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"Master, please."

There was a slight conversation in the darkness, followed by the sound of footsteps, and the lamps on both sides of the temple lit up one after another, reflecting people's faces.

The national teacher looked down at Zhao Yutang, who was kneeling, and was slightly surprised when she saw that her eyes were clear and her condition was not bad, "You child has perseverance."

His choice was indeed right. If he had chosen another spoiled princess, he would have already had a mental breakdown and made a scene.

Zhao Yutang's expression was indifferent, "Did the Master of the State Council propose to send me to be a human sacrifice?"

The current emperor is mediocre and incompetent, and when he encounters any setbacks, he wants to ask the gods to bless him, so he is very close to the national teacher, and he is a person without his own opinions, almost to the extent of letting the national teacher do his own thing.

The national teacher smiled, but did not answer directly, but said, "The princess is the most suitable candidate."

If the matter of using the royal descendants as a human sacrifice is spread to the court, it will definitely cause opposition from many people, but Zhao Yutang has a special status. His mother is a spy from a neighboring country, and he has no backing in Daqin. If she is chosen to test the waters, no one will be offended. Moreover, she grew up in the deep palace since she was a child, and she has not been involved in dirty intrigues. She is pure in body and mind, and is most suitable for dedicating to the god.

The national teacher walked up to the shrine slowly, staring up at the cold and ruthless face of the statue. He still remembered the scene his master had described to him—more than 300 years ago, when the Emperor Daqin accidentally offended the God, and the God was angry, The temple was washed with blood, and the national teacher at that time was severely injured, and soon passed away.

The master said to him earnestly that as long as there are Uji gods in this world, their national teachers are just humble servants, and they must always be prepared to meet the wrath of Uji gods.

At that time, the national teacher thought, why can't they create an obedient and good-tempered god?They enshrine the gods and use the power of the gods, and no one is inferior to the other.

He told his master about his idea. The master looked at him in surprise for a while, then smiled, and brought him to the temple. It was then that the national teacher knew that his idea had already been practiced by others, and they had already created It's just that the power of the old god is too stubborn, and the new god is always in a state of sleep.

But now, the time is ripe, as long as they can use human sacrifices to establish a connection with the new god, they can treat the new god as an obedient puppet, and they will no longer have to worry about the anger of the gods and tremble, and they will no longer have to go through one sacrifice after another. Come and beg for the blessing of Ji Shen, they can use the power of Ji Shen wantonly.

Thinking of this, the national teacher showed a meaningful smile on his face.

After the national teacher left, Zhao Yutang cut his palm with a hairpin that he had secretly hidden, and dripped blood on the statue.

At the moment when the blood was completely absorbed by the statue, the statue shone brightly, and a blurred figure floated down from the statue.

It was Qin Wu.

Qin Wu pulled out a thread of blood from his wrist, "Stretch out your hand."

Zhao Yutang stretched out her hand, and the thread of blood entangled her wrist as if consciously, and rubbed it intimately twice, but Qin Wu's expression became very strange when it was rubbing, as if it wasn't the thread of blood rubbing, Instead, he was rubbing.

He threw a cold swishing look at the blood line, and the blood line immediately settled down, pretending that he was just an ordinary red line.

"Now you can walk out of the temple without anyone noticing."

Because the strength has not yet fully recovered, Qin Wu could only slowly follow behind Zhao Yutang. Zhao Yutang glanced at the red line on his wrist and at him floating in midair, feeling like he was flying a kite.

"why are you laughing?"

Qin Wu suddenly turned his head sensitively, and met Zhao Yutang's gaze.

Zhao Yutang shook his head, his expression was indifferent and innocent, "I'm not smiling."

Qin Wu squinted his eyes, and didn't believe her at all. He quickly understood that this girl was not as innocent and harmless as she appeared on the surface. She was not only brave, but also smart.

Zhao Yutang led the "Qin Wu" brand kite out of the temple, and walked out of the temple like no one else, and none of the women in black robes passing by noticed her.

Under Qin Wu's guidance, she walked smoothly to a palace, which was heavily guarded. It was no longer women in black robes, but young men in white robes. Dressed a bit like that.

"Is this where the national teacher lives?"

Zhao Yutang asked, "What do you want me to do here?"

She asked Qin Wu what the purpose of this human sacrifice was, but Qin Wu didn't answer directly, but asked to make a deal with her to come to this place to help him with something.

"You'll know when you go in."

Qin Wu hadn’t come out for hundreds of years, and it was really unpleasant to come out this time, because he found that the current temple was very different from before, his favorite roses were replaced by large clusters of peonies, and the original vermilion walls Turned into dull black and white.

This is not his shrine at all.

Qin Wu had a gloomy aura all over his body, and his expression was terrifyingly ugly, as if he wanted to catch some people to vent his anger anytime and anywhere. Zhao Yutang didn't want to be the spark that ignited the bomb, so he silently closed his mouth.

When she entered this palace, there was a portrait of the national teacher hanging in the center of the lobby. It can be seen that the national teacher is very narcissistic and arrogant. He dared to hang his own portrait in the temple dedicated to the god. Is he so stupid that he is not afraid of the revenge of the god?Or is there no way for Destiny to take revenge on him?
Zhao Yutang guessed it was the latter.

"Turn left and go straight."

According to Qin Wu's instructions, Zhao Yutang walked to a study room, where there were many books and dozens of portraits of the national teacher himself.

This man is absolutely crazy.

There was a secret door hidden in the study, Zhao Yutang felt a scorching burning sensation whistling past her ears before she got close, she took two steps back and found that one side of her transparent body was exposed outside.

Qin Wu's voice was cold, "He set a boundary."

Just as Zhao Yutang was about to say something, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and her body became transparent again. Qin Wu led her forward, "Let's go."

She stepped over the threshold that didn't exist in her eyes, and went directly through the secret door to enter.

Passing through a narrow dark passage, the field of vision suddenly becomes wider. There is actually a small altar here. There is a stone statue of the god Ji in the middle of the altar. This stone statue is different from the one in the shrine. As if dripping, the delicate and clear face was stained gloomy and gloomy, not like a god, but more like a demon.

"See those two chains? Drip your blood on them."

A complex and weird pattern was formed around the altar with black chains, and finally wrapped the statue in a restraining posture. Qin Wu was talking about the two chains on the statue.