My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 61 Refining Human Oil

"Hurry, lead the way, and start preparing for the ceremony as soon as we get there!"

As he said this, Carl trembled and moved his hands away from his waist.

But soon, sensing the crazy flow of blood, his face turned pale and he pressed it back.

Damn, this is definitely not a second-level blade slash... Thinking of the scene not long ago, he felt a little scared.

If he hadn't found those unlucky guys to block the knife, I'm afraid his fate would be exactly the same as the old chief's!
At this moment, the man in the animal skin skirt poked Carl and asked:

"My lord, where is our chief?"

Carl glanced at the other person and saw that his face was full of doubt. He slightly flexed his muscles and revealed a sad expression.

"Not long ago, he fought with thugs to protect the normal progress of the sacrifice. His life or death is unknown."

Seeing that the expressions of the natives around him became dull, and some even started to cry softly, he sneered in his heart.

It would be enough to fool these savages. If he didn't need their assistance in the sacrificial ceremony, he wouldn't bother to say anything more to them.

The leading aboriginal quickly came out of his grief, his expression became a little solemn, and he began to chant a strange language.

Except for the other indigenous people, everyone present looked confused.

This language, which is unique to the heritage of the Stone Islands, is known only to them.

As his voice echoed in the mist, some dormant ancient power seemed to be awakened.

The fog rolled in, trying to engulf them, but was dispersed by a burst of light.

A lantern made of a human skull swayed in the leader's hand, looking particularly eerie in the thick fog.

"Sir, please follow me." The indigenous leader said in a low voice.

Carl nodded without changing his expression.

"But, sir, your injury...?"

Hearing this, Karl's face became a little gloomy:

"Don't worry, you can't cure it. Complete the ritual and the problem will resolve itself."

At this moment, the cup symbol in his body was engaged in a brutal tug-of-war with the blade symbol that was killing him.

Every moment, countless flesh and blood are torn into pieces and reassembled.

The two maintained a fragile balance, and the balance of victory was gradually tilting towards Blade!
Sensing his impending fate, a hint of fear couldn't help but appear on his face.

Now, only the ritual can save him!

Although everyone was going deeper and deeper, the thick fog began to thin.

Soon, the group arrived at an open area.

The Aboriginal leader who led the way stopped and used the skull lantern in his hand to illuminate the way ahead.

In front of them stood several huge stone pots, surrounded by a circle of simple seats made of stones.

These seats were obviously prepared for those who participated in the sacrifice, but at this moment they were empty, and only the sound of the wind whispered in the ruins.

There were some broken altars and charred wooden stakes scattered around, and there were black oil stains on the ground, which seemed to be traces left by the last sacrificial ceremony.

The native who led the way confirmed it again, turned around and said respectfully:

"This is the site of the last Divine Grace Festival."

Carl nodded and said weakly:

"Hurry...start."

As soon as he finished speaking, blood spurted out from his waist and abdomen, scaring the guards around him.

The natives nodded and shouted:

"Start the pot!"

The group worked together to throw the firewood they had prepared in advance under the cauldron and lit a fire. The flames burned brightly, bringing warmth to the place, but when they fell on the people bound by iron chains, they only felt cold.

A noble lady whose makeup was already smudged saw this scene and smiled nervously:
"So I'm going to be eaten...haha..."

Madame Bovary huddled in the corner, silent, just looking around secretly.

She remembered that the kind-hearted man who gave her money to buy food seemed to have never appeared, and she didn't even see him when the cruise ship was first massacred.

Where did he go?
She pursed her lips and suddenly heard a vicious curse in her ear:
"Ball of Fat, it's all your fault, you bitch! Your mother died giving birth to you, and your father died of a serious illness while raising you. Now you're using your dead parents to get a ticket on the boat, and you're going to kill us too!"

She was slightly startled, and turned her head to see the lady with her makeup smudged crying and cursing.

Boule de Suif lowered her head and clasped her bound hands together:
"I thought you were so noble, but it turns out you're also afraid of death."

The lady never expected that Boule de Suif would dare to retort. She was stunned for a moment and cursed even more fiercely.

At this time, one of the natives became impatient, walked up to the lady, and slapped her in the face:

"Stop making so much noise! ​​I'll be the first one to send you up!"

After slapping him, he looked at the foundation on his hand with some disgust and wiped it off on his animal skin skirt.

When the native passed by, Boule de Suif suddenly asked:
"Sir, are we going to be cooked and eaten?"

The natives turned their heads in surprise:
"No, we don't eat human flesh."

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the native continued:
"We just like to use human oil, and we are refining it right now."

……

the other side.

As soon as Jules stepped into Stonehenge, he felt a blanket of fog coming over him, as if it was going to drown him.

However, as the Heart of the Wave beat, the discomfort caused by the fog quickly disappeared.

"strangeness……"

Feeling everything around him, Yule couldn't help but frown.

He always had a strange feeling that something was calling him here, but when he looked carefully, it seemed like there was nothing there.

After several unsuccessful attempts, he took out the compass and checked - as expected, the compass also malfunctioned in here.

The pointer spun around so erratically that it even gave Jules the illusion that it was trying to spin upright.

Carl's bloodstains also disappeared from sight and could no longer be sensed.

"Then we can only rely on the map..."

After unfolding the map, Jules noticed that the parchment scroll in his hand began to exude a sense of antiquity.

It seemed as if in just a moment, it had gone through thousands of years of history.

After smelling the unique "smell" of secret history, Jules' spirit gradually became excited.

He could feel that he could now truly let go and do whatever he wanted.

The laws unique to secret history are extremely abundant here!

"Secret history... Could it be that this Stonehenge actually seals a certain period of forgotten history?" He couldn't help but speculate.

Without this, the secret history will not be able to unfold its power.

However, at this moment, Jules finally confirmed one thing, that at least the secret history does not have to be promoted in the fragments of the sixth history, it can also be promoted in this place.

"Then let's go to the place closest to me first..."

His finger slid slowly across the map.

Finally, it landed on the mark point closest to it.

The symbol above looks like a blood-colored cup.

(End of this chapter)