Chief Feng's expression, which had been relatively relaxed, immediately turned cold.
"The First Tribe does not welcome followers of the Nine Gods." He said calmly, "And, personally, I also hope that you can terminate the contract with her as soon as possible."
He left without offering any advice about Siberia's situation. As a brother, he actually hoped that she would die.
Su Mingan originally thought that the relationship between Feng Chang and Siber would be a misunderstanding like that between Shengqi and Qinwang, but he didn't expect that Feng Chang really hated this pagan and hated her so much that he hoped she would die.
Blood ties don't seem to exist for them at all, and faith is the only more important thing.
Su Mingan looked at the unconscious Siber and knew that he could only go back and ask Teacher Fang and the old woman. They should have a way to suppress the curse.
...By the way, are those Black Lamb players still strolling around the street? He didn't even bother them, and they haven't finished painting the eight altars yet?
This group of players really turned this small copy into a farm simulator.
He walked towards the second floor of the nearest processing plant and heard a series of "bang bang bang" footsteps, as if someone was running violently.
He had no intention of chasing after her, but walked towards the altar on the second floor. This altar was located on the iron staircase and had been carved a little bit.
Su Mingan took out the engraving brush from his arms, dipped it in the blood, raised it, and drew a stroke -
A bright red color appeared on the altar, outlined along the vague lines.
[You are carving the altar, current progress: 18%]
[The props you use are (ordinary carving brush), (ordinary animal blood), carving efficiency: extremely low. ]
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Su Mingan drew for a while before realizing that the speed was indeed very slow.
He put away his pen, hid the unconscious Siberia in a nearby cabinet, turned around, and pointed toward the high iron plate.
The path leading to the third floor is not a safe iron staircase, but a series of iron plates with height differences that require people to jump over.
He bent his legs slightly, exerted force, and jumped.
The A-level jumping ability of the Shuofeng boots played a very gratifying role. He felt a natural propulsion coming from his feet, and his jumping height increased a little.
“Bang!”
There was a loud bang. He successfully jumped onto the iron plate in front of him, but because he used too much force, he jumped too far forward and almost fell through the empty space between the iron plates.
There was a red-hot iron right below him. Even if he would die and have to roll back the game, he didn't want to die like this. If the first player was burned to death because of the gap... this would be too embarrassing, a dramatic ending.
However, if the previous death return was a world line jump, it is not ruled out that he has experienced this many times, a real death with a ridiculous ending...
He bent his legs slightly, got the angle right, and jumped again. After repeating it several times, he successfully reached the platform on the third floor.
The third floor was very quiet, with only a wooden door at the front of the platform. He reached out, melted the gap in the wooden door, and kicked the door open.
"hiss……"
Ying was in a very frail state, and his legs ached slightly. After taking a breath, he suppressed his voice.
The night wind blew towards me, and the air was mixed with the smell of decay and blood.
This is the tallest building on the farm. From here you can see the entire farm. The view is extremely broad, and there is a sense of vastness as if you are looking down on all living things.
The wheat fields swaying in the dark night, the scarecrows that looked like skeletons, the altar emitting blood-red light...they were perfectly integrated into his vision, with a dark blood-red negative, like a low-saturation night oil painting.
Several bodies were scattered around the farm, like dead beetles, and the black mist was cold, covering their slowly melting and rotting bodies.
Su Mingan stood on the edge of the platform, looking into the distance, and vaguely saw a hint of golden color.
...Dawn is coming.
No matter what happened this night, it seemed that with the arrival of day, all the ugliness would be buried in the passing darkness.
Those horrible corpses are just a tiny part of everything that happens in the world. No one cares about the struggle and pain that has been experienced here.
When he turned around, a white shadow suddenly appeared.
It was a woman in a white coat who suddenly appeared on the rooftop.
She seemed to be waiting there for a while, without saying anything, and only spoke when she saw him turn around.
"Nice to meet you." The woman's eyes were calm: "My name is Isabella."
Her skin is as white as marble with a sharp stone texture, her eyebrows are black and thick, her nose is straight, her lips are beautiful and thin, and her eyes reveal a sense of confidence.
When she looked at him, she did not show any nervousness, but just stood calmly at the door with a silver mechanical ball hovering over her shoulder.
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