C134 sacrificial offering

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "I feel that this small temple won't be able to hold on for long."

Mr. Zhao acknowledged: "Yes, I think so too."

He spoke absent-mindedly, as if he didn't know we were dying. He struck a match, lit the lamp on the altar, and said to us: "This little temple looks exactly the same as the one we entered, but there must be something different about it. Let's seriously search for it now. The only difference it has is the way out. "

We stood in the temple staring at each other. The yellow-hair said, "The difference is quite obvious. Do you still need to look for him?"

There was a striking difference between the two temples, and that was the mural. The mural in this temple was no longer a hell to punish souls, but a shrine.

Immortal energy lingered around the pavilion and the Gods sat around a long table. On top of the table were some fruits and vegetables. It seemed like they were here to enjoy the feast. And at the feet of the Gods, there were a few other mortals kneeling on the ground. Their faces were filled with fear and trepidation, and each of them held a plate in their hands. Some had hearts in their plates, some had heads, and some had a hand …

If you put the contents of the plate together, it should be enough to make a complete person.

I asked the Mr. Zhao: "What does this painting mean?"

Mr. Zhao said in a deep voice, "It looks like a sacrifice."

The yellow-hair interjected from the side, "I understand now. It means that after we kill one of us, we can leave, right?"

Then he said, "Then let's have a vote. If you get the highest ticket, then give it up. "I choose Booty Week."

The yellow-hair's little brothers all raised their hands, and some of them took advantage of the chaos to say, "I, Zhou Ma, am a teacher. I have to sacrifice myself to protect my students." This kind of dedication, shouldn't it move China? "

Others said: "Ma Fu Zhou gave up his humble life, for the motherland to keep the fire, to judge a martyr?"

Another person said, "We can't forget Teacher Zhou's selfless service. I suggest that we gather together every year today to commemorate Teacher Zhou."

Someone asked, "How do we commemorate this day?"

The man said, "Isn't that simple? "Drink, roll the skewers, sing, and then go to the City of Shampoo."

Teacher Zhou's face was pale, and his hands and feet were trembling. It was unknown whether he was afraid or angry.

The yellow-hair walked over to Teacher Zhou and said, "Bootlick Zhou, do you plan on giving it up on your own accord, or do you want to give it up on your own?"

Teacher Zhou did not speak.

Ma Ke said: "Wang Hao, we might die at any moment now, can you stop fighting inside?"

The yellow hair glanced at Ma Ke, then looked at the small temple, and laughed: "Don't scare me, I knew it since a long time ago, this small temple is very sturdy. Once that thing reached the temple entrance, it wouldn't be easy to enter. We'll die in an hour or two. "

The yellow-hair man had sharp eyes. What he saw was right. When his real body encountered a small temple, it was like a flood encountered a dam. The flood was rising and would eventually break the dam, but it would take a while. So far, at least, we're safe.

Ma Ke said, "We only have two hours left. Let's unite and think of a way, alright?"

The yellow-haired man said disdainfully, "You must be Ma Ke, right? I've heard of you. I was with Brother Long before and you're quite a character in our school. English every morning? "Hehe, can you read the words?"

The person at the side laughed: "Ma Ke, it doesn't matter if a prostitute is virtuous, she is not a virgin. You are always acting all high and mighty in the school field, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning? "

Another person said, "Eh? Ma Ke, how did you get caught here? Could it be that he accidentally entered the cemetery while reciting English? "

Ma Ke's face was flushed red, I felt that he was captured because he accidentally barged into the tomb.

The yellow-hair waved his hand and said, "Do it."

The group of hooligans surrounded Teacher Zhou. They were used to being tyrannical in the Wuzhong, to the point of even daring to hit teachers, let alone in this damned place.

I couldn't stand it, so I kicked one over.

The yellow-hair looked at me a little unhappily. "Bro, you saved us before. I'm grateful to you in my heart, but don't push yourself too far." If you want to harm us, then I won't be polite. "

I asked in amusement, "How do you intend to be impolite? "You're going to use the last two hours to fight a group battle with me?"

The yellow-hair's eyes rolled back and forth, but in the end, he did not make a move. I felt that it wasn't that he didn't want to beat me, but that he didn't have the confidence to beat me. After all, he had seen the abilities of Mr. Zhao and I when we were in the frescoes.

Yellow-hair said, "Brother, we still have two hours left. He couldn't just sit there and wait for death. "Fine, fine, fine. Let's not kill fart Zhou. Who do you think we should kill?"

I said, "When the horse left, it didn't bring anyone with it to sacrifice, did it? Why did he just leave? "

yellow-hair said, "The horse is made of paper. It's not the same as us."

I thought to myself, what kind of bullshit theory is this?

I looked at Mr. Zhao. "Tell me."

Mr. Zhao nodded and said, "Yellow-hair's words are reasonable."

I was a little angry. "What? You're in favor of killing Zhou laoshi as well? "

Beside him, Teacher Zhou was trembling so badly that he could barely stand. The yellow-hair and the others wanted to make a move, but although Zhou was afraid, he wasn't desperate. If the Mr. Zhao also agreed, he would be dead for sure.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhao shook his head: "I definitely won't let Teacher Zhou die. "What I said was true. Paper horses can leave, but we're not the same."

Puzzled, I asked, "Why?"

The Mr. Zhao pointed to a monk in the corner and said, "Look at this immortal. He actually has some history. The scriptures of the Buddha say that there is a tunnel under the feet of the Botha, for the soul to be reincarnated, and that anyone who is reincarnated from under the feet of the Batha will become an animal in the next life. This passage is also known as the path of beasts. "

I nodded slowly. "You mean the paper horse ran away from the animal trail?"

Mr. Zhao acknowledged: "We are all people, we obviously can't leave from here."

The yellow-hair stomped his feet and cursed, "Fuck, is it better to be a human than an animal?"

I heard Ma Ke mumble, "You might be able to go and try, I think you can just walk along the beast path."

The yellow-hair had sharp ears. He turned around and looked over. "What did you say?" Ma Ke, I didn't pick you just now, are you expanding? "

The yellow hair started to vote again, this time choosing Ma Ke. The group of brothers behind him all voted for Ma Ke.

Ma Ke braced himself and said, "What are you doing? Acting so arrogantly in school, you still want to act mighty here? Where is your physical body? Once you return to the human world, you might not even be able to be a ghost anymore.

Ma Ke's words made many people feel lost. These people had all been imprisoned for a long time, so they could probably guess that even if they returned to the human world, their chances of success were not high.

Then, the yellow-hair and company voted for another round. Ma Ke was elected as a whole.

However, this result was rejected by the Mr. Zhao. He said to yellow-hair, "After killing your classmates, you've obtained the chance to live on your own. Will you feel at ease in your next life?"

The yellow-hair did not answer directly, but asked Mr. Zhao: "Then you can just point me in the right direction, who do you think I'll kill? "The mural clearly states that we can't leave unless we kill someone."

The Mr. Zhao laughed, pointed at the idol on the altar and said, "Isn't there one more person there?"

We were all stunned. Yellow-hair muttered, "Are you joking? That thing is made of mud, can it work? "

Mr. Zhao said, "How do you know it's useless?"

Seeing that our real bodies had already entered a little less than half, the area that we could move around in became smaller and smaller. In the end, we gritted our teeth and decided to follow Mr. Zhao's instructions to use this statue as a sacrifice.

We carried the deity statue down and carefully split it into several parts.

During the process of dismembering the deity statue, I realized that the body of the deity statue had bones made of mud and internal organs made of mud.

The yellow-hair and the others were amazed as well. They had even greater hopes for the clay statue.

In the end, each of us carried a clay statue, and followed Mr. Zhao towards the mural.

Mr. Zhao walked to the base of the wall and knelt down towards the gods.

At this moment, I saw the Gods stand up from their chairs in a fluster and step aside. I was startled. The mural came alive?

When I looked again, I saw that the person in the painting hadn't moved at all. It might have been my imagination.

I sighed.

We followed beside the Mr. Zhao and knelt down beside the wall. But nothing happened here. There was no so-called passage. We were still staying in the small temple.

The yellow-hair said in annoyance, "What's going on? This clay figure is no good, right? I suggest that we quickly choose someone. "

Before he finished speaking, the small temple collapsed with a loud bang. His real body finally succeeded. Like a flood, he spread into the temple.

I sighed in my heart and closed my eyes to die. In the face of death, there was no chance to feel any emotions. Regret, fear, and unwillingness were all too late to think about it. All he could feel was blankness in his mind.

However, I waited two or three minutes. I seemed to be alive. Thus, I opened my eyes probingly to discover that the wall in front of me had turned into a door. Mr. Zhao and a few others were walking towards the inside of the door while holding mud statues.

I didn't dare to delay and quickly followed. As I passed through the door, I felt a buzzing in my ears.

I didn't look at my surroundings, but I could feel that I was back on earth.

Immediately after, my hand lightened, and the idol turned into a pile of dirt that leaked out from my fingertip.

The yellow-hair and the others were the same. They looked around the world at a loss, as if they had left this world for too long and couldn't remember clearly.

Mr. Zhao looked to the east and said, "It's almost dawn, find a place to hide everyone."

The yellow-hair said, "Let's hurry up and find our physical bodies first."

After which, he and his little brother left in a frenzy.