Lu Qiyou drew out his words, "This person is the dancer, Hong Xiaomei!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman in a blue tube top and skirt turned deathly pale, her legs giving way as she collapsed to the ground.
The others, however, let out a collective sigh of relief.
Although the chosen person was tragic, as long as it wasn't them, they were fine.
She looked at Lu Qiyou with despair, making no attempt to resist, for she knew resistance was futile. She merely pleaded with him in a mournful voice, "Why me?"
Lu Qiyou replied matter-of-factly, "You can't cook, you only dance... but your dancing today was poor; it couldn't bring joy to everyone."
"That's because I helped the men build houses during the day and injured my toes!" Hong Xiaomei cried out to Lu Qiyou.
Lu Qiyou shook his head, "No one asked you to help during the day, and the small favor you did couldn't make up for your poor dancing today. You are undoubtedly the one who contributed the least today." Sudian Novel Network
Hong Xiaomei cast a pleading look at the others by the campfire, but not a single one was willing to stand up for her.
Finally, she was helplessly seized by two burly men, her mouth gagged with white cloth to prevent her from biting her tongue to death. Then, a small cut was made behind her ear, and she was hung upside down from a large rack.
Beneath the rack was the rough, blood-colored statue, and blood dripped drop by drop onto it.
Wen Wen didn't rush to save her; instead, he stroked his chin as he observed the idol.
Hong Xiaomei's wound was shallow. At that rate, she would die of blood loss by morning. This was undoubtedly torture for her, but Wen Wen waiting a little longer to save her would have no impact on her health.
As the blood landed on the statue, the statue began to change, albeit very slowly.
"It seems that once it absorbs enough human blood, this thing will transform into a true idol."
"However, this method should have strict limitations. Otherwise, with the ferocity of these monsters, they would never have the patience to kill only one person a day."
"To use living people to sacrifice to this statue, it seems there needs to be a justifiable reason, and the approval of others, to achieve the effect of transforming the idol."
Another man who had entered the Ganche Temple's refuge camp that day stood up in terror, intending to escape.
He didn't want to be openly executed by these people one day.
But after only a few steps, he was shoved back by two men holding pitchforks.
Lu Qiyou looked at the man and said coldly, "Everything in the refuge camp is not free. If you wish to leave, please repay what you have enjoyed today."
The man looked somewhat helpless. In such times, survival was already difficult, so what could he possibly offer Lu Qiyou as repayment?
"If you cannot repay, you cannot leave today, and tomorrow's selection will be you."
The man was so terrified his legs trembled, and he immediately knelt on the ground, begging Lu Qiyou for mercy.
"I... I won't go. I want to stay here and contribute to the refuge camp..."
Lu Qiyou nodded with satisfaction, "Then I shall spare you this once. I look forward to your future contributions."
The other residents of the refuge camp were accustomed to this scene. Once people entered the refuge camp and enjoyed its provisions, there was no thought of leaving.
Initially, they were very resistant, but their martial strength was like that of ants compared to the three divine envoys.
However, they gradually realized that while this life carried the risk of execution at any moment, it was infinitely safer than the constant fear of the outside world.
Moreover, only one person was executed each day, but more than one person entered the refuge camp for shelter daily. As the numbers grew, the chance of their turn coming around decreased.
Therefore, they were willing to accept the rules of the refuge camp because it allowed them to live longer.
Perhaps only when it was their turn would they regret it.
Watching the submissive demeanor of these refuge camp residents, Lu Qiyou's lips couldn't stop curving upwards, reaching a height just below his eye corners.
This smile made him appear incredibly terrifying, no longer human. But he didn't care; after all, no one in the refuge camp would leave because of his smile.
Those numb faces filled him with excitement from the depths of his soul.
Originally, he liked to restore people's sanity, but now he enjoyed turning them into madmen.
Playing with human emotions, excavating the dark side of human nature, and transforming hopeful humans into numb, ignorant puppets was his greatest pastime.
Furthermore, with every person he completely changed, his power would increase slightly, making it a game he would never tire of.
While Lu Qiyou was lost in his own indulgence, Wen Wen poked Su Nuo with his finger.
"Do you think this is fair? She simply wanted to contribute more and ended up facing death."
Su Nuo smiled wryly and shook his head, "What if it's not fair? To survive here, these are the rules that must be followed. As long as it's not my turn, I'm okay."
"What if it's your turn?"
"If it's my turn..." Su Nuo swallowed, his hand touching the short knife at his waist.
Wen Wen said disdainfully, "See? When it's your turn, you're not willing anymore."
Su Nuo pushed Wen Wen and said in a low, angry voice, "Don't stand on a moral high ground and criticize me. If you're not satisfied, then you step out!"
"The divine envoys here are even more powerful than the monsters outside..."
"Alright."
Before Su Nuo could finish speaking, Wen Wen had already stood up and was walking slowly towards the rack, drawing gasps from the surrounding crowd.
Su Nuo reached out, wanting to grab Wen Wen, but ultimately retracted his hand, not wanting to get involved.
Lu Qiyou heard the strange commotion, and his smile froze. He turned his head to look in Su Nuo's direction. Before he could see Wen Wen, his gaze landed on two rabbit demons.
The two girls, one was giving him the middle finger, her eyes filled with contempt and pity, even a hint of provocation.
The other was dazed, rubbing her belly and burping, holding a carrot to her mouth, hesitating whether or not to pop it in.
"They are new, but they are not scared at all. And what's with that look? Is she looking down on me?"
"No, the previous exclamations weren't because of them."
Lu Qiyou immediately turned his head and saw the man in the black leather long coat slowly walk to the side of the rack and then, with lightning speed, deliver two kicks.
Each kick landed precisely on the crotch of the guards holding the rack, causing them to writhe in pain, clutching their lower bodies.
Then, the man began to examine the rack's structure, seemingly pondering how to untie the ropes most smoothly and efficiently.
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