"You also know who the old people in the village will cut if they hold a sacrifice again! The clan behind them controls the most fields in Bazhong village. We can''t dig enough wells for those water swallowing beasts."


    "Well, I''m thinking about one day."


    After the big bolt left, Philip steak lay down on the floor regardless of its image and looked at the beams supporting the house.


    A few days ago, dashuan asked him to appear in front of everyone as a witch in the shrine. He was still a little confused. These days, I calm down and think about it carefully. I''m afraid they really think he is this generation of shrine witch, just because the next generation of God in the eightfold family has not been announced.


    "Ha ha ~"


    The delicate little face of filet mignon shows a trace of bitterness. He can use a whole set of cherry cutting, and can control the spirit knife cherry blowing snow. If he were someone else, he would think that "filet mignon" is actually this generation of shrine witches.


    People like da Shuan can''t ignore the issue of gods. I''m afraid he and other members of the patrol think that they will always support themselves only when they see through their "true identity".


    Because in their view, their words are the oracle and the representative of the gods in the village. Digging wells, being on duty at night, and even dominating the team, all this depends on his face that the "shrine witch" can communicate with the gods?


    Some things, once broken, are not good.


    Night.


    Philip steak told Sakura his plan.


    After hearing her brother''s plan, octuple Sakura was fidgeting. Big eyes are full of worry, "brother, can this work? I''m not a shrine witch now, and I don''t know how to communicate with the fox God."


    "You try to communicate first. After two days of communication, I change into a witch dress and pray to the fox God. If there is no accident, it will be carried out according to my previous plan."


    "But... If the fox God punishes his brother, then..."


    "It''s better than letting those old people take Lin to sacrifice!"


    Ying, kneeling on the opposite side of filet mignon, lowered her head. Bei''s teeth clenched her lower lip, blue and white split on it, and soon fainted with a touch of blood red.


    Two small hands clenched their fists on their thighs, and their shoulders shook slightly.


    "I''m useless. If I become a witch as soon as possible, I can communicate with the fox God..."


    Philip steak held Sakura in his arms. "It''s all those old people who don''t die. It has nothing to do with Sakura."


    "Brother."


    "Huh?"


    "We, we''ll ask our father. He won''t let Lin be a sacrifice!"


    Philip steak is silent.


    "Do you think it''s possible?"


    “......”


    the second day.


    Eight double cherry stopped training, put on a standby Witch Dress, quietly prayed in the temple, in order to communicate with the fox God.


    Philip steak explained the situation of the patrol with his father, because the low monsters haunted recently. Except that three unlucky people died in the patrol at the beginning, everyone has trained a tacit understanding that killing the low monsters of wolf demon can be harmless.


    For this reason, the eightfold God agreed that Philip steak should act with the patrol.


    That afternoon, Feili Niu defecated and Da Shuan patrolled together.


    On the morning of the third day, another patrol team found low monsters and killed them together with Philip steak. Because the division of labor is reasonable, filet mignon doesn''t even have the opportunity to experiment with [stream chopping].


    "There are more and more ghosts. Is there a big demon who died and was eaten by those fierce beasts in the mountains and became a little demon?"


    "Who knows, you should ask the great fox God about it."


    "These low monsters are too weak. Some large wild beasts can compete with them. They are much stronger than corpse monsters, tut tut."


    Only big Shuan looked dignified, came to filet mignon and whispered, "this is the third wolf demon we hunt. Except for the wolf demon, there is only one wild boar demon. And I look very familiar with this wolf demon."


    Philip steak moved in his heart, "tell me."


    "Lord Ji, you should also have an impression. When we killed the demon for the first time, a young man named Zuo died in the patrol. Before he died, he blinded the left eye of a wild wolf with a knife. Look at the wolf demon."


    Philip steak glanced. Sure enough, there was a slash on the left eye of the dead wolf demon, which looked like a human sword.


    "Is that all?"


    "Didn''t lord Ji find out? Except for the first time, the wolf demon took a large number of wild wolves behind him, the other wolf demons acted alone."


    Philip steak muttered in his heart that he had met it twice, once with it and once without it. What did he say?


    "So you suspect that these low monsters are artificially manufactured in batch?"


    Big bolt took a breath, "it''s not necessarily man-made, but it''s very possible to make it in batch."


    Philip steak narrowed his eyes. Now low monsters are rampant around the village. Sometimes the patrol will accidentally let the monsters escape. The lower monsters they met were only wolves except a wild boar.


    Why are people in the village in panic? Isn''t it because of these low monsters? The villagers thought it was digging a well to offend the God, which was the punishment of the God, so they didn''t dare to drink the well water.


    Without fresh water supply, we can only ask the shrine for sacrifice. Those big clans sacrificed an irrelevant little girl for the sake of land and their own interests. None of them wanted to get nothing this year because of freshwater.


    The only sacrifice is


    And the old woman... To cover up her mistakes.


    If these low-level monsters are really manufactured in batches, there must be a "source". If they can eliminate the source


    "Come to the shrine this evening. Let''s discuss it."


    Big bolt''s eyes twinkled: "yes."


    It''s night again, shrine, a side hall.


    The candle light was dim, and the two figures were refracted on the wall, dark and twisted.


    "The strongest elite in the team? But if we fail... And the eight gods may not agree."


    "When more than three monsters gather, we all return immediately and are not taking risks. Don''t pay attention to your father."


    Big bolt couldn''t make up his mind. "Captain, he is the loyal Lord of God. If we want to act, Lord of God will know."


    "Do you listen to him or me?" the more immature voice sounded again, but there was an inexplicable prestige. "And the captain, I''ll handle it."


    Big bolt breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I''m relieved. When shall we act?"


    "Tomorrow afternoon at the earliest, and the day after tomorrow at the latest."


    "Good!"


    Big Shuan stood up and saluted Philip cow, "in that case, I won''t disturb Lord Ji."


    "Wait!"


    "What else can I do for you?"


    "Did you catch the man who filled the well a few days ago?"


    "Yes, they are all detained in the warehouse in the village."


    "Oh ~ it''s all right. Let our team members rest and let them dig a well."


    "This... Is not very good? They will probably resist."


    "Resistance? Just one meal, and two if one meal doesn''t work."


    "I see."