Lei Zihe wanted to cry, but held it back.
He heard Situ Xuelian's voice and wanted to turn around to comfort her, but he found a light green mark on her forehead.
Lei Zihe was shocked, and then suddenly realized something. He turned his head and stared at the ground, tears falling down his face.
He remembered what the high priest had said: only the pious could be forgiven.
What is a pious person?
The one with a mark between the eyebrows on the forehead is it!
Otherwise you will become a sacrifice!
Lei Zihe was afraid that he was not crying sadly enough, and tried hard to make the sadness on his face appear more sincere, but his life before was basically smooth sailing. Although he was suppressed by his stepmother, this only stimulated his inner fighting spirit and did not make him cry. The only sad thing was that his mother died too early, and only when he thought of his mother could he make himself cry.
Lei Zihe's mind was in turmoil. While crying, he was wondering whether there was a mark on his forehead.
Just then, he heard a shrill scream.
I saw a spiritual master who was not crying, his legs kneeling on the ground had turned into a pool of blood. The blood extended towards the altar, like a gorgeously growing flower, climbing to the top of the altar and gathering at the feet of the statue.
More and more spiritual masters screamed. Lei Zihe clearly saw that the flesh and blood of a spiritual master kneeling next to him were flowing down his legs, and the bones in his legs were turning into powder at a moderate speed, as if a powerful external force had appeared, crushing his bones bit by bit, turning them into gray-white powder, and merging with the blood. The scene of melting flesh and shattering bones was extremely shocking. Even though Lei Zihe had seen various torture methods before, he still felt his scalp tingling.
More and more spiritual masters let out shrill howls, but their bodies were firmly fixed in place, the parts below the waist completely gone, only the upper bodies stood upright on the ground. The spiritual masters were quite tenacious, and even after experiencing extreme pain, they still stubbornly lived. Some struggled and shook, trying to drag their broken bodies out. Some stood there motionless, their throats already hoarse, and two lines of clear tears flowed from their eyes. As they cried, a faint green mark began to appear between their eyebrows, but it was too late now...
Gradually, the remaining remains of these spiritual beings began to melt, first their chests, then their heads...
Drops of bright blood formed a red river, climbed along the altar, came to the feet of the statue, and dyed the statue's feet red.
The benevolent "god" seemed very satisfied with this sacrifice. When its feet were completely dyed red, a powerful pressure emanated from the statue, and everyone present knelt on the ground and bowed their heads deeply.
The people of the Compassionate Tribe could clearly feel the blessings bestowed by the statue. Their bodies felt as if they were soaking in a hot spring, with every pore feeling comfortable and relaxed, and the mark between their eyebrows flickering rhythmically with their breathing.
The blessing of the statue lasted for a few seconds and then gradually dissipated.
The Compassionate people waited for a while before they stood up one after another.
Of the ninety-nine sacrifices, only twenty survived.
All living people have green marks between their eyebrows, but the green marks on their bodies are all leaf-shaped, while the marks of the Compassionate People are in the shape of green teardrops.
The high priest said, "You have just become believers of the gods. Your faith is not yet devout enough, and you have not yet received the gods' blessings... The leaf mark between your eyebrows is a symbol of your status, indicating that you have become the humblest believers."
"If your faith becomes firm, the color of the leaf mark will gradually darken. When the leaf turns dark green, you can come before the statue and undergo the conversion ceremony."
"If the gods recognize you as believers, your forehead mark will become a teardrop shape, just like ours."
"Then you will become members of our tribe."
"Only those who possess the Teardrop Mark can receive the gods' blessing and easily catch thieves from the outside world, just like us."
"Oh, right, thieves are practitioners."
"Since you have just become believers, we do not require you to abandon your cultivation immediately."
"However, in order to undergo the transformation ceremony, one must give up one's past identity and all spiritual power."
“Only by giving up can one achieve transcendence.”
The high priest briefly introduced the division of believers to the crowd, and then said: "In addition, you humble believers must work every day and not be lazy."
"In a moment, you will follow different tribesmen to the farmland and woods."
"The tribesmen will assign you tasks."
"By the way, you are not allowed to use spiritual power while working."
Chu Zhuzhu asked subconsciously: "Why?"
The high priest gave her a cold look.
A member of the Compassionate Tribe nearby immediately kicked Chu Zhuzhu, knocking her to the ground.
Chu Zhuzhu was angry but dared not speak.
The other spiritual masters remained silent.
"Okay, let's go." The high priest waved his hand.
The Compassionate people led the surviving practitioners away.
The Lei Lian team was lucky, and every member of the team survived.
At this time, Lei Fenfei asked the Compassion tribe member who was walking in front: "Sir, I have been poisoned. If I don't get rid of the poison within three days, I will die..."
"Poisoned?" The leader of the Compassionate Tribe was a slender girl with a light green tear mark between her brows. Her features were delicate and her skin was fairer than snow. She wore a short skirt made of black animal hide, with black grass covering her upper body. On her head was a wreath, also woven from black grass, dotted with a few delicate red flowers. The soft petals swayed gently in the wind. The girl's lips were as bright red and moist as the petals. She glanced at Lei Fenfei and said, "Don't worry. Our tribe is blessed by the gods. The gods are merciful and can protect even the humblest believers."
This beautiful young woman led four spiritual teachers, namely Lan Tiao, Lei Fenfei, Chu Zhuzhu, and Gongsun Zimang. She led the four of them to a wooden house, knocked on the door, and called out, "Grandpa, there's a newcomer."
"Coming..." An old voice sounded, and a white-haired old man opened the door.
The beautiful girl said, "Grandpa, check their bodies first. One of them said he was poisoned."
The white-haired old man laughed and said, "Don't panic. The glory of the gods will cover every believer."
As he spoke, the teardrop mark on the old man's brow lit up, and the mark emitted four strands of silk-like light, which fell into the bodies of the four people respectively.
The white-haired old man frowned and said, "These four people are all in good health and show no signs of poisoning."
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