In the evening, there are gorgeous colorful clouds floating in the sky, reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, which has a unique flavor.
There are deep forests and tall trees everywhere, and the grass and vegetation are thick, which looks like a primeval forest.
From time to time, there were scattered roars of ferocious beasts, and the murderous aura rose to the sky.
To human beings, these majestic mountains are not a scenic spot, but an extremely dangerous place. Human beings are just like ants and can only struggle to survive in it. If it were not for the harsh government that is more ferocious than a tiger, not many people would choose to leave their homes and come here.
“Boom—”
A suppressed and dull sound suddenly sounded among the mountains, stretching far and wide, spreading in all directions.
After this voice sounded, the roars of the ferocious beasts in the entire mountain range stopped, and the sobbing sounds gradually disappeared, as if the mountain range had always been so quiet.
Following the direction of the strange sound, we saw a village nestled among the rolling hills. The sounds were coming from a drum-like vessel in the center of the village.
An old man with white hair stood in front of the big drum, trembling, looking at the drum being beaten, his lips trembling slightly, but he never said anything.
His face was covered with wrinkles left by the years. He held a wooden stick in his hand, barely supporting himself on the ground to keep himself steady. His cloudy eyes were filled with traces of deathly silence, as if his time was running out.
The surrounding villagers gathered together, their eyes red, their lips trembling violently, fear bent their waists and made their bodies a little hunched.
Two children were placed in front of the big drum, ignorant and unaware of why they were there.
"Shan...Shanjun, protector of the mountains, your tribute is ready. Please condescend to come!"
As the white-haired old man finished speaking, the mountain where the entire village was located suddenly began to shake, and the light began to dim rapidly.
An ancient thought suddenly descended from the darkness. Immediately, the massive stone wall opposite the village suddenly formed a pair of inhuman features. It stared intently at everyone in the village, greedily looking at the two children, and uttered a deafening cry: "Two is not enough, I want three!"
A voice like a huge bell roared out from the tiger's mouth, and the faces of the surrounding villagers changed immediately. The old man with white hair was also a little bit unbelievable. He said tremblingly: "Master Tiger, we agreed that two per month, and one per month for the rest of the year..."
"I have blessed this area with peace and have made great contributions, intimidating the demons. Naturally, I need more supplies!"
Shan Jun said as a matter of course: "From now on, three per month, two per month after that, understand?!"
The old man dared not speak out, and the villagers were also terrified. Someone shouted, "How overbearing! This child is the apple of our eye. How could this be..."
"roar--!!!"
Before that person could finish, a roar came out from the mouth of "Mountain King", directly stopping everyone from speaking, as if saying "who agrees, who disagrees" in another way.
No one dared to speak, fearing that they would offend this "mountain king" and destroy the entire village.
The old people in the village felt sad.
In human society, harsh government is as ferocious as a tiger. Wars and grain collection are carried out every year. Bigwigs come and go, and the flags on the city walls change. All they bring to the little people is an endless cycle of life and death.
However, among these mountains and ridges, demons kept them in captivity. What a stupid mountain king! They were nothing but powerful demons. They kept these humans here in captivity, forcing them to reproduce continuously so that there would be enough people to eat every year.
Are the villagers who occasionally disappear while traveling truly missing? Most likely, they have entered the belly of the "tiger" and become its food.
However, compared with the situation in which all human society died in those ten years, the frogs boiled in warm water in the mountains are still relatively merciful.
It's funny to say that compared with those big men who have been fighting wars for years, the man-eating monster actually looks so kind and kind, and looks like a good person.
“Wow wow wow!”
One of the children who was the 'sacrifice' started crying, and the other child also started crying, as if they were frightened by the 'tiger' and could only cry non-stop.
As if irritated by the crying, 'Mountain King' became a little irritable: "Hurry up, if you don't choose, I will choose it myself!"
They had no idea of the situation beforehand, and had no idea that 'Mountain King' would suddenly do something like this, so they had no idea how to 'allocate' the extra quota.
"Whose turn is it?"
"What should we do?"
"Father, please let me go!"
"Shut up! What do you know?!"
"I know, isn't it just letting that monster eat me? I'm willing!"
"Shut up, shut up!"
"Mr. Tiger, please be magnanimous. Don't bother with children..."
The villagers' voices rang out, but the tiger didn't show any particular anger and remained the same.
monster?
He is a monster to begin with, so what if he talks about it? It’s not a shameful identity for him, so it doesn’t matter.
To be a monster, one must be open and honest, so that one can have prestige, attract more humans, and thus obtain more sacrifices.
"Have you made your choice yet?"
The tiger spoke proudly, his lime-colored pupils glancing around at everyone, and he chuckled, "I can't wait any longer, so I'll eat these two first. After that, I hope to see the third one!"
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