Chapter 234: Divine Sense Thorn

When the woman heard the village chief's words, she raised her lifeless eyes and glanced at the ladder in front of her.

Then he climbed up the ladder like a puppet until he stepped on a red-hot round iron.

With a hissing sound, the girl screamed because of the burn.

She seemed to come alive now, and ran down the ladder desperately.

But at this time, the strong man had already taken down the ladder.

Zhang Tie felt strange. The altar was not high and had no guardrails. They also did not take any measures to restrict the girl’s behavior. What would they do if the girl jumped down?
Then, just when Zhang Tie was thinking about this, the old man's eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and he muttered something. Then, in front of Zhang Tie's surprised eyes, he spat out an invisible thorn from his mouth.

The spikes were invisible and colorless, and moved so fast that even Zhang Tie could hardly see them clearly!

This is the power of divine consciousness! And it is quite powerful!

Zhang Tie was puzzled. This old man was just an ordinary person. How could he use the power of spiritual consciousness?

This spiritual spear is more than enough to deal with not only the little girl, but even an ordinary strong man.

He could knock them out with this one blow.

The people around were all in awe when they saw the old man's move.

The village chief saw the crowd's reaction and naturally accepted their awed looks. Then he took the lead and knelt down, worshiping the altar and shouting,

"Demon God, I have given you this year's offering! Please protect us from the disturbance of the devil's voice this year."

After the old man knelt down, everyone also knelt down towards the altar.

Zhang Tie waited for a while and found that there was no change around him.

This altar is really useless!

So he turned around and rushed towards the altar.

The girl was stabbed by the old man's spirit and fell down with her eyes wide open. The flesh on her body was constantly being burned. This was just a simple and ignorant sacrifice, nothing else.

Zhang Tie came to the altar, tapped the ground with his right foot, and jumped onto the red-hot disc.

He stepped on the disc, picked up the girl lying on it, and then jumped down.

Zhang Tie checked carefully and found that the girl had many blisters on her body. Zhang Tie felt a little guilty because he hesitated for a while, which led to the girl's injuries.

When the people below saw Zhang Tie carrying the little girl down, they all became angry!
"What are you going to do!"

Douya stood up straight away, his eyes spitting fire, and rushed towards Zhang Tie with a desperate look on his face.

He was so excited that his face flushed with excitement at the thought of teaching this black man who was even stronger than himself a lesson.

The village chief also stood up, shook off the dust on his body, and made sure that there was no dust anywhere on his body. Then he raised his head and looked at Douya's head.

However, he did not stop Bean Sprout Head. He watched Bean Sprout Head raise its sandbag-sized fist and smash it towards Zhang Tie Head.

Douya Brain was confident that this punch could make Zhang Tie's head explode!
He said fiercely, "You've ruined the sacrifice, and you'll die!"

According to the rules of the village, if someone comes to disrupt their sacrifice, Douya Naotou can teach them a lesson, but killing is not allowed!
At most he could knock them down, but the man was jealous of Zhang Tie's size and his age!
If Zhang Tie really joined their village, based on the strength he had shown and his youth, he would probably really replace him as the strongest man.

When he punched Zhang Tie, he secretly hid a blade in his fingertips. He narrowed his eyes and punched Zhang Tie's neck.

The people around didn't find it strange. Normally, they would do the same thing, knocking the troublemaker unconscious with one punch and then completing the sacrifice. This was a very normal situation.

Zhang Tie saw through Douya’s thoughts and said, “I don’t know why you still want to kill me, but since you want to kill me, don’t blame me for taking action.”

Zhang Tie acted cautiously and flicked the bean sprout's head with his little finger. The bean sprout's head flew out like a bean sprout.

Zhang Tie felt that he had good control over his strength. All he did was lose a mouthful of teeth, and he was unconscious in bed for a month.

The people around were unable to react when they saw Zhang Tie's incredible reaction. After a long while, they looked at Zhang Tie in horror.

The trembling village chief was still calm. He had seen the world, so he was very steady.

And he had a skill, that was the spiritual thorn. This spiritual thorn was always effective. He had seen countless people with extremely strong bodies, but no one could withstand his spiritual thorn.

He looked at Zhang Tie with satisfaction and extended an olive branch to him again. He smiled and said, "You are very strong. If you are really willing to join our village, I am willing to give you another chance!"

"And I can teach you a thing!"

Zhang Tie looked interested. Was it the spiritual thorn?
Seeing Zhang Tie's interest, the old man continued speaking.

"Please put down the offerings first and let me complete the sacrifice. Otherwise, if the devil is angered and the devil sends down the devil's voice again, it will be a disaster for the village."

Zhang Tie continued to ask what the devil was and what the devil sound was?

The village chief became unusually patient this time, and said to Zhang Tie, "The demon god is the demon god of this world. I don't know who he is. We only know that if we don't give him sacrifices, he will bring us demonic sounds."

Speaking of the devil's voice, the old man showed fear in his eyes. The people around him also showed fear.

When the magic sound comes, everyone will feel suffocated. We don't know where the magic sound comes from, nor do we know when the magic sound will disappear.

All we know is that when the devilish sound appears, everyone will feel that all the air in the world has disappeared, and everyone will be suffocated to death.

When the devil sound first occurred, many people in the village died because of it. But our village was lucky enough to find a way to worship the devil.

That is to bake the girl for a few days, and the trouble of the magic sound can be relieved. When the magic sound comes next time, we can sit around the altar and will not be punished by the magic sound.

Whose instructions did you follow to do this? Zhang Tie didn't understand, because when the magic sound came, it was impossible for them to just happen to make such an altar, and then the people around them just happened to gather together and just happened to throw a girl on the altar and roast it dry.

The old man nodded and said that this was indeed not the case, because we met the devil and it was the devil who guided us to do this.

We have never seen the demon child, and he will give us random revelations in our dreams every time. As long as we follow his guidance, the demon sound will not kill us!
Zhang Tie felt something was wrong.

The person who did this must be one person. But if he really just let the villagers do this, what benefit would he get? Is he just enjoying this kind of sacrifice, or is he simply perverted?
Zhang Tie didn't believe it.

This person must have some interests.

"Village leader, the fire on the altar seems to be going out. Should we add some firewood?"

Someone in the crowd reminded the village chief, who looked back and found that the firewood was almost burned out.

So he bowed to Zhang Tie, and then said to the people behind him: "Throw the things in the bag in, and add more wood."

(End of this chapter)