Unscrupulous neighbors

The whole ceremony is divided into three steps: inviting the gods, fixing the stars, and offering sacrifices.

So when Lingzhi came out of the ancestral temple and stood on the high platform, the villagers had already gathered in front of the sacrificial pits dug before, and put the ivory and other sacrifices into the first two pits one by one in order.

Just when everyone had sharpened their knives and was about to throw the livestock to be slaughtered into the third pit.

The leader walked over with something in his hand, and the villagers made way for him one after another.

"In order to solve the tribal disaster, I should also offer a sacrifice to show my sincerity."

The leader put the things in his hands on the ground. Through the dim light of the fire, Lingzhi and the villagers could clearly see that they were two young children.

"Respect the heaven and the earth with my blood, and pray for the well-being of the people and the prosperity of the tribe!"

Lingzhi clenched his fists. The reason why he agreed to do this ceremony at the beginning was because he saw the sacrifices placed in the open space, which were just some ordinary utensils and livestock. He secretly relieved himself and finished the ceremony step by step. Never expected that such an accident would happen suddenly.

However, in the face of this matter, the villagers' thinking is quite different from Lingzhi's.

In their view, the most noble king is willing to sacrifice his blood to pray for the people and the tribe. What a great king!

So the villagers knelt down spontaneously, kowtowed to the leader, and shouted the leader's name again and again.

Chu Bai... In order to deal with me and win the hearts of the people, you are willing to give up your own flesh and blood!

Lingzhi glanced at Chubai, walked down from the high platform, passed Chubai directly, walked straight to the third pit, knelt down/touched the foreheads of the two children, it was so cold that there was no trace of it. Warmth, he was already ready to do this.

"Master Shenwu," Chu Bai bowed to Ling Zhi, "please."

At this point, Lingzhi is no longer able to stop just by himself. Even if he disagrees with life and death to let these two deceased children be sacrificed, if there is no perfect explanation, the villagers will definitely not agree.But if these two children are really used as sacrifices, it means that their souls will be dedicated to the gods, and they may be imprisoned here forever, unable to enter reincarnation for life after life.

"My lord, do you have any questions?"

Hearing Chubai's urging voice with a little dissatisfaction, and seeing the surrounding villagers look up at him with surprised eyes, Lingzhi jumped into the third pit.

"...My lord!" The villagers jumped in shock without knowing it.

Lingzhi stood in the pit, carefully hugged the two children who were placed by the edge of the pit tightly, and then used his own blood to put a red dot on their foreheads.

I hope this bit of spiritual power can bless you to enter reincarnation one day.

Lingzhi returned to the high platform, holding his scepter tightly, and watched the villagers fill up the three holes until he could no longer see the faces of the two children. The self-possessed Chubai.

He can be so indifferent to his own flesh and blood.

Lingzhi felt as if he didn't know this Chubai anymore. The person he grew up with seemed to have become a hard-hearted person. For the sake of the supreme right, he could give up everything.

"Tick tock..."

Lingzhi felt a drop of water fall on the top of his head, and raised his head to look at the dark night sky, where the stars were twinkling and twinkling, as if they would fall at any moment.

"Tick tock..."

The second drop fell on Lingzhi's cheek, like a tear, slipped down the corner of the eye and disappeared in the wind.

"Tick tock..."

Lingzhi stretched out his bloody hand, and the raindrop fell from the palm of his hand together with the blood.

"It's raining!"

"It's really raining!"

"The gods must have heard our prayers!"

"We are saved!"

The ecstatic villagers kowtowed to the gods all over the sky, and happily held the falling rainwater with their hands.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

One person made a sound, and the others followed suit. For a time, only one voice could be heard in the entire world.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Hang Rui stood aside and watched all this happen. In addition to sadness and sadness, there was also a trace of resentment and disappointment in his heart. This feeling did not belong to him.

Hang Rui looked at Lingzhi who looked extremely lonely standing in the crowd, this feeling belonged to him.

In fact, Hang Rui has been avoiding to admit one thing in his heart, and that is the relationship between this witch and himself.

In the illusion of murals before, I couldn't feel the mood of those undead, even if they did exist, I didn't feel it at all, but now I can empathize with this phantom of the remnant soul thousands of years ago, Hang Rui found himself already You can't deceive yourself and others and throw all this to the illusion to take the blame.

Why can't Xue Zhe or Song Mingqian activate the mechanism in the corridor except himself?Why does every organ need its own blood to open?Why is it that the person who makes trouble for Ying Chen behind the scenes always targets himself?

If you can't connect these together, Hang Rui feels that his IQ is not qualified to be with Ying Chen.

This person is very likely to be me...

After having this idea, Hang Rui felt even more pitiful when he looked at Lingzhi again.

Originally thought that the background of an orphan in this life, his introverted personality, and Xue Zhe being the only close friend before meeting Ying Chen, these were already miserable enough.

But seeing Lingzhi being forced to leave step by step, as if he was alone and helpless in the world, Hang Rui suddenly felt that what he had experienced was really nothing.

Some villagers ran home to avoid the rain, and some ran to the fields because they were happy.

In front of the ancestral temple, there were only two people left.

Standing on the high platform, Lingzhi was drenched in the rain, and Chubai, standing under the high platform, watching Lingzhi drenched in the rain.

Chu Bai walked up to the high platform step by step, stood in front of Lingzhi, and said, "Go back, don't get caught in the rain."

Lingzhi lowered his head, he didn't want to see Chubai, and he didn't even want to talk to him, but he couldn't help but want to explode the anger he had never had before.

But what if it explodes?

Can the two dead children come back to life?Can a changed person turn back?

Since the answer is no, what else is there to say.

Seeing that Lingzhi remained silent, Chu Bai didn't say much, turned around and walked down the platform from the other side.

He is a king, a symbol of supreme power, he will not and cannot bow his head to others, let alone admit his mistakes.

Hang Rui came to Lingzhi's side. Even though he knew that he was similar to air now, he still couldn't bear to look at Lingzhi who fell to the ground, lost his soul, and was extremely embarrassed by mud, rain and blood.

Hang Rui put his hand on Lingzhi's head, even if it was useless, he wanted to protect him from the wind and rain.

"Am I stupid..."

Hang Rui trembled in shock, and touched his nose unconsciously. This feeling of talking to himself is really strange, and when faced with questions like Lingzhi, Hang Rui doesn't know how to answer, no matter what Yes or no, it's not kind.

Lingzhi didn't hear the answer, and didn't continue to ask. He sat awkwardly in the storm, like a statue that couldn't protect himself, and didn't move.

Hang Rui had no other choice but to stay on the high platform with Lingzhi, and he knew in his heart that the nursery rhymes he heard in the tunnel before were probably the two children who had just died...

It's just that Hang Rui didn't understand. He obviously didn't see the rest of the sacrifices just now. Judging from the previous situation, it stands to reason that there should be six separate powerful sacrifices for the sacrifice of the six weapons, just like being sacrificed The Dipo given to Yuhu, but now it seems that there is no such thing. The whole ceremony is very simple, and there is nothing special about it.

Could it be that something went wrong?

When Lingzhi regained consciousness, the rain that had been raining all night did not abate at all.

"My lord, the rain is so heavy that the whole village is flooded!"

"what?"

Lingzhi staggered to his feet, wiped the rainwater off his face with his wet sleeves, and looked up to see the square in front of the Jongmyo Temple, where the accumulated water had covered his insteps, and the Jongmyo Temple was the highest place in the entire village. Already flooded...

Lingzhi turned around and looked down at the village below. Under the cloudy sky, the night was receding, and the sky in the east was getting brighter. It rained heavily all night. After everyone was asleep, half of the village was flooded. .

"Are the villagers okay?" Lingzhi asked concerned, "Is anyone injured?"

"No... even the house can't be lived in. The king opened the king's city and asked us to hide in the king's city."

Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That's good..." Most of them are adobe houses, which can't withstand the heavy rain for a whole night. Like the ancestral temple, it is a royal city built with square stones, at least part of it can be guaranteed. human problem.

"Master God Witch...why does this rain keep falling? Is our ceremony yesterday...failed?"

Hearing the villagers ask this question, Lingzhi suddenly reacted.

He was familiar with every link of the ceremony, and he didn't even miss a step. He could be sure that he absolutely did not make a mistake. However, the incessant rain was clearly telling him that this was the wrath of God, because they What did it do so angered the gods for punishment.

sacrifice!

Lingzhi thinks that among the three links, the only variable is that Chubai temporarily changed the sacrifice, using children instead of livestock to sacrifice.

So Lingzhi ran all the way to Wangcheng, found Chu Bai who was sitting alone in the room, waded to him, looked at Chu Bai who was frowning, and asked angrily: "What did you do! Those two people yesterday?" Boy, what have you done to them!"

"Lingzhi...I..."

"What the hell did you do!"

"Those two... are not my children..."

"what……"

Lingzhi suddenly felt thunderbolts, and his whole mind was in a daze.

"I... used captive children instead... I didn't expect you could really..."

"Didn't expect that I could really invite the gods?" Ling Zhi laughed back in anger, looking at Chu Bai who was restless, and suddenly calmed down, "Chu Bai, I didn't expect you to be so stupid!"

"I……"

What kind of crime is it to deceive the gods? Even Lingzhi can't predict it.

If the anger of the gods cannot be appeased, their tribe will face annihilation!

The author has something to say: Remember to eat rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival! !