Chapter 119 Motuo Cult 3

Late at night, the doorman's living room was covered with thick wool blankets. Everyone took out their sleeping bags and lay down side by side in the living room. They slept deeply because they were really tired. No one expected that the two men lit a Tibetan fragrance with a strange fragrance in the room, which was refined from precious Tibetan medicine, and soon the sleepers did not wake up.

The two gateba people roared in the village, and the villagers came out. They lit a bonfire in the middle of a flat dam outside the village, tied Zhou Xirui and several people, and tied them up on the pillars erected on the flat dam.

These people put on ghost masks and danced strangely around the bonfire, shouting a rhythm that only the doorba could understand. These people danced until they were close to madness before they stopped. After an older doorman sprinkled a bowl of barley wine in front of Zhou Xirui and several people in turn, they went back to bed contented.

It turned out that these villagers were loyal believers of Mo Tuo, a loyal believer of the Rock Demon Sect, and this year they were worried about the sacrifices. They did not expect Zhou Xirui and others to automatically send them to the door, so the villagers danced the requiem dance and sacrificed these people as sacrifices, so as not to prevent the souls after death from running back to the village to disturb the peace.

The early morning sun shone on his eyes and shook violently. Zhou Xirui woke up and was shocked to find that he was tied up. Looking around, his companions were also tied up. The chagrin in my heart can't be described in words. I heard Uncle Qu Zha say that the Menba people want to poison, why do they have to go to the Menba people's house to sleep? I thought everyone was as good as Uncle Qu Zha. It's really brainless.

But I didn't drink last night. Was it poisoned in the food, but it seems that the two people who ate with them didn't have a chance to poison? Zhou Xirui searched carefully for the details in his memory, but did not find any useful clues.

Soon the companions woke up one after another, and everyone was a little panicked when they saw the situation in front of them. The villagers quickly gathered here, got a few wooden stretchers, and put a few people on the stretcher. Several people were tied up all night, and their hands and feet were a little numb: "Hey, loosen the tie, it's too tight," Acuo shouted. No one paid attention to him, or even looked at him. All the villagers looked solemn and carried them to the mountain.

Zhou Xirui tried to raise his head and turned his head and looked forward to see the direction of the march. He found that the person in the front had a plate on his head, and the plate was actually Dimo. This guy was tied like a rice dumplings and looked at this side pitifully.

This scene looks very strange, like a sacrifice. Is it to sacrifice them to the legendary monster on the snowy mountain? Thinking of this, Zhou Xirui had a sense of urgency. He didn't know what the danger was on the mountain. Zhou Xirui kept thinking about how to get out so that everyone could escape.

Everyone in front of them was tied so tightly that they couldn't move at all. The rope tied was polished with cowhide and soaked repeatedly in ghee. It was very tough and had no chance to escape at all. He gently begged the villagers who carried him to let them go, hoping that he could be compassionate, but these villagers turned a deaf ear and stared straight ahead without saying a word.

They were carried for hours, climbed a high snowy mountain nearby, stopped on a gentle slope in the middle of the mountain, piled up a pile of stones on a platform, where several vultures squatted, and saw people coming up without flying away. They were very bold.

Those people carried them to the stone platform and saw people approaching. Then the vulture slowly flew up and hovered in the air. Zhou Xirui thought to himself, no, this place looks like a heavenly burial platform. Do you want to bury them alive?

The so-called celestial burial is to put the dead on such a high platform and let the vulture eat the body. But they are alive? Is it possible to be pecked to death like this? Zhou Xirui felt very scared when he thought of this.

Those villagers put them on the stone platform, took a stretcher, and couldn't wait to leave. When they left, Zhou Xirui saw that these people's eyes were full of fear. When they walked, they all looked at the depths of the snowy mountains, as if they were very afraid there. What is hidden in the depths of this snowy mountain that scares the villagers so much?

The vulture in the sky circled in the sky for a while. After seeing the villagers leave, they all fell not far away to observe and did not immediately come up to peck, which made Zhou Xirui rest. He shouted, "Acuo, bite off the rope with your move!" Shit, why do I bite every time? Last time I bit it, my teeth are still hurting!"

"Don't linger. Hurry up. The cannibal monster will come later." Zhou Xirui scared this guy. "Fuck you, you're really a crow's mouth. It's really coming!" Acuo's voice was obviously trembling. He buried his head and tried his best to bite the rope in Zhou Xirui's hand, but this time the rope was so strong that he couldn't chew at all. For the first time, there was a near-death despair in Acuo's heart. I'm afraid that everyone really can't get through this hurdle this time.

It turned out that a giant monster was slowly walking in the distance, with snow-white hair and a little like an orangutan, but the obviously sharp fangs made him look extremely fierce. Every step, he stepped deep in the snow, howled happily as he walked, and even a little like a werewolf.

The monster came slowly, as if a person preparing to eat was staring at the food. Zhong Yueming whispered nervously, "Daily, what should I do now?" Zhou Xirui did not answer. He silently tried to break free from the tied rope, and the pulling force of the whole body and the rope formed a state of holding each other.

The monster was getting closer and closer, and it was about to walk to Zhou Xirui. At this time, he suddenly turned his head to look at Dimo on the plate, stretched out his paws and held Dimo's ear and put it in front of him. Dimo was so scared that he shouted: "Don't eat me, monster, my meat is too little enough for you to stuff your teeth. Look at them. More meat than me! Eat them!"

The monster turned around and looked at Zhou Xirui and others, "Damn, Dimo is a traitor!" Atso gritted his teeth and said. The monster opened its mouth and was about to throw Dimo into his mouth. Dimo was so scared that he burst into tears and snot. The monster stopped this action and seemed to find it interesting. He thought about not eating it and put it under his armpit.

The monster walked towards the nearest Zhong Yueming. As soon as Zhong Yueming closed his eyes, he knew that it was difficult to be spared. Zhou Xirui was very anxious and quickly thought in his mind how to use the power running in his abdomen to open the rope.

He remembered the situation in the dream, quickly closed his eyes and focused his thoughts on the power of the operation in the abdomen. During this meditation, he began to clearly feel that he could peep into the small universe in the abdomen.

He consciously guided this force to expand his body, and soon he found that it was very useful. The expansion in his body was harder than steel, making the cowhide rope fragile and vulnerable. With a crack, the cowhide rope was broken. At the same time, he grabbed Zhong Yueming's foot, dragged him back, and dragged him away from the monster's mouth.

The monster threw Dimo aside, jumped violently, and grabbed Zhou Xirui with one claw. Zhou Xirui quickly flashed and avoided its claws. The monster continued to catch it with a howling, but Zhou Xirui dodged all the way. The monster roared frenically, and soon several responses sounded in the depths of the snowy mountains.

Zhou Xirui was stunned. Damn, are there still a few? Sure enough, three monsters came out of it. These monsters were slightly smaller than the one in front of them, but their heads were also quite amazing. These monsters surrounded Zhou Xirui in the middle.

Damn it! Only by fighting, Zhou Xirui has no way out. He carried the power in his abdomen and pulled it all over his body. His muscles suddenly expanded. He felt that this power was in urgent need of release. The monsters had jumped up at the same time and attacked him from different angles.

He suddenly changed his body quickly, grabbed a monster's paw, stepped forward, inserted his foot into the snow, stabilized the plate, pulled the monster unsteadily in his hand, and immediately touched the monster that rushed to the side.

He quickly dodged to come to Acuo, pulled off his machete hanging around his waist, and rushed to the monster. Although the monsters are fierce, they move slowly and very slowly. Zhou Xirui's knife, which was wiped on the neck artery of each monster, was just a momentary effort, and the blood sprayed on the ground almost at the same time.

The blood flowed on the snow, dyed the snow red, and spread strangely. Zhou Xirui cut Zhong Yueming's rope when the monsters fell. Seeing that the blood-stained red kept spreading on the snow, everyone felt something was wrong and quickly ran down the mountain.