No one can be without mistakes if one is not a sage.

This famous saying seems to hinder some human beings’ beautiful vision to move forward in the future. These reformists can no longer fully entrust moral quality to education, and education is also unequal.

If human intervention can make people become kind to the greatest extent, from the degree of nerves and genes, eliminate the causes of crime and mutual harm in this world, so that this terrible world, a world that is about to face huge tests, can be reborn beautifully.

For this, they can and must sacrifice some of the people, who are the cornerstone of technological research and are pioneers who have taken steps ahead of all mankind.

No one has implemented those extreme and almost perverted experiments on such a large scale except for the anti-human invaders and colonists in the past.

What is the difference between An Wujiu and those who were injected with bacteria and viruses during the war, frozen limbs, poured with boiling water, dissected alive or forced to undergo limb exchange surgery.

From ten to twenty years old, half of his life was spent in pain and surveillance that could not see the end. Under their experiments of spiritual purification, his brain was also destroyed, and the evil in human nature curled up in repeated punishments.

Depression, depression, depression.

He can't have any bad thoughts.

This is the new human they desire. As long as he can survive and attract world attention, this technology can be promoted.

They don’t need to create a new utopia. As long as the evil in the world is eliminated, the utopia will return to this planet.

In the heavy snow, Shen Ti hugged An Wujiu. He wanted to hide him in his cloak so that An Wujiu could isolate all painful things.

He didn't want An Wujiu to remember any past experiences again, even though he knew it could not be stopped.

"If you don't like this name, I won't call you Wujiu in the future."

An Wujiu's forehead rested on Shen Ti's shoulder and laughed softly, "I'm used to it, so I won't feel uncomfortable even if I call it like that."

Shen Ti seemed to have ignored his words and chose the nickname on his own, "Dear...baby..."

"Stop." An Wujiu raised his head and looked at Shen Ti with an expression that he could not do anything to him. "These are not good, I can't stand it."

Shen Ti laughed out loud, his red earrings swaying, making a crisp sound that matches the snow.

"Would that be An An?" He grabbed An Wujiu's hand and shook it.

An Wujiu was stunned for a moment.

"An An." Shen Ti called him again, "Your father and mother should call you that too."

An Wujiu felt a strange feeling in his heart. He glanced at him, neither saying good nor saying bad, but just changed the subject, "They have all gone so far, let's go quickly."

"Then I will just treat you as your default." Shen Ti walked lazily behind, holding his hand.

The cold wind shaved like a knife on his face, An Wujiu walked towards the grand crowd, trying to empty himself.

After he remembered those things, a crazy thought broke out from his heart, and undercurrents surged. He wanted to resist, to kill those who used him as a tool, and to kill the initiator who pushed his destiny into the abyss.

But An Wujiu knew very well that he couldn't do it.

These dark sides are all rebounds after suppression. He knew that the altar wanted him to be crazy and wanted the extreme emotions under his killing as nourishment.

Thinking of this, An Wujiu calmed down.

He cannot be used forever.

Wu You saw that the people in front were still distributing the bark paper. This thing should be very precious no matter how you look at it, so he asked the person who distributed it.

“Who wrote these?”

The distributor was quite respectful, but his tone was very stern, "Mr. Priest, although you are noble, you are equal to all the people of the city before God's will. This was written by the high priest who asked the oldest elder in the city to spread God's teachings to the hearts of every people."

Wu You felt that it was not right. If it was just ordinary game props, there was no reason for some special gaps, as if reminding them that there were clues to the vacancy here.

He was about to ask a new question when he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind, which was to catch up with their An Wujiu.

"So where does this elder live now?"

The man pointed to the city, "The house with red roofs and red walls on the west side is his residence."

An Wujiu thanked him and watched the man go away. Some people in the distance were pushing huge wine barrels with wooden carts. All the people passing by were holding stone cups. The light brown wine poured down under the snow and flowed into the cup.

"This wine looks very hard to drink." Wu You commented from afar.

Shen Ti asked without hesitation: "Have you ever drunk a little brat?"

Wu You didn't turn around and gave him an international friendly gesture to him behind him.

Nanshan observed the expressions of those people after drinking the wine. Everyone seemed to be happy and fulfilled, with red light on their faces.

But he always felt very strange, and turned his head and found An Wujiu frowned.

"You think there is something wrong, too?"

An Wujiu nodded, "From the first day, the city residents reminded us about the festival. Today is the third day, and it is also the day of the festival. They told us so early in advance that I thought there would be tasks that we needed to complete, such as collecting and holding festivals, but so far, we have only acted as bystanders involved."

Shen Ti interrupted, "Asia's husband mentioned that the leader would bring back food. He did bring back today, but it doesn't seem to be a lot, and it's not a big deal here. It's not possible to say that there is no problem. It seems that the altar is an immersive question for us to debut, it depends on whether we can understand it."

This was what An Wujiu thought. When he talked about Yasia, he happened to see Yasia. Her face was surrounded by an off-white turban and she stood in front of her husband to drink. At the same time, she turned around and saw An Wujiu and Shen Ti.

As expected, Yasia came to see them enthusiastically, holding a wine glass in her hand, and invited them to drink together, but An Wujiu declined.

"Sir, how about the Obsidian Knife last time?" she asked respectfully, "Are you still complimented?"

Thinking of that knife, An Wujiu saw the bloody scene of the sacrificial sacrifice at dusk.

"It's a good match." Shen Ti replied, staring at Yasia's face, "It's just that I haven't presided over the sacrifice for a long time, and I'm not used to it. It's really hard to open the human chest."

He said creepy words in a relaxed tone, but Yasia didn't find it terrible, but instead felt that Shen Ti was modest, "How could it be? The priest is the most skilled in the human body. You have sacrificed so many hearts, which is so humble."

Wu You felt a little nauseous, "Why is the heart?"

Yasia opened his eyes wide in surprise at first, looked at him, but still answered respectfully, treating this question as a test, "Because the heart of each of us is given by God, the dwelling of the soul, and the clone of the sunlight and heat. Without God, there would be no beating hearts for us. It was God who gave us life. Being able to offer our hearts to God as a sacrifice is the supreme honor!"

These are obviously all the cognitions brought to her by religion, but just looking at her expression and slightly lowered her head, you can tell that Yasia is as pious as all other urban residents.

"You're right." Chen Ti nodded with a smile. Yasia then raised her head and showed a calm expression.

After drinking, the city residents became more and more excited, and they danced strange dances around stone statues of all sizes.

An Wujiu saw Noah and Zhou Yijue walking in front of him also being pulled to the bonfire and stone statue by enthusiastic city residents. He wanted to go forward to stop him, but a group of other city residents also ran towards them and tried to take them to a carnival.

They wanted to refuse, but unexpectedly, two strong young men lifted Wu You up directly.

"Let me go!"

Nan Shan almost took action directly and was stopped by Chen Di, "They won't be like this, just follow him."

Sure enough, they put down Wu You before the bonfire and pulled him to dance together.

"Sorry," Nanshan whispered, "I'm too impulsive."

"What's this?" Chen Ti pretended to dance with them, paying attention to An Wujiu, and said to Nanshan, "If An Wujiu had just moved, they might not be able to dance here now."

Nan Shan looked at Chen Ti's silhouette and suddenly remembered that he was also a terrible person, but he was just as unreliable as him.

The leader stood up the steps in front of the temple. He looked at the Yangyang city people below the stage, raised the stone axe in his hand, and shouted some ancient language.

Due to the altar, these players can directly understand it.

"Rise your wine glasses!"

The people below echoed the leader's shout and raised their wine glasses high.

"The Crown of Flowers is over, all the dead warriors are supremely glorious, and their souls are with the Sun God!"

The city residents drank the wine in their glasses and shouted in unison, "The soul is with the sun god!"

The leader raised his head and looked at the sky, "Sun God, please give us light and heat, dispel the disaster of blood and moon, let the ice and snow melt, and the earth rejuvenate. We will offer the spoils of the crown of flowers and ourselves!"

An Wujiu stood quietly below and listened.

Crown of flowers?

It sounds beautiful, but it seems to refer to some kind of war.

"God of Rain, please stop punishing," the leader sprinkled a glass of wine on the snow. "We will offer several times more sacrifices than last time at this festival. Please forgive the people of the water city and let the ice and snow stop falling!"

The leader prayed devoutly. An Wujiu felt that something was about to be revealed, but unexpectedly, some guards suddenly appeared behind him and grabbed the arms of the others.

"Princes, please go to the God Tower to pray for blessings and give the candidates for sacrifice tonight!"

So sudden?

As soon as the leader finished speaking, the guards took away all the remaining eight priests, rather than asking for help.

The so-called God Tower is the stone tower where the high priest is located. Dozens of guards took them here and closed the door.

The stone gate closed with a bang, and the eight people looked at each other.

"Why did we suddenly come here?" Megan was a little confused. "Can we discuss it here today?"

"Go upstairs first." Zhou Yijue made a suggestion and walked up first. Several other people followed him up. While climbing the spiral stairs, An Wujiu paid attention to the window. He originally wanted to see if the guards were still there, but he happened to see the house of the "elder" who distributed the tree bark paper, which was the red roof and red wall, not much distance from the tower.

They could also hear carnivals outside, singing and dancing, while everyone could only enter the circular room on the second floor, waiting for the appearance of the Holy Yin.

"Good noon, everyone."

The holy sound arrived as expected.

Corresponding numbers also appeared on the ground, from 1 to 12, surrounding them in circles.

"People please stand at the corresponding number and prepare to start the morning festival speech."
To be continued...