Xiao Zi and Xuan Chen hurriedly rushed towards the center of Leiming Town as fast as the wind.

Their figures passed through the street like two flashes of lightning. However, the scenes along the way surprised them greatly.

This town was not much different from other towns they had seen before. There were also many shops on both sides of the street, including restaurants, inns, and various stalls. From afar, you could see the smoke rising from the cooking fires, which added a bit of fireworks to the whole town.

However, they discovered a strange phenomenon: all the shops, restaurants, inns, and even ordinary residents had their doors closed at this moment, as if the entire town was shrouded in a mysterious power, making people feel inexplicably depressed and uneasy.

"Hurry, Xiao Zi, over there, I heard a sound."

The two walked to the end of the street as fast as the wind, and then suddenly made a sharp turn, and like lightning, they arrived at another street in an instant. After walking about a hundred meters forward, a spacious and grand square suddenly appeared in front of them.

At this moment, a jaw-dropping scene came into their eyes.

It turned out that a solemn sacrificial ceremony was being held here.

The two of them looked closely and saw that the extremely wide square in front of them was densely packed with people. All of them had solemn faces and dignified expressions, and their eyes were as sharp as torches, staring closely at the man and woman tied to the wooden frame in front of them.

In the center of the altar, the two young men and women who were tied up were particularly eye-catching. Under their feet, there was a pile of dry firewood, and the burning torches in the hands of four burly men seemed to indicate that a thrilling fire sacrifice was about to take place.

At this moment, the entire square was dead silent, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Three people who looked like priests gathered together and discussed something.

There were two people standing nearby, a man in white and a woman in red, whispering to each other.

Xiao Zi and Xuan Chen quietly approached the crowd and wanted to ask what kind of sacrificial activity this was.

As a result, the person in front was too focused and his expression was too serious. Xiao Zi was afraid of being scolded, so she didn't say anything. She just stood quietly behind the person, staring quietly at the tied man and woman in front.

At this moment, the elderly priest on the altar walked to the altar, holding three incense sticks in his hand. His hand shook, and smoke rose. The next moment, he lit the incense with his fingers, pointed in the direction of the altar, and said loudly,

"God of Thunder, the once-in-a-decade sacrificial ceremony has arrived. At this solemn and sacred moment, your people, with great reverence, offer you your most devout followers.

They are full of awe and will follow you unwaveringly. We express our respect and love for you in our own way, hoping to receive your blessing and grace.

May your people live long and prosper.”

The priest lit the incense, and the smoke extended upward in a straight line, as if it was being pulled by the power of the gods.

Then, a thunder sounded out of nowhere in the clear sky, and at the same time, a bolt of lightning struck the three burning incense sticks.

However, the three incense sticks were intact, and the smoke still curled in a straight line, floating towards the sky.

When the three priests saw this, they were immediately overjoyed, because this was the Thunder God accepting their sacrifice and expressing his love for it.

"All right, all right. Thunder God has accepted his devout believers. Fellow villagers, Thunder God will continue to bless our Leiming Town with good weather, peace and health as before.

Now, the auspicious time has arrived. We respectfully send our believers to the side of the Thunder God. With the respect of the elders and villagers of the whole town, we will serve him. "

As soon as the priest finished speaking, the people in the square, who were already solemn and pious, knelt on the ground and shouted in unison, as if driven by an invisible force.

Xuan Chen hurriedly pulled Xiao Zi to kneel behind the crowd. What a joke. Everyone was kneeling, but the two of them were standing. It was easy to be exposed. So the two of them also shouted,

"Nine Heavens God, Thunder God bless you. I respectfully send you all the believers, may you live in long-lasting happiness and peace."

The shouts were like rolling spring thunder, resounding throughout the square and echoing in the sky above the square for a long time. People's voices were full of respect for the Thunder God and expectations for his blessings, as if these shouts could penetrate the clouds and reach the sky.

At this time, the four men holding torches walked into the pile of dry firewood and lit it without hesitation.

At this moment, the faces of the man and woman turned pale, bloodless. Their eyes lost their spirit and became dull and lifeless, as if they had lost their souls, like two lifeless puppets.

The blazing fire was raging in front of them, the flames licking their bodies, bringing waves of burning pain. Perhaps this unbearable pain finally awakened some of their consciousness, and they began to struggle and try to escape from this terrible scene.

However, their hands and feet were tied tightly, unable to move at all. The ropes dug deep into their skin, causing more pain with every struggle, but they still desperately tried to break free.

They opened their mouths and wanted to cry for help, but their throats seemed to be blocked by something. No matter how hard they tried, no sound came out. It was completely futile.

At the back of the crowd in the far corner, there were two inconspicuous women kneeling, they were kneeling on their knees, their bodies slightly leaning forward, as if they were knocked down by an invisible pressure. In stark contrast to the expressions of the people around them, the faces of these two women were filled with extreme sadness and despair.

Their tears poured out like a flood, blurring their vision. Although their hearts were already torn apart by pain and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably, they still bit their lips tightly, covered their mouths, and dared not make a sound.

The two women kept their eyes fixed on the couple behind the flames. Through the blazing flames, they could vaguely see the figures of their children, the most important people in their lives. However, at this moment, their children were being devoured by the merciless flames and were suffering great pain.

The two mothers' hearts were like boiling oil on fire, tormented to death, and their trembling bodies seemed to collapse at any time. But they were reluctant to take their eyes off their children, afraid to forget their children's final appearance.

At this moment, two men appeared quietly behind them. They bent over, walked in front of the women, blocked their view, and hugged the women.

The woman was shocked. After she saw who it was with her tearful eyes, she tried to struggle, but the man shook his head at them. They didn't dare to look back at the burning fire, and just carried the woman away by force.