Chapter 217: Sacrifice (Subscription Request)

Chapter 217: Sacrifice (Seeking Subscriptions)

March 13, 1013, New Calendar.

Inside a room in a building in H City.

"Go, go, go! Don't be cowards, they're almost out of health, just a little more!"

A person roared frantically at the screen, then, as the screen turned gray, he slammed the keyboard.

Fortunately, the keyboard was of good quality and wasn't damaged, but he felt like his brain was going to explode from anger.

"Why are they all such pig teammates? What are they even thinking?"

He walked to the window in a huff, preparing to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

Just then, his phone rang.

He went to the window, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and unhurriedly answered the phone.

"Hello? May I ask who this is?"

"I am your Second Uncle. Next month is the family sacrifice, you need to come back then."

"Beep beep beep ~"

Then, the call was disconnected.

"Second Uncle—"

Upon closer thought, he did indeed have a Second Uncle, but come to think of it, he hadn't been back to the village in years. Ever since his parents passed away, he had never returned to the village.

And now, Second Uncle was asking him to come back, and for a sacrifice no less.

This left him somewhat puzzled.

He had indeed heard his grandfather talk about the village's sacrifice.

It seemed to be held once every thirty years, and next month would be another thirty-year cycle.

This sacrifice seemed to have been going on for a very long time; his grandfather said it had been over a thousand years.

He scoffed at this; the Alliance's history was only a little over a thousand years old. Your family's sacrifice has been held for a thousand years?

Doesn't that mean it's as ancient as the Alliance?

However, he still understood. After all, everyone wants to gild their own lily.

Just like the cults often seen on TV, which one doesn't claim to be extremely ancient, even existing before the Alliance was established?

He thought about it and finally gave up on calling the police.

After all, although their village held sacrifices and had a cult-like feel to it.

But he had heard his grandfather say that the sacrifice only used livestock, not live humans.

Even if he called the police, it would be useless.

Then he dismissed the matter from his mind. This sacrifice had nothing to do with him, why should he go?

Amidst the smoke, he saw pedestrians below the building.

Those people hurried through the streets and alleys, doing their own things, rarely interacting with others.

As he watched, he inexplicably felt very suppressed, so he extinguished the cigarette in his hand, closed the window, and went back to playing games.

Seven days later, while he was asleep, he was woken up by a phone call.

"Hello, who is it?"

"I'm your Second Uncle, Gang Zi, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet?"

"Second Uncle!?"

This young man, called Gang Zi, immediately sat up from his bed.

"No, is this sacrifice really that important? Does everyone really have to be there?"

"Everyone must be there. Haven't you left yet? Do I have to send people to tie you up and bring you back?"

"No—"

The person named Gang Zi hadn't finished speaking when another voice came from the phone.

"Now, besides you, only that girl next door is missing from the village. Really, college students are so troublesome. I'm telling you, you must come back before next month, or I'll really send people to tie you up and bring you back!"

"Beep beep beep ~"

After that, the call was disconnected.

Looking at his phone, Sun Gang knew that Second Uncle was serious.

When he was little, the person he feared most was his Second Uncle.

He didn't know why when he was young, only thinking that Second Uncle looked fierce. But as he grew up and thought about it carefully, Second Uncle felt exactly like those murderers portrayed on TV.

Of course, Sun Gang only attributed this to his Second Uncle often hunting in the mountains and carrying a murderous aura.

"Looks like I'll have to ask for leave from work."

Sun Gang buried himself in his quilt, feeling very annoyed.

After his parents passed away, he always found it difficult to communicate with the people in the village and couldn't cope.

Asking for leave went very smoothly, and Sun Gang bought his train ticket that same day.

If he didn't leave quickly, his Second Uncle would probably call him again to urge him to return to the village.

Sun Gang's hometown was in a very remote place, so remote that there wasn't even a single road.

It would take some effort to get back.

Sun Gang even prepared to rent a motorcycle, but when he arrived, he found that a concrete road led directly to his hometown.

The time it took to return to the village was three days faster than he expected.

"Good heavens, has the village changed so much in the few years I've been gone?"

After getting off the bus, Sun Gang looked at the village, which had changed greatly from his memory, and his mouth fell open.

Although some places were still vaguely the same as in his memory, many more places had become unrecognizable.

The biggest change was that almost all the families in the village had changed from their original stone houses to two-story buildings.

Soon, Sun Gang returned to his own home.

A rare sight in the village, a small house built of stone!

In the past, his house was a rare and very bright house in the village, but now, it had become the most backward one.

However, Sun Gang didn't care about this. He took out the key and opened the main door.

As soon as he entered, Sun Gang saw the very tidy courtyard.

It seemed that someone had always been taking care of his home, otherwise his courtyard would have been overgrown with weeds long ago, and when he opened the door, the lock felt like it was used frequently, without any rust.

Sun Gang immediately guessed who was taking care of his courtyard. He silently thanked his Second Uncle in his heart and planned to buy some things to visit Second Uncle that evening. At the same time, he would also inquire about the village's sacrifice.

In his impression, Second Uncle was not such a feudal person; on the contrary, his thinking was quite advanced, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to study.

One must know that when he was little, his parents had planned for him to go hunting with Second Uncle.

At that time, his Second Uncle was among the wealthiest people in the village.

"Wait, there should be something about the sacrifice among Grandpa's belongings."

So, he began to search through his grandfather's belongings.

When his grandfather passed away, Sun Gang was still very young and not interested in these things, so it took him some effort to find his grandfather's belongings.

After opening a wooden box, Sun Gang found many old items.

There was a bottle made of some unknown metal material, and a set of teapots.

Sun Gang recognized the bottle as something his grandfather often played with in his hand, and he didn't know if it was an antique. The teapot set was used by his grandfather, who frequently drank tea from them.

And beneath these, Sun Gang found a notebook.