Ou Huang, she exploded in the survival game

Chapter 490 The Lost Land 32
Just walked out of the sacrificial hall,

Seven ghost-masked men in white clothes walked over, surrounded by a man in white clothes without a mask. The team leader hurriedly led the crowd to stop at the edge of the corridor, lowered their heads, and leaned their backs against the wall, waiting for the ghost-masked men to pass by.

The leading man in white glanced at the logistics in the corridor, his eyes fell on Bai Xi, and then moved away.

Sensing the sight of the man in white, Bai Xi suddenly became nervous, secretly feeling bad.

Wearing white clothes, and being surrounded by other white-clothed ghost-faced people, it shows that this person has a high position, and he is so special without a mask. He is likely to be the leader who scares everyone.

The leader of this kind of cult organization must be the strongest person, with good strength and brains, and it is difficult to deal with.

Bai Xi lowered her head, not daring to make any body movements, for fear of attracting attention and revealing her identity, but fortunately, her eyes only stayed on her for a moment, then moved away.

After a few people passed, Bai Xi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the team leader was also a little scared, so he led a group of people back to the back kitchen quickly.

And on the other side,
The white-clothed man told the white-clothed ghost-masked man next to him, "Check that short-haired black-clothed ghost, secretly."

"Yes."

The ghost-masked man in white nodded respectfully.

The guard at the door opened the door, and the man in white walked into the sacrificial hall.Hearing the movement from the gate, the five white-clothed priests who were dining subconsciously looked at the gate.

Seeing the man in white, the five of them panicked instantly, and hurriedly got up to say hello.

"My lord!"

The man glanced at them indifferently, and walked towards the vine ball in the center of the hall, and the five white-clothed ghost-masked men at the dining table hurried over, bowing and waiting for orders.

Looking at the vines that used to be like towering trees, but now shrank into a big ball, the man frowned and asked:
"Why is it so scared?"

One of the chubby ghost-masked men came forward and replied: "I haven't found the reason yet. We were offering sacrifices two days ago, and it suddenly rioted. Seven priests died on the spot, and it has been in this state ever since."

Another ghost-faced man went on to explain:
"A lot of sacrifices have been delivered in the past two days, but it didn't respond at all. It didn't even want blood sacrifices. We were helpless."

"My lord, is it because the lifespan has expired? The quality of the energy fruit in the past few decades has been getting worse and worse. Do you want to replace it with a new one?"

The eyes of the man in white were instantly icy cold, and his intimidating aura spread to the surroundings. The ghost-masked man behind him was as silent as a cicada, trembling with fright, bowing his head and not daring to make a sound.

Glancing behind him out of the corner of his eye, the man in white said coldly: "It took hundreds of years for our ancestors to cultivate it, and there are more than tens of millions of lives piled up under its roots. How many lives will it take to replace it with a new one? Fill? Don’t let me hear such words again.”

"Yes."

The suggested ghost-masked man nodded quickly, his voice trembling.

The man in white didn't pay attention to the small thoughts of his subordinates. He looked at the vine ball in front of him, pursed his lips, and asked, "How many Fallen Angels are there in the city?"

"Because the sacrifice was suddenly interrupted, a total of 136 people have died so far, and 49 are hiding outside. We have sent a team to deal with it, but the effect is not satisfactory. These fallen angels are really too cunning. Not only are they powerful, but they are also scheming. Armed squads are no match at all."

"What's more, the abnormality in the blank area has disappeared, and the figure of evolved creatures has begun to appear in that area."

The man in white guessed that the failure of the sacrifice might be related to the abnormality in the blank area, so he ordered: "Send someone to check in the blank area."

As he spoke, the man in white stretched out his right hand, and the ghost-masked man in white who followed him hurriedly put a coiled black whip in his hand.

He held the whip, let go of the whip, and shook it lightly, and the whip stretched out in an instant, with a faint light on it.

The man in white took a few steps forward, approached the vine ball, threw out the whip in his hand, and hit the root of the vine hard, leaving a deep whip mark. The ball of vines immediately struggled, and the ball became loose, sending out a low sound. A cry of frequency, a sound that humans cannot perceive.

Seeing that the vines reacted, the man in white continued to throw out the whip in his hand, and whipped all of them towards the softest roots.

Being whipped hard, the big ball directly threw a vine as thick as an arm, and also lashed at the man in white, but the man easily dodged it, and received a more violent slap instead.

Every time it was whipped, the whip would emit a faint light, and that light adhered to the wound, like the strongest acid, corroding the vine bit by bit.

The vine ball was struggling in pain, and the circle was scattered. It directly stretched out all the vines and attacked the man in white, wrapped him tightly and tightened slowly, but the man in white glowed with dazzling white light, and the vines were covered by it. This light corrodes, and quickly shrinks back.

The man whipped harder, leaving deep welts on the vines each time. The vines trembled and did not dare to resist, so they could only huddle tightly.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in white stopped and said coldly: "The sacrifice is going on as usual. This time the Fallen Angel is on a large scale, so no mistakes are allowed. I want them all to die here."

The twelve white-clothed ghosts behind the man were face-to-face, dripping with cold sweat, and only the leader of the meeting could heal the sacred tree.

The twelve priests hurriedly surrounded the vines and began to dance weirdly. The necklace on their chests was also suspended, and the vines also burst into green light, and at the same time issued a more intense low-frequency cry.

Bai Xi in the corridor sensed the spatial fluctuations in the distance, but she couldn't understand the meaning of the fluctuations. She just felt that something bad had happened, and she became more determined. She must go to the vine ball to check at night.

Back in the back kitchen, Bai Xi took a chance to leave the team and sneaked back.

The sacrificial hall is the most heavily guarded place in the entire base. There is a circular corridor around it. Every four or five meters, there will be heavily armed guards. It is difficult to enter the sacrificial hall quietly, but it is not in vain. Xi.

Since she couldn't go in directly, she made the next best thing and chose the empty room on the edge of the corridor.

The interiors of these rooms are very exquisite, and they should be the rooms of the ghost-faced men in white. They are priests, and they often stay near the vine balls, and their residences are not too far from the center of the sacrifice.

After choosing a room that was relatively close to the vine ball, Bai Xi sensed the situation on the opposite side, and opened a hidden space hole in the wall, so that the situation on the other side could be seen at a glance.

At this time, the dance of the priests was coming to an end, and Bai Xi only saw a few movements.

The moment the dance was completed, a ray of light shot from the necklaces on the breasts of the twelve priests towards the vines.

Immediately afterwards, the vines also erupted with a burst of intense light, rushing towards the sky.

(End of this chapter)