I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 138 You go down, just in time to find a pair

In front of Su Fan, the store manager and the police were trembling and could hardly speak.

The two of them were assigned to take Su Fan to the orchard as a sacrifice.

But he didn't expect to see the terrifying and ferocious priestess as soon as he entered the door.

When the dark and cold claws grabbed their necks, the two men lost control of their weapons and dropped them to the ground.

They were taken to the living room in a daze, and when they saw Su Fan, they were shocked.

The scary ghost behind the scenes actually obeys the orders of this Asian youth!

Seeing that Su Fan on the opposite side looked unhappy, the policeman quickly opened his mouth to answer the question.

"We don't know about this. The main steps of the sacrifice are all under the charge of the curator. We are just cooperating..."

Hearing this, Su Fan immediately understood.

There were some powerful people in this small town who secretly launched a sacrificial ceremony.

He used his position and status to effectively conceal all information from the general public.

They deceived other people passing through the town, probably because they were worried that the disappearance of people in the town would arouse suspicion.

"Since you have chosen me as the male sacrifice, who will be the female sacrifice?"

"The female...the female sacrifice is..."

The policeman began to hesitate when he said this, but the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his back!
The priestess's sharp claws easily pierced through his clothes and cut his skin. Warm blood flowed out of the wound and soaked his clothes.

"I said! I said!"

The fear of death approaching made the police shout in a different tone.

"The girl chosen as the sacrifice is the one who spoke to you at that time! She is the one who went to live with her uncle and aunt after her parents died!"

"That's right! That couple also participated in the sacrifice."

"Are you using the people of this town as sacrifices now?"

Su Fan frowned.

"No... The curator said that she revealed the whereabouts of the previous sacrifice to you, and she was an outsider, so no one would continue to track her down if she died..."

The image of the young girl he spoke to in the morning emerged in Su Fan's mind.

What a misfortune. After my parents passed away, the relatives I went to for help turned out to be believers of evil gods.

Judging from the fact that she cooperated with the investigation at that time, she had good intentions.

The real body of the God Wan Ne is in the orchard, but he is only active at night.

Since they were going to use it as a sacrifice, they would definitely tie it up in the orchard and wait for it to die before dark.

The sky remained dark after the rain, but judging by the clock it was already evening.

Now is the time to take action.

"Tie these two up for me, I can use them."

As soon as Su Fan finished speaking, a skinny hanged man appeared out of nowhere in the room, holding a hemp rope and walking towards the two of them.
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In the dim cellar, the curled-up figure on the ground moved twice and slowly opened his eyes.

She held the back of her aching head and looked around.

where is this?
Emily's eyes were filled with confusion.

She remembered that she was washing the car when her aunt called her into the house to help.

Then the memory stopped.

Apparently, someone knocked her unconscious from behind and brought her here.

Emily tried to get up, but found that her hands and feet were tied tightly.

A terrible guess emerged in her mind, but she was not sure.

Just at this moment, the entrance to the cellar diagonally above opened and the light of a flashlight shone in.

After her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, the figure that appeared above her was beyond Emily's belief.

"Uncle Harry! Aunt Stacy?!"

"you!"

In addition to the two people above, there are many familiar people who often meet each other in daily life.

The librarian held a shotgun and pointed it at Emily.

Perhaps it was to let her die with understanding, or perhaps it was because of the slight guilt in his heart for sacrificing his niece.

On the way to the orchard, old man Harry told her the truth about the good harvest on the town farm, as well as the Goddess of Ivana and the sacrifices.

"Child, it is your destiny to be a sacrifice..."

"No, Uncle Harry, I don't want to...please..."

Knowing that she was about to be killed and become the nourishment of the land, Emily pleaded with tears in her eyes.

But everyone looked indifferent and unmoved.

"Kid, we don't want to do this, but this is all for this town."

Old woman Stacey shed crocodile tears and gently stroked Emily's cheek.

"You have lived in this town for more than a year. You have received the grace of the Goddess Wan Ne. Now it is time for you to repay her."

"Everything for God..."

After hearing this, Emily felt disheartened.

The people in front of her were determined to use her as a living sacrifice, and no matter how much she begged, it would be of no use.

Several people took Emily to the orchard and tied her tightly to one of the trees.

"Haven't the police brought the person here yet?"

Seeing that the sky was about to turn completely dark, the library director looked unhappy.

As the sun sets, the originally green orchard becomes dark and gloomy.

White mist filled the air, and under the dim light, the shadows of the tree branches twisted and danced like hideous evil spirits.

The atmosphere changed and everyone felt uncomfortable.

"Don't even know how to move faster, this is the last day!"

"One of them was armed with a gun, and the other with a knife, and they took so long to deal with an unarmed young boy. They are such rubbish!"

The library director couldn't help but glance at the scarecrow not far away. The scarecrow, which looked no different from a real person, was still sitting quietly on the shelf.

But everyone present knew that as time passed, it would come down from above and take the lives of those present.

The increasingly anxious librarian took out his cell phone from his pocket and started dialing the police.

The others also stared at him intently, hoping that the phone would bring them the news they wanted.

In the quiet orchard, there were only bursts of reminder sounds.

Just as the curator was about to hang up the phone with an annoyed look on his face, an incoming call rang from not far away.

This is the ringtone of the police cell phone.

Everyone in the town felt relieved and started looking for the police, eventually finding their way behind a big tree.

"Put aside your silly tricks! What time is it now?"

Old man Harry shouted loudly at the big tree.

After a moment, a figure walked out from behind the tree.

Seeing the newcomer, everyone in the town's face changed.

"why you?!"

The person who came was not the small town policeman they were familiar with, but Su Fan.

Shouldn't he have been knocked out and brought here by the two policemen?

How did you get here?!
The curator suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Where did they both go?!"

He was answered by two muffled sounds.

Two huge sacks were thrown to the ground in front of them.

After it fell into the sack, it kept flapping its wings, and it was obvious that there was a living thing inside.

Seeing this, how could the people in the town still not guess where the other two were? !
The curator reacted the fastest and aimed his gun at Su Fan.

He didn't know how the other party defeated the store manager and the police, but at this distance and with a gun in hand, he had the advantage!

Although Su Fan was pointed at by a gun, he did not show any fear on his face.

He took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the curator!
The latter subconsciously pulled the trigger, but a huge force lifted the muzzle of his gun.

The bullet, which was originally shot horizontally, flew towards the sky.

Before the curator could fire the second shot, he felt a sharp pain in his head and passed out.

The other old men and women were so frightened when they saw the middle-aged curator with a gun being killed.

But before they could run away or scream, Su Fan slapped them both in the face and knocked them unconscious.

In just ten seconds, everyone fell to the ground in a mess.

Not far away, Emily, who was tied up and waiting to die, had a dazed look on her face, unable to believe what she was seeing.

It was not until Su Fan came and untied her that she realized she was not dreaming.

"Thank you for saving my life."

She stood up, not caring that her limbs had been tied up for a long time and had poor blood circulation, and thanked Su Fan.

"Walk."

Su Fan said simply.

Emily nodded, took one last look at the people on the ground, then followed Su Fan's advice and turned away.

After sending the girl away, Su Fan turned his attention to the townspeople on the ground.

While they were explaining to Emily, Su Fan had already been waiting here for a long time.

Naturally, I also heard about that ridiculous theory of sacrifice and dedication.

It is obvious that he is using other people's lives to exchange for his own interests, but he says it so righteously.

If you have such a spirit of dedication, why not sacrifice yourself for the benefit of others?

Anyway, they are all old men and women with their necks buried in the dirt, right?
Su Fan had nothing to say about this kind of person.

Let the astrologer ghost appear, summon the Tarot vision, tie them up one by one, and arrange them neatly in pairs.

After taking a quick glance, Su Fan frowned.

This number doesn't seem right.

It doesn't add up.

He turned his head and looked the astrologer ghost up and down.

"Why don't you lie down too and form a pair with the remaining one."

The astrologer ghost was silent for a while, then waved her hand and summoned the priestess.
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The air is thick with mist and the shadows of the trees are dancing.

As dark clouds obscured the moon, a heavy, creepy breathing sound came from the silent orchard.

On the shelf, the lifeless scarecrow suddenly moved.

It slowly twisted its head, stretched its limbs, and landed on the rain-soaked, leaf-covered ground from above without making any sound.

On the face wrapped in tattered sackcloth, a pair of red eyes were like lanterns, emitting a captivating light in the darkness.

On the last night of the seven-day sacrifice, it comes to collect the sacrifices offered by everyone.

This is a necessary sacrifice in order to make the land fertile and produce good harvests year after year.

If you don't obey, all the plants in this town will die.

This is him, the wrath of the God Wan Ne.

The eyes, emitting red light, fell on the ground in front.

The sack covers things that have the breath of blood and life.

Presumably that is the offering it is about to enjoy, young and energetic men and women.

The scarecrow walked forward step by step, raised the sharp sickle on his right arm, and opened the sack.

Below are two white-haired old men.

(End of this chapter)