Chapter 235 Erya
Someone took the bag given by the village chief, and called a few people to find a large handful of firewood, and threw it on the altar.

The firewood scattered into the flames around the altar. The flames were suppressed at first, but when the newly added firewood was lit, they shot up another ten feet high.

The man holding the big bag given by the village chief is a newbie.

In the past, Douya's head did this job, but now that Douya's head has a broken tooth, it is his turn to do this job.

The newbie was a little nervous, but he had seen this happen many times before. He glanced at the village chief and saw him nod, which made him feel relieved.

It was just adding fuel to the fire, how could there be any mistakes? He put his mind at ease and started to do it boldly.

Seeing the fire rising, the newcomer found the right opportunity and threw the bag in at the moment when the flames were at their highest.

"My bag!"

The village chief reacted and let out a loud roar, his voice becoming shrill in anxiety. The bag was his treasure, so why was it thrown directly into the fire?

"Quickly put out the fire!"

someone yelled.

The newcomer was at a loss, like a child who had made a mistake. When he heard someone yelling, he hurried back to find something to put out the fire.

“Stop right there!” The village chief recovered his breath and his voice returned to normal, with anger in his voice, “Forget it, the altar fire cannot be extinguished!”

He looked at the fire with pain, as if he saw the bag that helped him cultivate his spiritual thorns melting in the fire.

He couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he turned around and walked towards the village.

The newcomer saw the village chief was about to leave, feeling guilty and afraid. He wanted to make a contribution, so he quickly said, "Village chief, you forgot to offer sacrifice..."

Before he could finish his words, the person next to him covered his mouth and said, "You fool, don't you see that the village chief is sad? How dare you speak?"

The newcomer whimpered, broke free from the man's hand, and whispered, "But the village chief forgot to perform the sacrifice. Shouldn't he have reminded him?"

The man shook his head. "Why can't you understand what I'm saying? How could the village chief not know about sacrifice? Just listen. If you keep talking too much, aren't you afraid of being treated like a bean sprout?"

The newcomer looked at the unconscious Douya head beside him and couldn't help but shiver. He licked his teeth with his tongue. He didn't want to have to drink porridge in the future without teeth!

Everyone in the village followed the village chief, even Bean Sprout's head was dragged away, and the soles of his feet dragged on the ground, leaving two shallow marks.

Zhang Tie did not leave. He took the girl towards the fire. The girl woke up while being carried on Zhang Tie's shoulders.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a ball of fire. Thinking of her previous experience, she started screaming!
"Don't scream, I won't burn you!"

Zhang Tie wanted the girl to shut up. He saw that the bag in the flames was still intact in the fire, and the flames around it seemed as if they didn't exist.

Zhang Tie thought that the bag was a treasure and wanted to go directly into the fire to take the bag out.

The girl on his shoulder screamed loudly. Zhang Tie's attempts to comfort her were useless. Instead, she screamed even louder.

Zhang Tie put her down and yelled even louder,

"Before, those people asked you to walk up on your own, and you weren't afraid. Why are you screaming now that you're standing next to the fire?"

Erya was shocked by Zhang Tie and felt dizzy. She stopped screaming. She wiped her blackened face and stared at the dark Zhang Tie with fear. She just shivered and didn't say a word.

Zhang Tie was getting impatient, and seeing that the girl teacher was just standing there, he simply ignored her and said, "Stand still," then turned around and walked towards the fire.

Erya's eyes widened. Her eyes were originally big, but now they became the size of an egg. Then she remembered that she seemed to have done the same thing before. It was the village chief who usually wore slippery clothes that didn't get dirty. He looked at her and Erya was confused.

He didn't wake up until his feet were burned.

She was a little worried about Zhang Tie. The dark-skinned man in front of her must have been bewitched by the slippery village chief and walked into the fire and burned himself!

"Dahei, Dahei, come back soon!"

Erya didn’t know Zhang Tie’s name, but Zhang Tie was very black, as black as the little black dog in his family. The little black dog was called Xiaohei, and the big guy should be called Dahei.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with giving Zhang Tie a dog name. After all, he was only a teenager.

Arya called out a few times and found a figure walking out of the fire. His eyes were as big as two peeled boiled eggs, revealing surprise.

She called Zhang Tie out!

. . .

Of course, Zhang Tie was not called out by Erya. The fire could not burn him to death. He just took the bag and then walked out.

The bag in his hand was the same as him, not afraid of fire. However, this fan-sized burlap bag looked so ordinary, no wonder the newcomer thought it was an ordinary bag.

The bag was tied with a rope. Zhang Tie unbuttoned it, opened the bag, and saw the stones inside.

Zhang Tie's mind was immediately attracted there. He felt his head poking into the bag, as if there was a magnet inside. Zhang Tie was like a piece of iron and was attracted there.

Zhang Tie closed the bag and sat on the ground, breathing heavily. He felt as if his consciousness was about to be sucked out!

His consciousness had not recovered much yet, and after being pulled like that, his head started throbbing.

"Dahei, are you okay?"

Erya saw Zhang Tie sitting on the ground and thought he was burned by the fire. She felt sympathy for him and helped Zhang Tie pick up the bag and handed it to him.

Zhang Tie shook his head, closed his eyes and rubbed his still throbbing head, "It's okay."

"Dahei, do you want this?"

Zhang Tie opened his eyes and wanted to say that his name was not Dahei, but he found a small hand with burn scars appearing in front of him, holding a black stone.

Zhang Tie's eyes widened, and he forgot to correct the girl's name, "How did you take it out?"

He just took a look at the things in the bag and his head was buzzing. How did this person take them out?
Erya tested Zhang Tie again, opened the bag, reached in, and took something out.

Then he took out another black stone. Erya thought that Dahei might be stupid because of the burning, but she was very patient. If Dahei still didn't understand, she would try again.

Zhang Tie is not a fool, he can see that there is something special about Erya.

He gestured to Arya to give him the bag, then tried again, and found that it still didn't work. The bag could absorb his spiritual consciousness.

He looked at the black stone carefully again. He didn't recognize it. According to the previous village chief, this black stone should be thrown into the fire, and a person should be placed on the fire.

Zhang Tie wanted to give it a try, maybe there would be some changes.

He walked to the altar, jumped on it, then threw a black stone into the fire and watched the changes in the stone carefully.

(End of this chapter)