Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

Lin Feng struggled: "What are you doing? What are you going to do?"

Several villagers moved two tables, and then someone else carried over an incense burner the size of a watermelon.

Others each held a bundle of firewood and piled it into a small round platform in front of the table.

The five tied-up players and Ya Ya were thrown up there together.

Zhang Dazhong was wearing a long robe that he had somehow acquired, and he was holding a burning incense stick in his hand.

"May the Mountain God bless us. The villagers of Shiliu Village are willing to offer six human sacrifices to the Mountain God. Please bless our Shiliu Village with favorable weather and abundant harvests, and may the villagers live to be a hundred years old."

After saying that, Zhang Dazhong placed the incense sticks in the incense burner, and Lin Feng and the others suddenly realized that they had become sacrifices.

The other players were shocked. "We're doomed! We're going to die here!"

Lin Feng roared angrily, but his body was bound too tightly, and they couldn't struggle at all.

At this point, Lin Feng had no choice but to ask others for help.

Besides the five players who were tied up, there were also four other people present: Wang Jiale, Zhou Ke, Su Hong, and Zhao Wei.

"Help me, Jiale, please save me."

At this moment, Wang Jiale was both hesitant and afraid. She wanted to save Lin Feng, but Zhao Wei blocked her way.

"What are you doing? Don't do anything foolish. They're not choosing us as sacrifices right now. Just bear with it for today, and we can leave the game tomorrow. If you save him, you'll probably die here as sacrifices too."

Zhao Wei's words immediately swayed Wang Jiale.

Yes, staying alive is the most important thing. She and Lin Feng have only known each other for a few days, and there's no need for her to die for Lin Feng.

Once she leaves the game, she can exchange her points for money, and then she'll have all sorts of good days and all sorts of men.

Thinking of this, Wang Jiale took a step back, and Zhou Ke and Su Hong were even less likely to save them. Putting aside whether they could win, Lin Feng had never helped them and they had no relationship with him, so there was no need for them to take risks for him.

Zhang Dazhong sneered when he saw this. He was still thinking of asking for help, but even if 10 more people came, they couldn't save them.

The five bound players realized this and were filled with despair. They checked their toolkits over and over again, trying to find something that could help them escape their predicament, but they found nothing.

The fog over Ailao Mountain has finally dissipated, and the Big Dipper has appeared. This is the best chance for the players to escape Shiliu Village, but this opportunity has come too late.

Villagers carried jars and poured oil onto the firewood.

The five bound players kept begging for mercy and crying, but no one was moved.

They considered this kind of sacrifice sacred, and no one ever considered the feelings of those who were sacrificed as human offerings. On the contrary, they were unhappy because of their resistance, fearing that they had offended the mountain god.

Ya Ya was tied up inside, surrounded by a sea of ​​heads, each with cold eyes and a ferocious expression.

When Ya Ya saw Chen Si, she was sobbing softly in fear, repeatedly calling for her mother.

Chen Si was always making a fuss, and Da Gang found her too annoying, so he tied her hands and feet and threw her off the stage.

Chen Si struggled incessantly, and even with her mouth gagged, her loud screams could still be heard.

Chen Si's tears flowed like a flood. She seemed to have expected this day to come. She was afraid, but she still couldn't escape it.

Zhao Wei was covered in cold sweat, feeling both scared and relieved.

She was afraid that Shiliu Village still had the custom of burning live people for sacrifice, and she was glad that she was not the one chosen.

He kept muttering to himself: "If I burn them, they won't burn me. If I burn them, they won't burn me."

Human sacrifice only requires one woman and five men, the younger the better; this is how Shiliu Village does it every year.

Whenever there weren't enough people, Zhang Dazhong would go out and try to bring back a few children. This custom has continued for over 130 years.

The terrain of the Ailao Mountains is complex. He can get out, but others can't get in. Families who lost their children either give up or die in these mountains.

Zhang Dazhong walked to the platform with a torch in hand, and the five players looked at the demon before them with despair.

Just as the torch was about to ignite the woodpile, a large persimmon flew out from the side and hit Zhang Dazhong squarely in the face. Persimmon juice splattered everywhere, and Zhang Dazhong landed on the back of his head, while the torch also fell to the ground.

The villagers angrily looked in the direction from which the persimmons had flown, wondering who dared to interrupt the mountain god's sacrificial ceremony.

When they saw Song Yi, everyone had the same thought: another one sent to his death.

Old Mrs. Lü's eyes were filled with malice. This was the boy who had eaten two of her chickens, four ducks, a piglet, and two geese.

“Da Gang, if you can’t handle this little beast, just offer him up to the mountain god, so he won’t rebel.”

Song Yi strolled slowly from a distance, a thick fog seemingly floating behind him.

"With such a lively scene, why didn't anyone notify me to come?"

This time, Da Gang was no longer afraid of Song Yi. Without the threat of poison, and with so many of them, he didn't believe Song Yi could do anything to him.

He's determined to break Song Yi's legs today.

Da Gang arrogantly said, "If you break your own legs, I'll spare your worthless life today."

Song Yi: "You've been in the mountains for too long, and the miasma has made you stupid. You want me to break my own legs? Why don't you break your own legs?"

Da Gang: "Hmph, I already know that the poison you gave me was fake. You can't fool me. So what if you can fight? There are so many of us, can you take on a hundred by yourself?"

The five players who had initially held onto hope were plunged into despair again upon hearing Da Gang's words.

Yes, Song Yi is all alone, how could he possibly defeat so many people?

That kid must be out of his mind. Instead of taking this opportunity to escape, he actually came back to die.

How could they be so foolish as to expect a fool to save them?

Da Gang threw a small iron hammer in front of Song Yi, while the villagers in the first row were holding sticks, hoes, shovels and other tools.

It's like they're saying, "If you don't take action and cripple yourself, then we will."

Wang Jiale and the others hid behind a tree, unable to bear watching the tragic scene that was about to unfold.

Song Yi bent down, picked up the small iron hammer from the ground, weighed it in his hand for a moment, and then burst out laughing:

"Can this thing be considered a cold weapon?"

Da Gang said proudly, "This could be considered a weapon that could kill you."

Song Yi was excited: "That's perfect, I also have a deadly weapon."

Song Yi took off his backpack and slowly unzipped it. Everyone found it amusing; how big was this backpack?

A weapon that can kill people—look at the length of this backpack, it probably can't even fit a sword, at most a dagger.

Everyone stood with their arms crossed, watching Song Yi's clownish antics, only to see him pull out a dark Gatling gun.