The Jin Tanzi was instantly dumbfounded. "No, no… Your Highness, please let someone else go first! Let me think about it… let me think about it…"

An Wang said coldly, "Choose, or die. You have ten breaths to consider."

In the ancient arts, there was no concept of seconds. One breath was the smallest unit. That is, the time it takes a person to breathe once, which is about three or four seconds.

An Wang only gave him half a minute to consider.

The Jin Tanzi's face changed from red to white, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, almost kneeling down.

The Jin Tanzi first looked at Zhu Xiaoyu, who shook her head slightly. "Once you enter the secret realm, life and death are determined by fate. This is an unwritten rule."

I later learned that Wu Xing indeed had such a rule.

Wu Xing's main task was to delve into various secret realms and collect secret treasures.

Their goal was always very clear: only secret treasures.

As for the demons and monsters in the secret realm, they were not their targets to be killed. If they met on a narrow road, they would fight if they could, and run if they couldn't. Even if their own father and son died at the hands of the secret realm demons, they were not allowed to go back to take revenge.

Wu Xing's rules sounded inhumane, but they actually had their own reasons.

This rule, first, came from the tradition of tomb robbers: going down to tombs to steal treasures meant accepting the risks. In short, if you steal someone else's things and get beaten to death, it's your own fault.

There is hatred, but no reason.

Second, because wanting to go back for revenge might cost an even greater price, Wu Xing was unwilling to bear such a loss, unless there was something in that secret realm that they absolutely had to get.

This is why several people from Wu Xing died on the Black Stone Road, but Zhu Xiaoyu and her subordinates didn't react at all.

The Jin Tanzi looked at Ye Yang again, "Ancestor, you can't leave me alone!"

Ye Yang didn't even lift his eyelids, turning a deaf ear to the Jin Tanzi's plea.

Ye Yang didn't speak, not because the Jin Tanzi wasn't a member of the Two Realms Hall, but because Ye Yang looked down on the Jin Tanzi.

Who isn't afraid of being trapped by ghosts and gods when entering a secret realm? Who doesn't want to survive?

Being afraid is not a problem; no one will laugh at you for being timid, because they are also afraid.

However, the Jin Tanzi's words made Ye Yang very disdainful.

At that time, even if the Jin Tanzi said he wanted to sacrifice the Two Realms Hall, Ye Yang would have thought more highly of him!

After all, our Two Realms Hall and Wu Xing are only temporarily cooperating, and we may turn against each other at any time, so sacrificing us would be reasonable.

However, the Jin Tanzi was afraid that his words would provoke the Two Realms Hall's killing intent, and end up like Gui Kui, so he said he wanted to sacrifice his teammates.

Ye Yang couldn't even bring himself to think highly of him.

Just as the Jin Tanzi was about to plead with Ye Yang again, An Wang said sternly, "Have you made up your mind?"

"I… I sacrifice!" The Jin Tanzi's last words seemed to drain all his strength, and he fell to his knees.

An Wang smiled, "Very good! Since you are the first to answer, this king will give you three chances. The first two times, it doesn't matter if you sacrifice the wrong person. You can still live."

"The third time, if you're still wrong, then wait to die!"

"Now, walk up the altar. Each time you step up a level, you can silently think about the person you want to sacrifice. Say who it is when you reach the step. Go!"

The Jin Tanzi couldn't even stand up. An Wang had to have the guide drag him up the steps.

After the Jin Tanzi was dragged to the first level of the altar, he seemed to muster all his strength and said, "My wife!"

Soon, a light screen like a projection appeared on the altar. The woman in the picture was crossing the road when she was hit by a truck and sent flying. She was motionless when she landed.

The Jin Tanzi didn't dare to look at the woman's unblinking face, and covered his face, wailing loudly.

The demon god on the throne shook his head slightly and said, "Sacrificed incorrectly, try again!"

After the guide dragged the Jin Tanzi to the second level of the altar, he hoarsely shouted, "My wife, the wife I keep outside."

The picture on the light screen changed. A beautiful young woman sitting in a Western restaurant suddenly picked up a fork and stabbed it into her throat. She fell on the table, and blood flowed out from the broken plates.

The demon god shook his head again, "Still wrong, try again. You only have one last chance."

After the Jin Tanzi was dragged to the last level of the altar, he trembled all over and lay on the ground, sobbing, "My son, my son… Wuwuwu…"

The demon god said softly, "Raise your head and look!"

When the Jin Tanzi raised his head, he saw a corpse that had fallen from a building in the light screen. The child still had a strange sneer on his face when he died.

It seemed that he had seen the most ridiculous thing in the world before he died.

The demon god put his hand on the Jin Tanzi's head, "You still sacrificed incorrectly. You can die now."

"I didn't!" The Jin Tanzi screamed heart-wrenchingly, "My son is really the most important person to me! Really!"

The demon god ignored his wailing and threw him into the blood pool.

When the Jin Tanzi struggled up from the blood, several evil spirits simultaneously drilled out of the blood pool, grabbed his arms, pressed down on his head, and forced him into the blood pool.

The demon god said indifferently, "Who's next?"