Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"This is a declaration of war against the Demonic Kingdom! It will show that we, the Tantric sect, will never surrender to the demons!"

The shouting below became more intense.

The crazy scene made Zhang Yi and the others feel goose bumps all over their bodies.

The crazy expressions of those believers were truly horrifying.

Then, Deji waved his hand and several people in uniform walked onto the stage with knives.

Zhang Yi knew the person in the lead. He was the chef of the Pudge family, Pudge Luodan.

He still had that meticulous 3:7 side-parted hair, which must have been styled with hair oil, as there wasn't a single messy spot.

Zhang Yi said in his heart: It’s about to begin!

The next step, undoubtedly, would be the execution of the rebel prisoners.

But the person who came was a cook, which was really creepy.

Zhou Ke'er subconsciously hugged Zhang Yi's arm tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Their so-called execution, are they going to kill these people on the spot..."

She didn't say the second half of the sentence because it seemed cruel.

At this time, they finally understood what the large wooden barrel carried to the center of the square and the huge pot were used for.

"Gulp" Yang Siya swallowed her saliva, she felt a little nauseous.

"Zhang Yi...how about we leave first?"

Although I had seen the Pudge family's methods of treating people like sheep before, it was just a quick glimpse.

But now, we have to watch them cook a group of living people. This is really hard to accept.

"If you don't want to see, just close your eyes and block out the sound. If we leave suddenly now, it will be too obvious."

Zhang Yi said in a somewhat cold voice.

He was not angry with Yang Siya, but the current situation made him feel heavy in his heart.

Especially when he looked at the believers below.

When they heard that these rebels were going to be slaughtered, greed flashed in their eyes and they subconsciously raised their bowls.

Only then did Zhang Yi understand why Pajigesang and others were so accustomed to this kind of thing.

It turns out that this is a very normal thing in today's snowy plateau.

Paji Gesang also diligently explained to Zhang Yi: "This ceremony is called sky burial, and it must be performed by a professional sky burial master."

"During the sky burial process, the flesh of the corpse is cut into small pieces and then fed to the eagles."

"In our snowy plateau, we believe that eagles are messengers of the gods, capable of carrying human souls to paradise."

"So this ritual is to purify them."

Zhang Yi looked around and didn't see a single eagle.

No wonder, the animals still alive on the snowy plateau today cannot get close to humans.

There is a risk of being caught and eaten.

Most eagles could not withstand the extreme cold and would have frozen to death long ago.

"There's no eagle, so you hire a human to replace it?"

Zhang Yi asked playfully.

Paji Gesang chuckled, "After their death, they were able to enter the stomachs of Tantric believers, which can be considered as purification."

This method also has a special meaning.

After consuming the flesh and blood of the rebels, the possibility of these believers being persuaded to join the rebels in the future will be greatly reduced.

As the lead operator of this operation, Luo Dan meticulously completed the arrangements in the center of the square.

Sky burial requires a professional sky burial platform and knives for cutting flesh and blood.

He brought a complete set of knives, for cutting, chopping, boning... everything you need.

Before the sky burial ceremony, one needs to pray to the gods and Buddhas, wishing that the dead can be purified and enter the Western Paradise.

Luo Dan stood in the middle of the square, carefully held up the knife in his hand, and prayed for the person being executed according to the ritual.

The sky burial ceremony is a process of preparing the deceased for reincarnation.

But today, this sky burial is for a living person.

According to the requirements of the four chieftains, these rebels would not be killed with a single blow.