"It's going to take a while, but since these two little things have noticed, let's hold the ceremony tonight!" Sir Wilson said expressionlessly.
"Hmph, don't use the two cubs to change the subject, what are you going to do with that little bitch Diana?" Keira Wilson looked at her husband in disgust.
"Hehe, my dear, since you care so much about Diana's existence, what do you think about letting her be a sacrifice in the ceremony?" Sir Wilson had a fake smile on his face.
"Oh? Are you willing?" Keira asked in surprise.
"Of course, always using those dirty black slaves seems to be a kind of disrespect to the master." Sir Wilson smiled coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "It's just that Diana is not enough, I think it is necessary A young white male, I think... the handsome coachman you came from London with is a nice guy, let me see, what's the boy's name? Jack, isn't it?"
"You... how dare you!" Hearing her husband's words, Kaila widened her small eyes squeezed into slits by the fat, showing a look of surprise and anger.
"As long as it's an offering to the master, why don't I dare, you shameless fat woman, haven't you brought enough shame to the Wilson family?" Sir Wilson grabbed his wife's arm with a fierce face growled almost against her nose.
"You, you hurt me!" Keira's fat body was like a deflated ball, shrinking her neck in fear.
"It's fine if you mess around in London. If you bring your concubine into the Wilson Manor next time, I'll offer you as a sacrifice to the master." The jazz grinned, "Anyway, your father once said that we Believers have to go to the Lord's side to serve sooner or later, and it doesn't seem to make much difference if it's earlier or later!"
"I, I'll change clothes first, and then go to the ceremony!" Hearing her husband's words, Keira's pupils dilated visibly, and she burst out with a burst of brute force, breaking free from Sir Wilson's palm, and ran away with a panicked expression. out of the living room.
"Hehe..." Looking at his wife's panicked back, Sir Wilson let out a nervous laugh. When the laughter stopped, he turned around blankly and looked down at the Harry brothers and sisters who were hugging each other.
"Hey, in your eyes, Keira and I are both demons, right?" Sir Wilson said with a look of confusion on his face, as if talking to himself, "Of course, I shouldn't blame you, maybe what you saw That's the truth. Many years ago, when I made a deal with Kayla's father, I was already a demon in human skin!"
"At that time, I had just retired from the army, and I came to this new continent, which was said to be full of gold, with only a little savings. I contracted railway projects, ran a tabloid newspaper, and even worked as a mine supervisor... But it turns out that, I'm not cut out for business, and all attempts to revive the family have failed...”
Thomas Wilson had an ugly look of half-smile, half-cry, "I thought about dying, but at this moment, an old businessman found me. He asked me to marry his not-so-beautiful The only daughter, he needs the decent status of the Wilson family, and I can inherit all the inheritance after his death."
"I was like, why not? Kayla isn't beautiful, but it doesn't matter to me. All I want is to restore the family glory, and the personal marriage is irrelevant. But besides that, the old businessman has some problems. He asked me if I would dare to kill people, and if I would sell my soul to the devil for the sake of glory and wealth."
Sir Wilson suddenly showed a strange expression of remorse, "I said at the time that killing people is nothing. When I was serving, I sold my soul to the country and killed many people on the battlefield. Now I sell it to the devil. It’s nothing more than a change of master.”
"When the old man got my answer, he only said one sentence. He said let me remember what I said, and hoped that I would never resent him in the future. Then he asked me to put a photo of myself in a box full of In an iron box in the soil of the cemetery, and then buried at a certain crossroads. After I did so, he said that I had gained the attention of the Lord Father.
Until he dies, I don't need to worry, all evil things are done by him. But after he died, I had to hold a ceremony every three years to honor the Lord Father. The ritual requires killing at least a couple of boys and girls, and the more deaths, the luckier I will be in the next three years, otherwise everything I have now will leave me until I die on the street. "
As Sir Wilson spoke, he seemed to fall into a distant memory and fell silent.
"What happened next?" Suddenly a childish voice broke the silence, Harry looked down, only to find that it was Elaine who asked, and quickly covered his sister's mouth.
"Later... the old guy was killed by a rebellious nigger, and I didn't even have time to explain what happened. This incident also made me forget what he had warned for a while, so there was no ceremony for the Lord Father for six years. "
Sir Wilson glanced at Elaine and said with a wry smile, "The first three years were not too serious, but many of the properties inherited from the old man encountered accidents, and Keira and I encountered an economic crisis.
However, this model of boiling frogs in warm water failed to wake us up. So in the second three years, Kayla and I's children Harry and Elaine died of illness. Until that time, we remembered what the old guy said back then, and it turned out that it was not a joke... "
Sir Wilson lowered his head slowly, and said in a low tone, "In the seventh year, we... made up for that ceremony. The effect was obvious. The plantation that was on the verge of bankruptcy immediately had a good harvest, and we closed the financial loophole."
"But... the deaths of Harry and Elaine hit us hard! My marriage with Kayla broke down. We blamed each other, immersed in the grief of losing a child. I started looking for a mistress, and she Using money to seduce handsome young men…”
"You deserve it, you will definitely go to hell in the future!"
Sir Wilson looked at the indignant Elaine in surprise. This adopted young girl made him feel mature beyond his age for the first time.
"Yes, Keira and I both deserve it, but I'm afraid you and your brother will go to hell before us!" The man stretched out his hands expressionlessly, and his strong palms grabbed the two of them neck.
"Damn it!" As Harry's consciousness gradually lost, Qin Lun's vision gradually blurred, which made him feel irritated. But there was another force that forcibly suppressed his emotions, preventing him from bursting out, lest he withdraw from Harry's consciousness and no longer be able to participate in the plot.
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After waiting crazily, Harry finally woke up from the coma, and Qin Lun's vision slowly became clear again.
He found that Harry's body was not harmed, but was tied to a stake, and his sister Elaine was next to the boy on another stake. They were no longer in the living room of the manor, and the surrounding environment seemed to be the roof of the manor.
Although it was still late at night, Qin Lun noticed that the surroundings were very bright, and even the temperature seemed to be a little abnormal.
Harry regained his sanity very quickly, and began to look around. A huge six-pointed star array was painted under him and Elaine. The weird paint had a strong smell of blood. It seemed to be painted with some kind of blood, but it was unknown whether it was livestock or human beings.
A large group of people were holding torches and standing around the hexagram formation. Qin Lun didn't know them, but judging from the muskets and axes that these people were holding, it should be the manor overseer team mentioned by Thomas Wilson.
For a plantation like the Wilson Manor, which used a large number of black slaves, an overseer team was essential. The slave riots of this era were no joke, and a single improper measure could cost the entire manor.
Among the crowd, Qin Lun found Butler Parker with a gloomy expression and an unbearable expression on his face. This old man may not have participated in the evil deeds of the Wilsons. However, he has no ability to resist, so he can only endure the condemnation of his conscience and choose to turn a blind eye.
Except for Butler Parker, none of the other servants of the manor showed up. Qin Lun guessed that those ordinary servants, including Tony's personal servants, didn't know about this evil ritual.
Otherwise, Old Parker would not be the only one here. Perhaps those servants were drugged, or they were temporarily placed under house arrest, in their respective rooms, ignorant of what happened on the rooftop.
The black slave riot is a good excuse. No matter how many people die tonight, even if the Harry brothers and sisters temporarily "disappear" for a while, even if the servants guess a little bit of the truth, they will not be able to prove what happened that night to outsiders. matter.
"Brother, look?" Elaine seemed to have woken up too, and turned her gaze to Harry's side and back.
The boy tried his best to turn his head, and found that there were several wooden stakes behind him, some of which were tied with several bloody black slaves, including men and women. There were also two stakes binding Susan and another handsome young man, probably the unlucky coachman Jack that Sir Wilson was talking about.
"Uncle Kanda, Uncle Hobby... I'm sorry!" Harry finally cried out as he looked at the black slaves covered in blood.
"Hehe, little Harry, cough cough, you were arrested too, I thought you betrayed us..." Hearing Harry's voice, one of the strong black men slowly opened his eyes, vomiting blood and laughing road.
"No apology, boy, we niggers are not like you two white kids. You escaped the manor and lived on, but we were caught and hanged again sooner or later. My only regret is that I didn't die before kill more white people...
It seems that they want to burn us alive, or they hope to return to our hometown after death..." The big black man's eyes are a little blurred, "It's been so many years, I have forgotten what the grassland in my hometown looks like ? "
"Here, what is this place, why am I here?" A female black slave next to the big black man suddenly woke up and began to shout in panic.
Hearing her voice, Susan groaned, opened her eyes, and immediately called out in surprise: "Dina, is that you, Dana, I'm Susan, I'm Susan!"