The next day.
Bai Liu and his party were taken to the houseboat for testing, and Xiaokui was left at Beiyuan's home.
The houseboat that received Bai Liu and the others is still the ship.
After a few months, the man became gloomy and aging again, his head shrunk, wrinkles on his face piled up like tangerine peels, and they looked at Bailiu and they looked like some kind of deep-sea fish. There is a kind of muddy scent of hunting.
Standing next to the white willow, the sacrifice looks neat and tidy. Wearing the clothes and looking at the fabric is very valuable, and the attendants are different.
In addition to being picked by the big family like Cangtai, the servants of the houseboat are unkempt, skinny, and exuding a strong stench of poultry. Their eyes are hollow and their heads are bowed and followed behind the sacrifice, like It is a set of walking dead.
"Come here." Mifune beckoned, with a gloomy tone, "I hope your pain will satisfy us before God is satisfied."
Bai Liu lowered his eyes and followed the Mifune House, and after turning a few turns, he entered a spacious dark house and interior.
In the interior, in the center, there are two hollowed out floor tiles on the ground, and the mountain and stone furnishings emerge from the ground, and at the top is a small and delicate balance, on the rocky platform. There was a red wooden plate on which was placed about a dozen translucent silk threads.
Bai Liu glanced at these threads and found that the threads were about the same size and material as those tied to Sheta's body.
All the sacrifices and attendants stood in several rows in front of this rock, with their heads down.
"This is used to test whether your pain has reached the standard for the past six months, the jackal scale and the pain thread." Mifune stood beside the balance with his back hand, and looked at everyone with his chin, "These threads are all previous The successful sacrifices were made by the adults of the sacrifice. With the permission of the supreme god in the dream, we carefully peeled off these threads from the body of the evil god in the shrine and used it to test you. [Pain] Degree."
"You put your right hand on the balance side, and on the other side we put the painful thread on it."
"Jackal scales can detect the pain in your heart. If the pain in your heart is heavier than the thread, the balance will fall down like yours. Of course, if your pain is lighter than the thread of pain, the balance will be Fall to the other side."
"According to our previous experience, the pain level can be as heavy as a silk thread sacrifice, and it is qualified to offer sacrifices."
Mifune squinted at all the sacrifices: "There is no order for testing, who should come first."
The sacrifices had obvious unease on their faces, and there was a slight commotion below. Some sacrifices took a deep breath and raised their hands, and said tremblingly: "I... come."
Mifune waved his hand, and a servant next to him bowed and moved the balance under the rock, carefully clamped the sterling silver tweezers with his hands wearing silk gloves, clamped a painful thread with his right hand, and supported it with his left hand. The lower end of the right hand is placed on the left end of the balance.
The balance fell to the left in an instant, and the bottom of the pan hit the base with a crisp sound.
Cang Tai looked stunned and leaned into Bai Liu's ear and whispered, "This silk thread looks so heavy."
The sacrifice looked at the silk thread, as if he felt that he could easily press the balance to his side, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he shook his right hand and placed it on the right pan of the balance.
The balance didn't move.
The face of the sacrifice turned white in an instant.
You can clearly see that he began to work hard to put his hand on the plate and press down hard, but even if the sacrifice was so hard that his face was red, the balance pointer did not turn at all, as if it was right. There was nothing on the disk like that.
Mifune frowned and glared: "A heavy object, no pain, waste!"
When he said that, he kicked over, and the sacrifice was kicked and hit twice, and hit the ground and fell to the ground. Mifune turned his head and looked at the servant without looking at all: "Serve him!" Where's the attendant? Ask him to check it out!"
The servant knelt and bowed his head: "Okay, Master Mifune."
Quickly this SacrificeThe servant was brought up. The servant was almost tortured until he became a little dull. He couldn't respond to the voice of the person, but he was held by the servant and put his hand on the balance. On the right plate .
When his hand was placed on the balance, the pointer of the balance swayed slightly and deflected two squares to the right.
Mifune's expression stretched instantly: "Yes, two squares, two-fifths of a silk thread is painful."
He looked at this sluggish and dirty face, and nodded in satisfaction: "From today on, you will be the Lord Sacrifice."
"You serve the sacrifice and become your servant."
He was kicked aside. The last bit of blood on his face faded when the sacrifice heard Mifune’s words. He rushed over and hugged Mifune’s thigh, crying in disintegration, and wanted to put his hand on again. Go up the balance: "Master Mifune, please let me try again, Master Mifune!"
Mifune turned a blind eye: "Take him to the cage and lock him up with his pet."
The servant lowered his head: "Yes."
Two servants dragged down the crying offering.
Not long after a servant came back, a servant knelt down and reported to Mifune: "Not long after we put him in the cage, he suddenly went crazy and cried and choked his kitten to death. , And then kowtow to beg us to test him again, Master Mifune, do you need to test him again?"
Mifune shook his head indifferently: "Make him suffer for a while."
"Next sacrifice."
The sacrifices were all startled by the cruelty, so they went up to test the sacrifices, their faces were paler than the first, and they were barely qualified. Then they came down for the rest of their lives. Many sacrifices were talking to themselves what to do, how to make themselves more painful and so on.
Dozens of sacrifices were detected, and none of the sacrifices was put on the balance when the balance deflected more than the square.
Mifune’s complexion became more and more unsightly, and his eyes became increasingly unkind when looking at the sacrifice: "There is not even a painful sacrifice that can be achieved. It seems that we are too good to you. "
The sacrifices trembled in fear, and none of them dared to look up at Mifune's face.
It wasn't until the insane sacrifice from the Beiyuan family went up that the situation turned around.
Then, under the guidance of his attendant, the sacrifice put his hand on the balance. For an instant, the pointers of the balance turned all the way around, hitting the last square on the right.
Mifune moved his eyes and looked at the sacrifice: "Whose sacrifice is this?"
The servant replied respectfully: "It's the Kitahara family."
Mifune's eyes darkened for a moment, he sneered, and said with a strange yin and yang: "The Beiyuan family has always had a hand in torture offerings."
"Put the silk thread again, I want to see, the Beiyuan family has produced a lot of painful sacrifices in the past six months."
The servant stepped forward and used tweezers to add another silk thread to the left pan of the balance.
The pointer of the balance shook a bit, and it shifted to the left by two squares, and it was still short of before it reached the center line. "
"It's heavier than two..." Mifune's face was so dark that water could drip out, "Plus!"
The servant added another one.
The pointer of the balance was shifted to the second grid from the right, and the servant looked up at the ship, with a look of surprise on his face: "My lord, this sacrifice has two and two-fifths of pain. It can be used in summer. The tribute is on offer."
Mifune gave a dark voice, and turned his head to look at the other sacrifices: "Where is the other sacrifice from the Kitahara family?"
The servant took off the two silk threads and looked at Bai Liu who was standing in the last row: "It seems to be that one."
Mifune raised his chin: "You come up."
Cang Tai swallowed nervously. He watched Bai Liu calmly get up before his body, curled his pale complexion, slender knuckles, and curled his fingers on the right side of the balance.
Only one silk thread was put on the balance, and the balance was spinning instantly, and the pointer hit the right after the last grid, but did not stop, directly hit the bottom of the dial , making a tight sound.
Just now, my face was flushed with many sacrifices, I went out to take a milk, pressed it hard, and pressed the balance without moving. At this moment, Bai Liu just put his hand up lightly, as if he couldn't bear it. Generally, the balance wire and the horizontal frame are swaying.
Mifune suddenly turned his head to look at Bai Liu with an ordinary look, and ordered in a deep voice: "Add the line."
The servant responded quickly, and then carefully added a thread to the left plate of the balance one by one.
One, two... Ten.
Added to the eleventh, when the balance pointer was still hitting the bottom right , the expression of every person in the room changed.
The sacrifices looked blankly at the white willow sitting at the right end of the balance, and they were still adding the thread. The servant's hands began to tremble, and Mifune stared at this sternly, it seemed that there was no special sacrifice, Sota. I stared at the slack and startled at the silk threads gradually piled up in the left plate.
"Seventeen." The servant looked at Bailiu incredulously, and then at Mifune again, "...Master Mifune, bring it here. The silk thread is used up."
Mifune didn't move his eyes away and put it on Bai Liu. He waved his hand: "Go to the Mifune's warehouse to get it."
His eyes were gloomy: "There are still more, so bring them all."
The servant bowed his head and knelt: "Yes!"
Ten minutes later, the servants ran in small steps. The servants respectively carried a dozen boxes, which looked very heavy, and entered the room. Then they placed the boxes in order and lined up.
These seem to be heavy and there are only a few silk threads in the wooden box.
Mifune waved his hand: "Add it together."
The servants put the silk threads in the boxes in batches, but the people slapped the left hand of the balance and instantly piled up high mountain-like silk threads.
When it was added to the last box last , the balance was pressed to the point of bending and the horizontal frame seemed to be overwhelmed, and it was pressed out with a creaking sound. Mifune finally raised his hand and called to stop.
The servant shook his hands and pulled out a well-folded white towel from his neckline and wiped the sweat on his forehead. They were in a daze from the balance, still hitting the pointer on the right bottom, and slowly moved to a calm expression. Nothing could be seen on Bai Liu's face, and his eyes slowly revealed a kind of uncontrollable fear.
These are almost all the threads they have removed from the body of the evil god.
When a person has the same level of suffering as God has endured, and he hasn’t gone crazy yet...
This person must, must do something terrible!
A kind of morbid excitement appeared on Mifune’s face. He stepped forward and lifted Bailiu’s face with a fan, looking at him carefully as if looking at a priceless antique treasure. As he looked up, he asked in a hoarse voice: "...what's your name."
Bai Liu looked at Mifune without waves, "Kitahara Bailiu."
When Mifune heard this surname, he sneered for a moment: "Kitahara is not a good surname."
He leaned down and stared at Bai Liu. There was a certain kind of greed and desire in his eyes:
"You are so painful as a sacrifice, I think you are more suitable to be called Mifune."
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