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Chapter 280 Resurrection of the Old Gods (4)

The moment he heard the sound of footsteps, Zhao Yutang immediately woke up from his light sleep, quickly returned to his previous position, and knelt down intact.

After a while, the footsteps got closer and closer, and the old woman I had seen before walked over slowly, followed by two younger women.

Seeing that she was still kneeling with her back straight, the old woman was quite satisfied, "Get up."

The two younger women lit the candles on both sides of the steps, put down the offerings in their hands, and suddenly said "huh".

"This snack..."

Zhao Yutang's eyebrows twitched, and she raised her head to see that the pastries she had touched last night were all knocked over, and the floor was covered with scum.

Didn't she put it back intact last night?
The old woman bowed her waist and ordered the two people to clean up the cakes, her voice was low, "It seems that Shi Shen's temper is getting worse."

This kind of thing happened several times in the past. God's temper was good and bad, and taking offerings to vent his anger was considered a trivial matter.

If the god is furious, the consequences...

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, took out a scimitar from her sleeve pocket, put it on the candle and burned it for a while, then raised her hands and knelt in front of the statue and recited the sacrificial speech.

The statue is neither sad nor happy, and the slightly lowered eyes look like pity and contempt.

After finishing all this, the old woman walked towards Zhao Yutang with a scimitar, "Hand out your hand."

Zhao Yutang didn't move, "Does the emperor know about me here?"

The old woman sneered silently, did not answer, but only emphasized her tone, "Stretch out your hand!"

That is to know, the emperor tacitly agreed to send her here as a sacrifice, no wonder he suddenly changed his attitude towards her.

There is a gloomy and strange atmosphere everywhere here. Needless to say, it is known that the guards outside are heavily guarded, and there is no chance of winning.

Zhao Yutang thought in secret, and stretched out his hand.

The scimitar held by the old woman had a strange totem carved on the blade, which seemed to be some kind of ancient beast. The blade lightly stroked Zhao Yutang's wrist a few times, and a simple outline of the totem appeared. Nodding in satisfaction, he continued below with a small jade carving bowl.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

When the blood was almost dripping, the old woman casually threw a handkerchief to Zhao Yutang, enshrined the jade bowl in front of the statue, lit incense everywhere, and rearranged the offerings.

The two women went out and came back again, and brought a jug of water to Zhao Yutang. The old woman raised her eyelids and ordered, "Drink this."

Zhao Yutang: "I want to eat."

The old woman said coldly, "From the moment you came in, you are no longer a princess of Daqin, but a servant serving the god of clan. You must drink this snow spring water every day to cleanse your body, and recite sacrificial words every day to cleanse your soul."

She signaled the two women to come forward, "Drink."

Zhao Yutang drank the water silently.

Sure enough, she is still a good girl.

The old woman nodded in satisfaction. When the national teacher told her that the son of Daqin's direct descendant who needed to be sacrificed was Zhao Yutang, she was very disdainful. The girl's mother was a spy, and her blood was not pure at all, so she was not worthy to be dedicated to the god.

But at this moment, she had to admit that if other pampered princes and princesses came here this time, it would really be impossible to be so obedient, and it would take a lot of effort on her part.

"That's right, you can suffer less if you are more obedient."

The old woman threw a thin booklet to Zhao Yutang, "Memorize the sacrificial words on it, and I will check it at night."

After they left, there was a dead silence here again, but fortunately the candles were still on.

Zhao Yutang glanced at his injured wrist, and guessed that the blood-taking ceremony would take several days. Hearing what the old woman said, it would take a lot of time to purify and sacrifice, which shows the importance of this sacrifice.

But at the moment, what she was curious about was why those pastries fell on the ground last night, and they were so thoroughly broken.

There are walls on all sides, there is no window, and there is no ventilation at all when the door is closed, so there is no possibility that the pastry will be blown off by the wind.

Judging by the cleanliness of the ground, those people should come to clean it frequently, and there will be no rats or the like here.

Zhao Yutang raised his head and looked at the sacred and beautiful statue. Its whole body was shiny and lustrous, its face was vivid, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

and so……

At night, the old woman opened the door. This time Zhao Yutang was well prepared. When she came in, she glanced at the door. Through the gap, she could see the sunset red sky outside. She remembered that it was the same time when she came in yesterday.

It appears that the time is fixed.

"Have you recited it?"

The old woman holds a barbed bramble in her hand and has no expression on her face.

Zhao Yutang nodded, and recited the sacrificial words in front of her.

The sacrificial words are eight hundred characters long, and they are all obscure words. It can be seen that almost all of them are praise words, which are probably the function of praising the God and praying for the protection of the God.

While Zhao Yutang was reciting, the old woman picked up the jade bowl that had been enshrined in front of the statue for six hours. She chanted something in a low voice, tilted the jade bowl, and the blood in it spilled on the robe of the god, staining it red. It touched the hem of its clothes, and soon turned into wisps of red thread and seeped into it.

In the chaos, blood beasts with no specific outline opened their teeth and claws and rushed towards the center, where a god with closed eyes sat.

They were greedy for the flesh and blood of the gods, but before they rushed to the front, they turned into blood mist and dispersed with a "bang", and the thick blood stained the surroundings red.

Only a strand of red thread survived, it seemed to be completely unafraid, and it climbed up the god's wrist in a blink of an eye, and it was tightly wound, so tight that it almost sank into the skin.

The five senses gradually returned, and Qin Wu slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the red thread twisting on his wrist. It was blood red all over, and it seemed to be alive and persistently piercing into his flesh and blood.

Qin Wu twisted the red thread and pulled it out from his wrist. When it first touched his finger, it was very obedient and obedient as if it had been pinched, but as soon as he got close, the red thread struggled and rushed towards his waist. Face.

He held it firmly, without any emotion in his tone, "It's bold."

The smell of this blood line is relatively familiar, it should be the child of the Qin family, and such a bold and greedy temperament is indeed what the descendants of the Qin family should have.

They are all characters who will kill a piece of meat once they are targeted.

Thinking of this, Qin Wu rewrapped the bloodline around his wrist expressionlessly, allowing it to tighten inch by inch, until it finally became a red mark embedded in the flesh and blood.

The bloodline meant a sacrifice, but it wasn't dedicated to him.

Qin Wu tilted his head slightly, and on his right side there was a cracked statue, which was the one enshrined in the shrine.

That is, the one recast by the Qin family for the new god 200 years ago, which melted into the bones of the old god's statue.

His greedy people probably would not have imagined that the new god they worked so hard to create had already become Qin Wu's nourishment.

(End of this chapter)