When everyone heard that noble people had to demonstrate the festival process in front of them, everyone was excited.

For most of the three years, they have lived on rituals.

Now that I have the opportunity to see the festival with my own eyes, I am naturally very excited. My dead relatives and lost hair are no longer so sad.

Gasim looked at the circle of corpses around him, and with a wave of his hand, all the corpses fell in front of him.

"Although these corpses were of the wrong age and did not experience extreme pain before they died, they were in large numbers to support a celebration."

He raised his hand and poked dozens of slender tree roots out from the ground. These roots were inserted into the corpse, and countless big mouths appeared on them, and began to devour the flesh and blood of the dead in crazily.

Soon all the corpses were swallowed up.

There was a clear sound of burping in the big tree in the center of the inner city, and then faint light spots scattered on the trees, which fell into the city.

Delicious food began to appear on the tables and chairs on the street.

Some statues and ribbons also appeared out of thin air.

Gasim saluted everyone in Songyang City, smiled and said, "The above is the entire process of the festival. If you have any questions, you can ask me questions."

The people in Songyang City were speechless. They were not fools. After demonstrating this, everyone understood what they were eating in the past three years.

I also understood the fate of the young people who were sent to the inner city by them.

Mrs. Xue asked tremblingly, "Did the food we have eaten in the past three years have been... those children?"

After she asked these words, tears flowed down her face. Countless people present hugged their heads and cried, and some went crazy.

They have always thought that they were supported by the gifts of noble people.

But today, Gasim revealed the cruel truth in front of them.

Gasim shook his head: "You are wrong."

His words raised another glimmer of hope among the citizens of Songyang.

They hope Gasim will give another answer, even if the answer is a lie to them, they can accept it.

Gasim smiled grimly: "What you ate those people is the golden sacred tree. What you eat is only the residue left after the sacred tree has been digested!"

As soon as they spoke, some people started to retching, but because they were too hungry, they couldn't spit out anything.

"Are you afraid of me? Do you hate me? Do you want to kill me? Hahaha."

His expression was extremely exaggerated, and it was no longer a human being.

After the citizens of Songyang were furious, Gasim suddenly opened his arms.

"If you want to kill me, I won't fight back even if I come here."

"But you have to think that the time of the festival is limited, and once I die, all the food will disappear immediately."

"How should you choose? I'm very curious."

Fatty giants stood on the walls of the inner city, watching this scene with a strange smile. This human struggle is their favorite opera.

Especially after fighting, they end up falling into darkness, which made them even more like it.

Someone couldn't help but rush towards Gasim on the spot.

Now they no longer care about their lives and just want to seek revenge on Gasim.

But these people were quickly held down by the people around them, and some even fell to the ground with bricks and their heads bleed.

Everyone slowly retreated and came to the long tables with food, and began to eat the food in front of them like crazy.

They hate Gasim, and they hate themselves.

But they could not refuse the delicacies at the festival. Every cell in their body told them to eat, otherwise they would starve to death.

"It's so good, it's so beautiful, it's really going towards this."

"Humans, you guys are really fun."

Gasim put away his arms and covered his stomach and laughed wildly, while the other nobles also agreed and laughed wildly.

On one side are the fat nobles in the luxurious inner city, laughing wildly.

On the other side are the citizens of Songyang who are crying and stuffing delicious food into their mouths.

The two sides with sharp contrast form a picture with a strong sense of impact.

Puff!

Gasim's laughter came to an abrupt end, and a blood-colored sword fell from the sky and pierced into his big mouth that was laughing wildly.

He Shan was wrapped in leaves and walked from the end of the streets and alleys, with a strict murderous intent in his eyes.

"They dare not, nor do they want to kill you."

"But I can!"

Gasim, whose mouth was inserted into his long sword, curled the corners of his mouth. He pulled the sword out of his mouth and threw it aside.

Then his wound twisted, and the wound caused by the long sword suddenly disappeared, as if he had never been injured before.

"You're finally here, an outsider."

"I'll give you a chance to be my dog!"

All the leaves suddenly turned into long swords, and He Shan sneered: "You are really kind, but I won't give you a chance."

Gasim smiled strangely: "Since you have to fight, then fight with my dog."

He loosened the chain in his hand, and the figure of a man rushed towards He Shan with all his legs.

The man was astonishingly fast. He suddenly penetrated the blockade of He Shan's long sword, knocking He Shan out directly, and smashed him into the building.

"So fast, is it a speedy one?"

He Shan flew out of the collapsed building without any damage. However, this level of attack could not break through the defense of the wings of the sky.

A man lay on the ground, looking at He Shan ferociously, his saliva flowed out.

He Shan frowned and stared at the man beneath him.

Although he was ragged, covered in blood and wounds, and his face was like an evil ghost, judging from He Shan's perception, this guy was a human, and he was also a fifth-level magician.

Compared with monsters of the same level, high-level magicians are generally better at strength.

Some of the best, such as Xiao Pujie, Le Qingyi and others, are also possible to fight beyond the level.

Therefore, the man in front of him should not be treated as an ordinary fifth-level enemy.

He Shan frowned: "You are very strong, but I don't want to fight you."

"And you don't have to work hard for monsters with your strength."

But the man below couldn't hear He Shan's words at all. He exerted force at the same time, and jumped up instantly like a big frog.

He Shan raised his long sword and slashed it out with one piece.

The huge sword energy directly smashed the man into the ground more than one meter deep.

"Even the basic reason is gone... As a fifth-level magician, it is really sad to have reached this point."

He Shan's eyes became sharp. Since he could not communicate with this guy, there was no need to communicate anymore.

Blocking He Shan's enemy is He Shan's enemy.
Chapter completed!