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I couldn't believe what was in front of me, and squeezed my arm fiercely, the sharp pain made me shiver, cold sweat soaked my clothes, it became obvious that this time was not in a dream.

Wild roar of insects in the mountains, my scalp tingled, thinking of what the man said, is that true? I had to find my father and the others.

But I just stood up I fell off my center of gravity and rolled down the stairs, scrambled to get up but fell into a large hole, the light was too dark I simply did not notice the hole.

It was like a trap used by hunters to catch large beasts, with something like a wooden thorn inside. A small arm-length thing cut through my calf, and the pain almost made me black out.

I took a breather, took the hair rope off my head and tied it to my leg, thinking of getting up and climbing out, but the touch under my hand was strange, like something like clothes, and a sticky feeling, and I just didn't notice the smell around me, and now there's a smell in the air - a disgusting stench.

A weak moonlight shone down, and I finally saw the "thing" underneath me, it was a corpse! No! It was a few people stacked together, and the hole was not a wooden spike, it was some animal or human bones! the white bones in the moonlight shine looks incomparably weird and creepy.

"ah!!!!!!!!!!"

I couldn't care less about the pain coming from my calf, so I jumped up and tried to climb up, but there was no place to climb on the wall of the pit, and the only depression on it was the unreadable seal script, which seemed to become more clear after being stained with my blood.

Probably too much blood loss accompanied by excessive shock, my brain began to confuse, and fell back heavily, desperately looking at the moon hanging in the night sky, cursing the son of a b***h who tricked me into coming here.

When my consciousness was drifting, I vaguely saw a huge gray wolf jumping down and standing in front of me, golden eyes staring at me eerily, and finally opening its big mouth, just like what had happened in the dream.

I woke up again in my bed, the pain coming from my calf told me that everything that happened was not a dream, my father sat on the edge of the bed with a stony face, still smoking his cigarette "a thousand precautions, or did not escape"

I spoke with difficulty, my throat felt like a blade was stuck in my throat causing me great pain, "Dad, what the hell is going on "

He brought a glass of water to me and spoke after half a second: "It's not your fault."

At this time a middle-aged woman in strange dress came in: "This is all the sins of the ancestors, you are dragged into the trouble, those boys are also all self-inflicted, no one else can be blamed."

I looked at the brown-skinned woman in front of me, her cheekbones were high, her eyes were narrow and upturned like a fox, her body looked stout and powerful, and she didn't look very facetious.

"This is Chiqta, who came here to help you," my father said as he stepped aside.

This seems to be the priestess, I nodded and smiled to show courtesy, said thank you ma'am

The Chiqta nodded and sat on the edge of my bed, and said with a grave face "Tacy, you have survived these three days, you should have saved your own life, the one who haunted you should have agreed to my proposal, in the future you should respect the breed that worships him, do not annoy him, we do not violate each other, in order to save your life I have made a lot of effort.

I realized that after being rescued I was in a coma for three full days, and a lot happened in those three days

The priest's child Ivory and those few people who went up the mountain together died, and I was lying in a hole with them, My father almost prepared a coffin for me too.

My father said I kept a life because of the amulet that I had carried since I was a child, saying that it was on me when he picked me up, and now that amulet has turned to ashes.

When he came back, my father went to Mrs. Chiqta, who is a famous priestess in our area and is said to have a patron saint who is very powerful.

As for the one Mrs. Chiqta said, probably the guy who always showed up in my dreams to kill me, and the absurd thing is that I have to worship his totem in the future, need to pay tribute for his sacrifice every day.

I feel absurd and ridiculous, still some do not believe that these mess is true, but I saw them two Wen so serious to prepare the carved totems of wooden poles and tributes, or obediently follow their instructions to cut the fingertips will drop blood into a pot of soil, kneeling and kowtowing to the totems.

With the blood completely swallowed by the clay in the basin, representing the establishment of the contract, Mrs. Chiqta and my father both seemed to be relieved, while I looked at the man who came in through the back door with a afraid face, I was frozen in fear

That's him! The blond man who tricked me into going to the mountain, at this time he turned his back on me and sniffed the tribute on the table, and said with a sorrowful voice, "I have waited for many years, but I never thought it would be you, the first time we met, you set me up, I will settle this account with those people sooner or later.

What is he talking about? I looked puzzled and wanted to clear myself: "Don't be ridiculous, this has nothing to do with me at all, it's you who keep pestering me! It's none of my business who has a grudge against you."

Mrs. Chiqta rushed over to cover my mouth "apologize to Mr. Ulric, Mr. Ulric please don't blame her, she didn't mean to do it"

I was pressed to my knees again and looked at the faces of my father and Mrs. Chiqta, both of whom looked very respectful of the man.

He did not bother with me what, picked up the tribute on the table and gradually walked towards the door, and when he was about to step out of the door he said "daily fresh meat and fresh fruit, if there is a day missed, I believe you know the results"

I did not want to accept the result, my family is not so rich, my father to pay for my college fortunate half of his life, he always eat only one meal a day oatmeal, but now to give that man daily offerings, we can' t afford.

But my father came over and hugged me and pulled out a smile, "Dad can still make money, we can afford it, I just want my only baby girl to be safe in this life"

Looking at my father's wrinkled face, all the words I wanted to say were swallowed back, I couldn't say anything else, my eyes were so sore that I almost cried.

My father asked Mrs Chiqta to stay for dinner and went into the kitchen to prepare it. I was unable to help with my injured leg, so I stayed to chat with Mrs Chiqta.

Mrs Chiqta told me mysteriously, "Ulric is a very powerful man, you must provide for him well, don't make a scene, this life of yours was so hard to save, we will be peers from now on, if you don't know anything you can come and ask me, you can also make money from this in the future, but you must keep good company with him. "

So I came back from the dead and woke up as a priest? And become good friends with the man who always wanted to kill me? That's no way to think of a relationship as a good friend! Even less likely to make money off of that ability.