Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

"Your companion also got necrosis?" The old man's eyes were full of doubts. As far as he knew, there were so many nearby villages, but theirs was the only one that was unlucky enough to be affected by the disease. How could this young man's companion get necrosis?

"That's right... She, she must have been bitten by a bat. After that, spider-like blood vessels grew all over her body, and a big tumor grew on her nose. She can still vaguely see her facial features..."

Dalabengba described Aya's situation to the old man as best as he could. Seeing Dalabengba's eager expression and sincere tone, which didn't seem to be a lie, the old man believed him.

"It seems that your companion is indeed suffering from necrosis, but, young man, I may not be able to help you?"

"Why?" Darabengba was stunned.

"Herbs are given by the Holy Beast. If you want to get the herb, you must become a believer of God. If I give you the herb you requested privately, then I and even this village may be rejected by the god."

The old man said it very seriously.

In his opinion.

Finally, a manifested god was willing to patronize them.

They must serve this god well.

If you don't ask for wealth, just living a good life will be great.

"Become a believer in God..."

Dalabengba clenched his sword and lowered his head in thought.

He is a person without any faith. Those gods are in the sky and cannot see the suffering in the world. Ordinary civilians can only rely on themselves. Instead of believing in the blessings of the gods, it is better to go to the fields and cultivate two more acres of land.

But what he saw and heard today shook his knowledge. There are gods who really care about ordinary farmers and the ants at the lowest level of society.

"If there really is a kind God who cares about the world, what can I do if I just believe in him?"

Dalabengba no longer hesitated. He didn't care whether the gods blessed him, but as long as he could save Aya, it was enough. No matter whether the other party was a real god or not, he said sincerely to the old man:

"Old sir, I am willing to become a believer of this god. Can you please teach me what to do?"

If you have the heart to become a believer, then you are a family.

The smile on the old man's face became much more natural, and the look he looked at Dalabengba had the kindness of an elder appreciating a younger one.

"Now that you have made up your mind, come with me."

Dalabengba followed the old man to a tiled house. This should be the largest house in the entire small village. The walls were not made of yellow mud, but rather unevenly cut rocks, surrounded by weeds. It has also been well cleaned and looks more elegant and tidy than other villagers' houses.

"This is the old man's home. You don't have to be restrained, just come in."

The old man smiled and pushed open the wooden door, followed closely by Darabengba into the room.

The furnishings inside are simple.

There is a bed, a table, two chairs, and the stove is outside the door.

To keep warm, some animal skins were hung on the walls.

It looks like the cutting method is exactly the same as the animal hides at the old hunter's house.

The house exudes the smell of decay unique to an elderly person's home.

Dalabengba sat on the chair as the old man asked and followed the old man with his eyes as he looked around.

He saw a small sacrificial platform placed on the high table. On the platform was a pale pig skull, and a cluster of bloody mushrooms grew on the skull.

At this moment, the old man was holding a pair of scissors and cutting off the blood mushroom with a "click".

Mushroom juice flowed out from the fracture like blood and slid down the pale skull.

This scene is uncomfortable no matter how you look at it.

"...Great god, Kanvar...Lord of the Red, thank you for the blessings brought by your holy beast...This child wants to become your disciple...The whole world deserves your blessing...your disciple , Bliwen Telunsu is here to meet you."

The old man prayed to the skull and the cluster of blood mushrooms in a very low voice. Even if he listened carefully, he could only hear a rough outline.

What kind of god is the Red Lord of Kanwako?

Never heard of it...

But then Darabengba thought again.

If it were that kind of well-known god, I'm afraid he wouldn't need to rely on giving favors to the lowest-level civilians to collect faith.

This may just be a mountain wild hair god.

But it doesn’t matter.

As long as Aya can be cured, any god will do.

As the old man finished his prayer, the room fell into silence. The old man stood there silently, as if waiting for something.

The atmosphere became heavy and eerie.

Until the pig skull's eyes suddenly lit up with a red light.

Darabeng felt something in his heart.

The eyes under the red light seemed to glance at him.

The red light just flashed away, and the old man's tense body gradually relaxed. He turned around to face Darabengba, with the kind smile still on his face and a blood mushroom in his hand.

"The Lord has compassion on every lost lamb, and He cannot bear to see anyone fall into pain and suffering." The old man had tears in his eyes and raised his hands high.

I can tell.

He was very proud of the god he believed in.

You will even be moved by it.

"The Lord is willing to accept you as His believer, you just need to take this mushroom... Don't worry, although it looks scary, it is actually a sweet and sour taste like an apple."

Under the expectant gaze of the old man, Dalabengba took the blood mushroom.

The bright red mushroom juice at the fracture has not dried up, and the dripping blood and bones look like a decapitated corpse on the execution ground.

There is a faint fishy smell lingering on the tip of the nose.

He instinctively resisted this blood mushroom.

Not just physical, but also psychological.

If you eat this thing, it won't be poisonous and kill you...

"Are you afraid of poison?"

The old man seemed to have read through Dalabengba's thoughts.

He turned around and came to the small altar, cut off a section of the blood mushroom, then returned to Dala Benba and stuffed it into his mouth in front of Dala Benba.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

The mushroom juice slid down the corners of the old man's mouth and dripped on his gray beard, like blood tumors growing on the white tree roots. However, the old man still showed a smile of enjoyment, and his old teeth were invaded by the mushroom juice. Stained blood red.

“Take comfort, young man, the gift of the Lord is not poisonous.”

Dalabengba couldn't help but feel horrified when he saw the old man's ferocious appearance.

He didn't even want to eat this weird blood mushroom.

"Young man, your companions are still waiting for your treatment..."

The old man's words came softly, like a devil's whisper floating from the abyss, echoing in Darabengba's ears, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back.

No matter so much.

As long as I can save Aya...

Darabengba was heartbroken and stuffed the blood mushroom into his mouth with his eyes closed.

As the old man said.

It has a sweet and sour taste similar to apples.