the blink of an eye.

She looked at the sleeping baby and the smiling midwife, and nothing seemed to be wrong. She wondered if she was seeing things and was overthinking.

"Sorry to bother you, please tell Ms. Vivian to have a good rest. It's getting late, so I'll leave first. I'll visit you next time when I'm free." Lu Wanyue took one last look at the baby and turned to leave.

She retraced her steps, keeping an eye on the sun as she walked quickly toward the farm.

Illusion?

The sun is setting faster!

Her expression changed and she quickened her pace.

The road ahead seemed to have no end, and the scenery was similar, as if it was repeating over and over again. Lu Wanyue was full of doubts in her heart. She calmed her mind, pulled down some weeds by the roadside, arranged them into the shape of an arrow, and continued walking forward.

It was as if the endless road had been explored, the loop was broken, and after just a few steps, a farm could be seen not far away.

Looking back at the road we came from, a strange fog covered the road, making it hazy and unclear.

Her heart tightened, she rang the alarm, clenched her fists, took a deep breath and entered the farm.

Passing by the sheepfold, a group of sheep stared at her quietly with their rectangular pupils, like the eyes of a devil, and their gazes followed her movements.

Being stared at by the dense eyes in the sheep pen, Lu Wanyue felt uncomfortable all over. The strange feeling lingered and she turned away as if to escape.

"Yue, you did a great job. Go to bed early." The farmer smiled so hard that his beard stood up, and he looked very satisfied.

She quietly and calmly looked at the farmer, trying to find a solution from some clues.

[Farmer’s Favorability +15]

"My pleasure." The favorability reminder brought her back to her senses and she quickly replied.

What’s the use of having five more points of favorability?

While thinking, the farmer suddenly remembered something, turned his head and stared into her eyes and reminded her: "Yue, the sacrifice ceremony will start after 12 o'clock. Don't be curious, don't get close, and don't trespass into the sacrifice site no matter what happens. Stop anyone who tries to break in and disrupt the sacrifice!"

"Please rest assured." She agreed obediently.

[Initially gained the trust of the farmer and became a staff member guarding the sacrificial ceremony.

Work rules: Maintain the order of the sacrificial ceremony, and have the right to kill anyone who disrupts the sacrificial ceremony.

Farmer's warning: Traffic is restricted at the sacrificial site. 】

A light blue prompt box flashed before her eyes, and she immediately returned to the room to analyze the content of the prompt.

Sacrifice - means there must be a sacrifice.

She didn't know what kind of world this was. Could it be that they also believed in gods?

What is the sacrifice?

The good news is that she seems to be on the farm side now. What is the farmer's position in it?

Who will come to disrupt the sacrificial ceremony?

The fog was thick, and she thought of the strange scene of delivering the scales to Vivian's child in the daytime.

In ancient Egypt, Anubis, the god of death, used the weight of a feather to determine eternal life or death, and the instrument used was a scale.

However, the mission target Cerberus is a product of ancient Greek mythology.

Coupled with the death loop prompted by the blue box at the beginning, it is clear that this is not reality.

As the sun sets, the clue instantly circles in my mind: the goat is the incarnation of the devil, and the killing quietly begins in the dark night...

The dim sky seemed to cast a heavy shadow on my heart. The sheep pen was extremely quiet and the whole farm was dead silent, like a cemetery. The wind from the grassland brought gusts of chill.

She tossed and turned, staring at the clock on the wall. The time seemed so long.

“Tick, tick, tick…”

The hypnotic prelude sounded, and I gradually closed my eyes due to sleepiness.

At 12 o'clock midnight, candlelight flickered in the sheepfold, and the farmer walked into the sheepfold holding a sleeping baby.

The skins of the goats in the entire sheepfold were melting and dripping, revealing the bloody texture underneath. Their rectangular pupils were glowing red. Their front limbs were raised, their hind limbs were standing, and they all bowed towards the center, revealing respect in their grotesqueness.

The goat in the center has a pair of dark pupils, as if it can see the abyss in them. It kneels on the ground gracefully with its forelimbs. The shadow beneath it is a black shadow full of tentacles, like a ball of thread with countless openings. The virtual black tentacles are stretched out, and they can't wait to reach out to the shadow of the baby in the farmer's arms.

It was as if the baby's soul was touched through the black shadow of the baby, and a pure and delicious taste seemed to be tasted. The tentacles twisted excitedly, and the black shadow danced on the ground with its fangs and claws.

"Sir, this child has been judged by the scales, and his soul is the purest sacrifice. You will definitely be satisfied." The farmer smiled, knelt down expectantly, raised the baby above his head, and asked to enjoy it.

At this time, a group of uninvited guests appeared outside the farm. They suddenly landed, dressed in strange clothes, and headed straight for the farm with a clear goal.

The moon at midnight becomes brighter, covering up the dark killing.

Lu Wanyue woke up suddenly, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she looked at the clock on the wall the first time.

Oops!

It’s past 12 o’clock!

She quickly stood up and looked out the window. In the dark wilderness in the distance, there were sporadic lights flickering. The lights were moving and getting closer!

What is that?

She walked out of the room, and as she thought of something, she turned around and quietly headed towards the sheepfold.

I tried step by step, but there was no traffic restriction prompt. I hid behind the haystack and could see the scene inside the sheep pen with the naked eye. Suddenly, a prompt box popped up in front of me.

[Warning! Traffic is restricted at the sacrifice site! ]

As the prompt box appeared, all the goats in the sheepfold, whose skins had shed and whose bodies were covered in blood, turned their heads simultaneously, their black, striped pupils staring strangely in her direction.

The farmer saw the goat's behavior and seemed to have sensed something. He looked back and said with a hint of impatience, "Don't worry, sir. They are just a bunch of clamoring ants. They won't disturb you from enjoying the sacrifice. Leave everything to me."

The goat in the center nodded slowly, and the countless closed eyes on its head opened at once. The densely packed devil eyes stared deeply, like the abyss staring at everything.

The farmer placed the baby in front of the goat.

Countless black eyeballs protruded from the goat's head, its bloody mouth looked like a dark abyss, its body was bent like a wild beast about to attack, its hooves stepped hard on the baby's heart, leaving deep hoof prints on the baby's tender red skin.

The farmer's eyes were fanatical as he admired everything with excitement. He clenched his fists in excitement, knelt down and came forward to watch with obsession. His hands were deformed into sharp claws, which gently pricked the baby's delicate skin.

The bright red blood was full of vitality and filled with the smell of rust. The blood dripped down the baby's arm and gathered into a pool on the ground.

The farmer lowered his head and took a deep sniff, licking his beard greedily as it was covered with red blood beads.

The goat did not refuse, He simply enjoyed the beating heart.

The sacrificial ceremony is more like a feast for the devil.

Lu Wanyue knew from the goat's gaze that she had been exposed, and she quickly hid in the haystack, holding her breath and waiting, clutching the hay tightly. Although she was tightly wrapped in the haystack, she felt cold all over for no reason, as if she was naked and seen through from inside out.

For a long time, there was no movement, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

She sensed something was wrong, tightened the hay in her hand, got out of the haystack, and stretched her head to look in the direction of the sheep pen under the cover of the haystack.

In the dim candlelight, I could vaguely make out the farmer's figure, kneeling in front of a goat, with his head down, doing something unknown.

The goats were even more bizarre. The other goats were covered in blood as if they had been skinned. They stood in the sheepfold just like humans. The goat's head in the center looked like an inverted pentagram, with densely packed black eyes, and it seemed to be lowering its head to eat.

It was hard to see clearly from a distance, but the goat slowly raised its head, its bloody mouth stained with red, and it looked at her from a distance, as if it was looking into the abyss.

A pair of large hands seemed to be holding my breath in the air, and my eyes widened, seeing clearly the scene that the goat had hidden with its head down.

The baby who had just been seen during the day and sent blessings now had an empty chest, his young heart beating violently, and blood flowing down his arm.

The goat tore off a piece of tender flesh from the baby's breast, held it in its mouth, sucked until the flesh turned white, then spit it aside and stared at her deeply, as if provoking her.

Her mind was torn apart, and she was overwhelmed by the overwhelming regret and self-blame. She opened her mouth but could not utter a word. Tears flowed silently and blurred her vision. Her hands were tightly grasping the hay until they were shaking!

I couldn't control myself and walked forward. The light blue prompt box kept appearing in front of my eyes, like a freeze!

[Warning! Traffic is restricted at the sacrifice site! ]

[Warning! Traffic is restricted at the sacrifice site! ]

[Warning! Traffic is restricted at the sacrifice site! ]

......

Each step felt like a thousand pounds. She ignored all warnings from the unknown creatures and stepped firmly into the sheepfold.

The goat didn't move at all, but just stared at her quietly, licking the blood on the corner of its mouth gracefully, as if the visitor could not pose any threat to it.

The farmer suddenly raised his head and looked behind him when he heard the footsteps. His beard was raised high in anger, and he spoke in a cold and restrained voice: "Yue! Remember your duty! What do you want to do by stepping into the sacrifice site now? Are you going to betray me?"

Lu Wanyue noticed that Tianping, who was standing next to the baby, trembled and took a half step back, unable to speak. In response to the farmer's accusations, she simply confronted the farmer in silence.

"The devil is here!" A lively male voice shot straight into the sheepfold like an arrow in the dark night, piercing the tense confrontation.

Immediately afterwards, there were several sounds of breaking through the air, and several young men jumped out, holding crosses on their chests, staring fiercely at the people in the sheepfold.

"Hahaha! Yue, I really wronged you. It turns out that you are the outsiders who discovered the sacrificial ceremony! Fulfill your duty! Kill them!" The farmer licked the blood beads on his beard bloodthirstily, looking at the group of outsiders as if he were looking at prey, revealing his bloodthirsty claws.

These...are also outsiders?

Lu Wanyue looked over suddenly, countless doubts filling her throat, but she couldn't ask a single question.

Because several young men looked at her with disgust, and she learned from the bearded man that they were accomplices. They raised the cross to her warily and muttered strange words.

"Yue! Tell them to shut up! I give you the power to kill them!" The farmer's ears were bleeding, his eyes were red, and two drops of bloody tears flowed out. He spoke viciously and violently.

Suddenly, a force surged out of Lu Wanyue's body, endless, and with it came a desire for brutality and bloodthirstiness. The smell of blood in the air seemed to become sweet. The thirst for blood made his throat itch, as if thousands of ants were crawling, and the eagerness for blood occupied his brain.

The farmer looked at her red, bloodthirsty eyes, smiled with satisfaction, and whispered seductively: "Yue, good girl, kill them."

She subconsciously looked for the direction of the sound, and lightly grasped a Death Reaper's sickle in the air with her right hand. With her fingers turning, the sickle spun in the air and pointed directly at the young men!

The young men stepped back half a step, raised the cross cautiously, and chanted secret words that would send people to hell.

She was possessed by the god of death, her expression was indifferent, her eyes were red, her head was tilted mechanically, and she swung the black sickle blade mercilessly!

Seeing that the curse of the spirit and the cross had no effect on her, several young men hurried to avoid being harvested!

The sickle blade cut the skin of one of the young men, and blood seeped into the blade. The dark surface of the sickle blade turned blood red, and the pressure of death slowly unfolded.

The injured young man cried out in pain, accidentally tripped and fell to the ground as he ran away with his arms folded. He tried to struggle to get up, but the blood-red sickle blade suddenly pressed against his fragile neck!

"Good boy! That's it, kill him!"

The farmer was so excited by the impending death scene that his deformed claws kept digging at the baby's soft flesh, tearing it into rotten, bloody flesh.