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Sacrifice? !

The people of Aaron were dumbfounded.

Although I don't know what he is going to do as a sacrifice, but just the word "sacrifice" doesn't feel right, right?

What about the golden finger that the grandpa promised at the beginning?

If you don't want to give it away, don't give it away. Why would Mao have to pay for his life?

We don’t want Goldfinger anymore. Please send this old man away. Thank you!

However, although Aaron was panicking in his heart, he appeared to be extremely calm on the surface, even with a smile.

At this time, he had to thank the harsh boss who always came to find trouble, at least he could smile on the outside even though he was upset inside.

"So, what should I do?" Aaron looked at the wooden stick in the old man's hand calmly and said.

A flash of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he praised: "You are indeed the sacrifice that my Lord likes."

The devil wants to be noticed!

Aaron was complaining crazily in his heart, but he knew in his heart that he must not act rashly at this time, especially not to sneak attack this old comrade who looked to be in his eighties.

Since the old man allowed him to regain his mobility despite knowing that he might resist, he must have come prepared.

With Qin Ming's stupid young soul who doesn't understand fighting at all, and Aaron's body that has long been emptied by alcohol, how can he go head-to-head with this old man?

Looking through his memories, Aaron knew that the original owner was an ignorant idiot who knew nothing.

Even the sword, which symbolized the family's glory, was mortgaged to the blacksmith and exchanged for capital for drinking in the tavern.

Otherwise, where would a down-and-out nobleman without territory, vassals, servants, or even a bed get the money to drink?

"If you are willing to cooperate, I believe we will get along very happily." The old man looked at the darkness not far away, as if to confirm something, and then turned to Aaron and said.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a bunch of bits and pieces from the worn robe, including a ball of dried meat, a piece of gray-brown fur, and a jar of unknown transparent liquid...

Aaron watched him take out all kinds of things like a robot cat, and felt more and more uneasy.

But the more uneasy he became, the more curious he became.

Although his reason told him that these things were definitely not New Year's gifts for him, he suddenly wanted to know what these things were used for.

In other words, in what form these things will be used on him.

After all, he is a sacrifice, and these are undoubtedly auxiliary materials...

"Soulless grass, dust from ghosts, fresh and strong human carriers..." the old man murmured to himself.

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched.

It doesn’t matter if you are strong, what the hell is freshness?

At this time, the old man had stacked all the materials in a mysterious arrangement.

He took a deep look at Aaron and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked subconsciously.

"You didn't run away." Listening to the old man's tone, he seemed a little regretful.

"What happens if I run away?"

"I will break your legs. Anyway, your upper body has enough flesh to support the coming of our Lord."

Break your legs?

Amount of meat?

Aaron couldn't help but swallowed, and while he was madly complaining in his mind about why he wanted to pick up the coin in the first place, on the other hand, the curiosity in his heart made him involuntarily wonder what would happen next.

This immersive feeling is much better than those so-called 3A masterpieces.

And you can have sex for free!

Well, it’s just a bit life-consuming…

Aaron was thinking wildly while quietly taking a few steps back.

The old man noticed his little movement, but didn't care. He even said to him with a kind smile: "You can take a few more steps back."

Clam? How many more steps can you take back?

Aaron was startled and instinctively felt something was wrong.

But the old man had already gently paused the wooden stick in his hand.

The gray-brown fur began to burn silently, emitting thick black smoke.

In a daze, Aaron seemed to see the virtual image of a mouse, and seemed to hear the murmur of a group of people.

But before he could take a closer look, under the dim firelight, the lingering black smoke surged towards him like a living thing.

Aaron tried to dodge several times, but found that no matter how he moved, he could not get rid of the strange black smoke.

He immediately turned around and ran away, but he didn't run far before he understood why the old man was so confident - the road behind him was a dead end, and the end was sealed tightly by a crumbling stone brick wall!

Aaron's heart sank.

There is no way out, this bad old man is really bad!

You should probably be able to struggle a little longer...right?

He's just curious, but that doesn't mean he wants to die.

The old man just stood there, and under the firelight, Aaron could clearly see the disdain and ridicule on his face.

"Can't you change the sacrifice?" Aaron said loudly, trying to delay time.

But the old man said enthusiastically: "It is your honor to be appointed as a sacrifice by the Lord."

Aaron couldn't help but said: "What does your master like about me? Can't I change it?"

But the old man didn't answer. Instead, he frowned and looked into the darkness in the distance.

He seemed to sense something approaching.

Aaron took a deep breath and looked around quickly and carefully before the black smoke came to him.

Years of experience in playing stand-alone game masterpieces finally came into play at this time. Just when the black smoke was only a few steps away from Aaron, he saw the torch stuck in the wall.

Although it was a torch that was about to go out, it was also the only weapon he could use to fight so far.

Aaron didn't expect the rocks and broken bricks on the ground to cause any harm to the strange black smoke.

That thing is obviously immune to physical attacks.

If you stay where you are, you will die, and you can only force your way through the black smoke!

Fight!

He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the torch, symbolically trying to dodge the black smoke that passed by.

But the black smoke reacted very quickly and wrapped him up in one roll.

In an instant, Aaron's eyesight went dark.

Although he had been mentally prepared for it, Aaron's heart still sank, and he shouted in his heart that he was going to die.

This black smoke just looks like ethereal smoke, but in fact it is as sticky as glue, and every step in it requires a huge effort.

And more importantly, Aaron also clearly heard the whisper coming from the black fog: "Join me, believe in me, believe in me..."

This whisper seemed to have some inexplicable magic power. Just by repeating it a few times, he had already vaguely felt that this whisper seemed quite reliable and that he was a big brother he could rely on.

Before he could even take a few steps, the energy he had just recovered was exhausted again. His legs were as heavy as lead, and he could no longer take another step.

Darkness, exhaustion, whispers...

Aaron could even clearly feel the malice hidden in the black smoke.

Everything seemed to be back to the beginning, and in a daze he saw the spinning coin again.

The murmurs and whispers disappeared at this moment, and all the unknown syllables were chanted loudly at this moment.

He finally heard the words repeated countless times - "I wish you good luck."

The complicated runes were arranged and combined in front of his eyes, eventually forming a light curtain.

[Host information detected... meets the conditions, activates the fragment: Destiny Coin! 】

[Currently not charged...it will be officially unlocked after charging is completed...]

[Energy traces detected, do you want to absorb the energy? 】

Is there any option?

Old guy, want to kill me?

You're stupid, I have a system!