Myth resurrection, I became the villain boss

Chapter 274 One Hundred Stories ([-]) Sacrifice is over

Xianzi looked at her sister: "No."

She was interrupted by Die before she could finish her sentence: "Actually, I think it's very likely that I will be chosen. After all, people in the village don't like me very much."

She smiled bitterly, shook her head and looked at her sister.

Die has been introverted since she was a child, and she has few friends except her younger sister. She often talks to flowers and trees. Such scenes are strange in the eyes of other villages.

At that time, people were extremely repulsive to aliens.

So Die and Xianzi's family were almost isolated by the villagers, and only the neighbors who lived nearby would talk to their family.

"Don't be so pessimistic, Die." A male voice came from behind, and the neighbor's teenager was standing behind them.

The boy was about the same age as them, both twelve or thirteen years old, and they grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

The relationship between Die and the boy has always been good, and at this age, some ambiguous feelings of adolescence even sprouted.

She saw someone coming: "A Yan, don't comfort me, I know they don't like me all the time."

The relationship between the two families is very good. Die's parents have always planned to marry her to A Yan. Seeing the figure of the young man at this time, Die, who is just in love, is a little shy.

Ah Yan saw Die blushing, and he couldn't help but feel hot.

Seeing the shy expressions of the two of them, Xianzi said, "Okay, don't think too much about it. There are so many school-age girls in the village, so we may not be chosen."

"And our family has never done anything bad, how could such a thing happen to us."

The anxious mood just now was interrupted by the blushing of the two.

Die listened to Xianzi's words and nodded: "I hope so."

Everyone's list was handed over to the wizard at night, and the wizard would hold a ceremony the next night to select one of the girls to dedicate to the mountain god.

On the second night, the villagers gathered around the bonfire, and the wizard put the small pieces of wood with the girl's name on them in front of the statue, and then began to hum a spell that everyone couldn't understand.

Die Hexianzi stood in the crowd, and she felt a little worried. Although there were twenty or thirty school-age girls in the village, she still had an ominous premonition that bad luck would befall her.

She couldn't help holding her sister's hand.

Xianzi turned to look at her sister standing beside her, held her hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, it won't be ours, I already prayed to the mountain god yesterday."

Die reluctantly hangs a smile.

At the end of the wizard's chanting, he picked up a piece of wood from the ground with his eyes closed, and read the name engraved on the piece of wood.

"butterfly."

Die froze in place for an instant, her hands became cold, Xianzi turned her head in disbelief: "Why is it my sister? Why are so many people my sister?"

The wizard looked at Xianzi coldly: "This is the choice of the mountain god."

Xianzi let go of Die's hand and rushed over: "Impossible, you must have chosen my sister's name tag on purpose, you have always disliked our family! You did it on purpose!"

Her parents rushed up and stopped her, covering her mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, don't be disrespectful to the mountain god! The mountain god will be angry."

Xianzi struggled: "I don't agree to let my sister go!"

The wizard stared: "Does your family want to disobey the order of the mountain god?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the villagers around immediately looked at their family with unkind eyes.

Die couldn't help taking a few steps back under the gaze of everyone: "No..."

The wizard turned around and said coldly: "Then prepare for the sacrifice three days later."

Everyone in the village tried to persuade their parents: "Oh, this is fate."

"That's right, it was the mountain god who chose Die. It's also an honor for your family."

The dull couple stood aside, looking at the sad daughter, not knowing what to say.

Only Xianzi looked at the group of people coldly: "I hope that such an honor will come to your family members every time in the future, and make you the most honored people."

Those people suddenly strode forward: "You little girl, you really don't know what's good!"

"That's right! Selfish people like you should be kicked out of the village!"

Everyone blamed Xianzi in one go, and Die hurriedly pulled Xianzi down behind her.

The last old man with white hair looked at Die: "Get ready for the sacrifice three days later. The sacrifice you made for the village will never be forgotten by the villagers. We will treat your family well."

Butterfly's tears flowed down instantly.

After the villagers had all left, Xianzi looked at his parents: "We can't hand over my sister, just like what they said just now, let's get out of here!"

"Leave this village, let's live in another place!"

My mother's eyes were red: "There is nowhere to go, and the nearest village is half a month away from us. Our food is not enough to support us to get there alive."

Father sighed: "And our grandparents have been here for generations, and we have no roots after we leave!"

Butterfly shook her head: "It's okay, since I've been selected..."

"I'll figure it out," said the father.

When I got home, my father sat at the door with a sad face.

Soon came the day of offering sacrifices three days later. Butterfly was taken to the mountain and buried in the ground. The villagers dedicated her to the mountain god.

But the drought did not stop, and the crops failed.

Die's parents left all the food for Xianzi during this long drought, but they themselves could only eat bark and loess, and finally starved to death.

A few months later, someone brought up the ancient sacrifice again, and this time Xianzi was also used as a sacrifice.

But not long after, Xianzi, who was supposed to be buried on the mountain, suddenly returned to the village, and the villagers were startled by her sudden appearance.

Xianzi said that she was recognized by the mountain god, and now she returns to the village to summon the mountain god, so that the mountain god will descend and bestow blessings, rain and dew on the village.

Everyone immediately believed her words.

She told the villagers: "Everyone prepare a white candle tonight and come to the largest shrine in the village, and I will summon the mountain god then."

So at night, the villagers came to the shrine on time with white candles.

Xianzi asked everyone to light the candles, and asked everyone to tell a ghost story in the shrine full of candles, and blow out a candle every time a story was told.

The villagers all followed her advice.

After each villager finished telling the story, they blew out the candles, and the candles went out one by one. The shrine was gradually surrounded by darkness, and the visibility became less and less.

until the last candle.

Xianzi held the candle in his hand, told the last story, and then blew out the candle in his hand.

A darkness enveloped the shrine, and moonlight streamed in through the windows.

The expressionless Xianzi sat among the bones on the ground, holding an extinguished candle in his hand.

(End of this chapter)