What color is the sky?

After Chen Xian heard this question, the look in the old man's eyes couldn't help but change a bit, but he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

"Our sky is grey. Do you know how to cut the haze?" Lu Yisheng enthusiastically began to popularize the old man, and he made vivid gestures, "When the wind blows, you don't know the dust.. .... I'll get sick after a few days, do you know about respiratory problems?"

"Really?" The old man seemed a little surprised, because in his eyes Chen Xian and them were more in line with the image of ordinary people. He thought that these ordinary people would live in a better world than Meishan, but how did it sound... How about Meishan?

Chen Xian sighed, glanced at Lu Yisheng, and nodded to help.

"real."

"It's a little different from what I thought..." The old man frowned, but his expression was not very disappointed, and finally he smiled relieved, "but you don't have such an unreasonable god, right?"

"It really doesn't." Chen Xian nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xian looked at the old man helplessly.

"Actually... if you tell us the truth from the beginning... we will definitely help you..."

The fact is indeed as Chen Xian said. If the old man talked to them frankly and frankly from the beginning, then Chen Xian has a nearly 100% chance that he would choose to help him, because his personality is like this, although there is no such way as a warrior. Seeing the exaggeration of drawing a knife to help, but he really can't tolerate sand in his eyes. Once he encounters something like Meishan, he will always choose to help.

Perhaps it is because of the mentality that he has cultivated since he was a child that eventually led him to enter the organization of the Secret Bureau. Regardless of whether his purpose of entering the Secret Bureau is simple or not, his eagerness of justice and justice really makes it impossible. Everyone in the few games had to take a high look at him.

Of course, he didn't fully believe the old man's words at this moment. After all, he was not familiar with the old man here, and he didn't know the basics of this old man. It was really difficult to trust him completely, so at this time Chen Xian was also planning in his heart. ...Assuming that the old man is cheating on his own feelings, how can he be killed when he turns his face?

What Chen Xian hates most is that others deceive his feelings. After all, he still feels distressed for these Meishan villagers. Once he finds out that his heartfelt love for them becomes a joke, God knows how he will deal with this old man who is full of lies... .. But from the feel, the old man doesn't seem to be lying.

"Old man, are there only priests in your village who can communicate with that god?" Xu Yanan asked suddenly.

"It turned out to be so, but in recent decades... it may be because we have all changed and become no ordinary people, so we can communicate with the gods as long as we go near the altar." The old man said frankly.

Hearing this, Xu Yanan nodded thoughtfully, then looked around, silently scanning a circle.

"What is this wood for?"

"Hey...little girl...you want to ask what is going on with those dummies, right?"

The old man seemed to have guessed Xu Yanan's psychological activities, and the smile on his face became weird, and the ugly face looked even more distorted at this moment.

"If you didn't save me, I would become like them too, right?" Chen Xian asked.

"Yes." The old man nodded, "This wood is a place where it receives sacrifices. Sometimes we catch the prey and don't bother to take it to the altar, so we can bring it directly here, as long as we plant these seeds... ..."

The old man said, taking out a small cloth bag from his pocket.

Opening the rope binding the cloth bag, the old man showed the densely packed "seeds" in front of everyone.

"These seeds come from it?" Chen Xian looked at the things in the cloth bag in fear, remembering the previous scene of being parasitized by those seeds, and only felt that the bones were all hairy.

"Yes." The old man nodded and put away the cloth bag. "These are the priests who come from it, and then they will be distributed to everyone in our village... Just shoot these things on living things. On the body, it will become like that in a short while."

As he said, the old man pointed to those humanoid landscapes not far away.

"The sacrifice will be absorbed, and finally merge with Meishan."

Everyone looked at those weird human-shaped landscapes, with a thoughtful expression on their faces. They seemed to think of something at the same time, but no one spoke...There are too many human-shaped landscapes here, if They were all transformed from living people, and under the premise that outside humans could not enter Meishan, the only source of these sacrifices... it seemed that there was only Meishan Village.

"How many people are left in your village now?" Chen Xian asked calmly.

Hearing this question, the old man glanced at Chen Xian, and the smile on his face suddenly became a little weird.

"Two people."

The old man smiled and scratched his face with a thin finger.

"Just me and my grandson."

"What about the rest?"

Chen Xian knowingly looked at the humanoid landscapes and listened to the weird laughter of the old man in his ears, only to feel a little creepy.

"It started a year ago, and its requirements for sacrifices have suddenly become higher. Don't want those animal sacrifices, just alive, listen to the priests... it seems to be fully recovered, and it is ready to return to In this world, it says it wants to lead our people from Meishan Village to the outside world." The old man smiled. The Lord above the tens of thousands."

"I heard how this is like a cult leader's brainwashing..." Lu Yisheng couldn't help but muttered.

"A lot of people believe it anyway."

The old man smiled and slowly took out the cigarette case and wanted to order another one, but only then did he realize that the cigarette had been exhausted, his face was full of frustration and he wrinkled and wanted to throw it aside.

Upon seeing this, Lu Yisheng took out an unopened box of Chinese cigarettes from his backpack, walked over and handed it to the old man.

After opening the package, the old man ordered one and handed another one to Lu Yisheng.

"It tastes good." The old man said with a smile, seeming to be smoking this brand of cigarettes for the first time, with a very enjoyable expression, "Where did I just say it? Oh yes... when it comes to it promises us prosperity and wealth. , Let us voluntarily choose a sacrifice for it."

"The first person to be regarded as a sacrifice was Old Four Mei's father. The old man was as old as me, and he probably won't live for a few years, so the villagers chose him... Actually I think age is only part of the reason, mainly because he has a bad temper, and no one in the village waits to see him."

"After that old guy died, maybe half a month... the priest brought back words again, saying that the sacrifice made God very dissatisfied, and what it wanted was a sacrifice with strong vitality, such as a younger one, So the old people in the village were excluded in this way, and the second sacrifice was the young and middle-aged."

"Every month, it will ask us for a sacrifice. At first, only one person is enough. After that, it will cost two or even three each time... My son and daughter-in-law are the last batch to be given away. To be a sacrifice."

When the old man said this, his eyes seemed to be a little dry, and he couldn't help blinking.

"In fact, I have long felt that God is wrong, but no one in the village believes... They think that everything the thing says is the truth, but the truth is not in its mouth. Why don’t they believe it? What about that knowledge."

The old man said bitterly, lowered his head and smoked in silence.

"I used to be a teacher in the village. When I was twenty, I started teaching children to read and write. Since that thing came out...no one wants to believe me, no one comes to my class. I once objected to its request, but because of the objection I raised. The priest took the people from the village and burned my study room. They said that the truth is not in those old books, they are all written. It's deceptive."

As soon as the voice fell, the old man suddenly laughed, his shoulders shaking constantly.

"The young and middle-aged in the village died, and the priest asked us to take out the children as sacrifices. In fact, I guessed it a long time ago. Its appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Even if we fill in the entire Meishan Village, it may not be possible. Feed it, not to mention that when it is enjoying the sacrifices, it is also constantly eating away the lives in Meishan. Every day, many animals die in the mountains and forests... We will not see them in the mountains in the next few months. Animals, only some birds are still alive by chance."

"In fact, people in the village are reluctant to give up their own children, so no one wants to be the first to send their children as sacrifices to feed the bastard, but it won’t work. The priests have to send them when they have spoken. In the end, It was decided by lottery...The first sacrifice the priest drew out was my grandson."

Having said that, the old man paused for a while, his gaze scanned the nearby human landscape intricately.

"Actually I don't want to be like this..."

The old man smiled, but he didn't seem so happy.

"But sooner or later we are going to die, it would be better to fight once, so I can only kill them all."