Chapter 220 The Old Man

The woman in the white dress appeared again. 【】

Both Jiang Cheng and Chenran were deeply impressed by the woman in the white dress. The woman had never appeared in Blackstone Town or in the team. She seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

She seems to have a special connection with the white stone plate.

As the woman appears, the ceremony officially begins.

The old man knelt down first, followed by the rest of the captured townspeople, and the low cries gradually formed the main theme here.

Pictures appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind, from different perspectives and directions. It was as if he had traveled back in time and was watching everything in front of him quietly with the eyes of the townspeople.

A huge and ferocious figure appeared from the stone plate. Before it even raised its head, it was already 4 or 5 meters tall. Words like strong were completely pale and weak when applied to it.

The sword-like scales reflect a sharp dark light, and the strong body is not burdensome at all. It just stands there, motionless and making no sound, already as majestic as mountains and rivers.

No one knew what it was, but they had to be impressed by its pervasive majesty.

The faces of the outsiders who were guarding the townspeople showed the fervent worship like mortals meeting a god. They couldn't help but kneel down and pay their respects to this "creature" that had experienced countless years.

The change happened right now!

To everyone's surprise, the child who was placed on the stone plate did not improve. Instead, in the next moment, he was swallowed by the weird "creature".

There was a huge and terrifying chewing sound, and the muscles, bones, and skin with hair were all crushed by sharp teeth, and everyone was shocked.

It was not until the "creature" on the stone plate disappeared that a long time passed before any screams were heard.

The woman on the stone plate held a corner of her loose sleeve and wiped the corner of her mouth very naturally.

Just like a noble girl preparing to leave after dinner.

devil

The woman in the eyes of all outsiders has changed. She actually allowed the monster to eat the child. She is the devil, she must be the incarnation of the devil!

A faint blood-colored halo appeared, gradually evolving into a blood-colored barrier at the edge of the stone plate. The barrier continued to extend, trapping the townspeople and outsiders within it.

The outsiders' eyes began to turn blood red, and the strange power was eroding their remaining sanity. The primitive fear of monsters and mysterious priests began to become thinner, and anger and greed were struggling and jumping in their eyes.

"Kill her!!"

Someone in the crowd yelled.

The remaining sanity was finally covered up, and outsiders armed with various weapons swarmed forward as if they had received some kind of order.

The townspeople who had been relatively obedient before spontaneously blocked the outsiders, but it was of no use. Soon, groups of townspeople fell in a pool of blood, and large tracts of blood dyed the ground under their feet red.

If you pick up a handful of soil, blood will flow from it.

The woman raised her head, not looking at the carnage happening around her, as if it had nothing to do with her.

As the leader of Blackstone Town, the old man was the last to be killed. Before him, the man among the outsiders brutally split his granddaughter in half, holding one half with the tip of a knife and throwing the other half on the stone plate.

Their ferocious expressions seemed to ask whether they could still be resurrected with only half their bodies.

The old man's eyes were blood red, and he clenched his fists and stared at these shameful bandits. The hatred in his eyes could almost condense into reality, but after a while, the old man suddenly smiled.

When the outsiders tried to pierce his chest with bloody spears, the old man turned around and ran away.

He took strenuous steps and rushed directly towards the white stone plate. The moment his hands touched the stone plate, an even more horrifying scene appeared.

Starting from his hands, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and horrifying bloody pustules appeared on the surface of his skin. Large pieces of flesh and blood continued to fall off, leaving only white bones on his two arms.

But even so, he still refused to let go.

The outsiders with the same blood-red eyes were pressing closer, with only pure fanaticism in their eyes.

Since women allow demons to eat their children, then they should eat women. Disgusting saliva drips from the corners of their grinned mouths, just like the lowest and most despicable monsters in the darkness.

Maybe if you eat a woman, you can get the power from her.

the power of immortality

Such words recurred in everyone's mind. Their pupils protruded, and the veins on their arms holding the weapons were exposed, surrounding the stone plate.

The woman was still on the stone plate, and the bloody night wind lifted the corners of her skirt. The blood that was inadvertently splashed on her body painted a bloody afterglow on the pure white skirt.

The woman just stood there, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Whether it was the bloody massacre or the townspeople who stood in front of him and fell down row by row, dying for him.

There is no anger, let alone sadness and joy.

It's better to say it's indifferent than calm.

It was as if she saw a vast and ancient history in her eyes. The wheels of history rolled forward, and the flesh and blood crushed under the wheels, whether they were wise old men or naughty children, were only glanced at in a hurry.

Anyway, the next second, new flesh and blood will be filled in.

To her, there was nothing fundamentally different.

The dying old man suddenly turned his head. His face had turned into half white bones, the flesh and blood fell off, and the white bone stubble was exposed, and even his voice had a frightening blur.

The lips had long disappeared, and the exposed gums were hideous and terrifying.

The old man grinned and laughed loudly, two streams of blood and tears dripped from his eyes, like a prisoner being tortured in hell.

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, and the old man's unbridled laughter echoed in his mind. This was not surprising. Some clues in nightmares can indeed affect people's minds.

For those with weak wills, rash contact with clues may lead to unpredictable consequences.

He was surprised by the feeling he captured from the old man's laughter.

The whole family was slaughtered, relatives died tragically in front of him, and the secret of the altar that could bring back the dead was known by the invaders. Such a blood feud, it is understandable that the old man laughed wildly because of his madness.

Jiang Cheng can understand these emotions such as grief, powerlessness, resentment, and curses, but why there is no such thing in the old man's laughter, but only a unique kind of, well, relief.

Yes!

It is relief!

It's like a prisoner who is about to be released from prison after the end of his sentence.

The flesh and blood melted away, and the old man's skeleton fell on the stone plate with a "crash". The round skull rolled a long way, and only stopped when it hit the woman's feet.

His empty eye sockets stared straight at the woman.