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"Grandma, they are innocent, so don't kill them."
"Fengshui masters don't have a good thing. You have seen those Fengshui masters in the past. They don't have any humanity."
"But grandma, I don't think they are the same as those Feng Shui masters."
"Baby, you have to remember that the human heart is the most difficult to see through in this world, it is separated from the belly."
"Grandma, your granddaughter is about to be dedicated to the great Meishan Empress, can't you satisfy your granddaughter's last request?"
Grandma Wang was silent for a long time.
"you like him?"
"The granddaughter just doesn't think he looks like a bad guy."
"Hmph, you have to always remember that the sons and daughters of the Wang family don't need feelings."
"Grandma agreed?"
"It's okay to keep them. My Wang family is not those Feng Shui masters. I still have human nature. As long as they don't make trouble for me, I can spare their lives."
"They have been poisoned by Gu poison, and they will never wake up within a day, grandma, it's getting late."
"Baby, do you blame grandma?"
"It is my granddaughter's honor to be able to offer sacrifices to Empress Meishan."
"It's good that you can think so."
The sound gradually disappeared, and I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the limp body, urging the talisman water in my body.
After a while, I got up from the bed and hid Yan Sitong in the cabinet.
"Sitong, wait for me to come back."
I caressed Yan Sitong's face, walked upstairs gently, opened the door, and the road leading to the temple was full of people.
I took a deep breath and followed carefully.
This road is eerily quiet.
The torches are connected into a fire dragon, extending to the temple on the top of the mountain.
Taking advantage of the dark night, I quickly came to the top of the mountain on the side of the mountain road, found a place, and watched the scene in front of me.
Grandma Wang was wearing toast costumes. Under the firelight, her expression was extremely serious, and her voice was sometimes low and sometimes high-pitched.
Under her leadership, everyone knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the gate of the temple.
Such a shocking scene demonstrates the most noble etiquette of the Miao people.
After three heads, Grandma Wang stood up and opened the temple door herself.
My eyes hurriedly looked into the temple.
A statue of a goddess appeared in the field of vision, and in front of the statue stood three men in black robes.
My eyes were fixed, and although the night was dark, I still saw a familiar figure through the light.
That was the old man who controlled the three corpses of gold, silver and copper in the corpse inn in Tiantiling.
Sure enough, this stockade is indeed related to the corpse refiner, and the information on the note is correct.
"Meet the messenger."
Seeing the three men in black robes, Grandma Wang led all the villagers to bow down.
This time, they spoke Mandarin.
The man in black who had talked with Grandma Wang spoke hoarsely.
"The altar, please."
Grandma Wang directed the villagers, and a dozen big men took thick hemp ropes and began to wrap the goddess statue, and tied one end to the beam of the house.
Then he lifted the statue of the goddess with all his strength.
It turned out that the base under the statue turned out to be an altar.
I feel it carefully, although it is far away, I can still feel the extremely oppressive atmosphere around the altar.
Especially after the statue was lifted up, this feeling became more and more intense.
There is something in the altar!
Could it be the fetish they said?
I was thinking, the messenger said again.
"Pray."
Grandma Wang knelt down immediately, speaking in dialect, like reciting scriptures, it sounded very melodic.
More people began to pray, and the voices broke through the night.
I was secretly stunned. So many people prayed together, producing an invisible force, which seemed to be affecting the aura around the altar.
Thinking of this, my thoughts suddenly cleared, this is the formation.
I can now confirm that the strange aura around the altar comes from the formation. I don't want to understand what formation, but chanting prayers is part of activating the formation.
The prayer lasted for half an hour, and the three men in black looked at each other, the messenger said.
"After a hundred years, Empress Meishan has sensed your sincerity, especially the sacrifice of the previous generation of the Wang family. Empress Meishan is very satisfied. As a child of Empress MeishanSon, they have returned to the embrace of the gods. "
The villagers cheered happily.
I look weird, so they believe it? This is too childish, but what the envoy said next made me understand the attitude of the villagers.
"The Wang family is born with the blood of the Meishan empress, and the sacrifice of the previous generation has opened a corner of the seal."
"With this sacrifice, the fetish of Empress Meishan will appear in the world, and the curse of the village will be broken, and all of you can walk out of the mountain."
Immediately, the cheers of the villagers went straight into the night sky.
I knew it in my heart, and I remembered what Wang Baobao said, "the things we have to protect".
free.
What the villagers guard is not the so-called fetish under the altar of the formation, but the freedom to walk out of the mountains.
Although Wang Baobao didn't say it clearly, the ecstatic attitude of the villagers made me understand what she said.
"No one dares to sneak out, because no one knows how to get out."
This sentence should be said like this.
Anyone who wants to get out alive will die.
So no one dared to sneak away, and no one knew how to get out of the mountain.
I saw a sense of relief in these villagers, and I saw excitement and longing for freedom in them.
And this desire comes from the external branch that will send supplies to the village every six months.
It is they who have always given the Walled people hope and made the Walled people yearn for the outside world.
I took a deep breath, this is terrible, the human heart is too complicated.
It is conceivable that the so-called curse is just a gimmick, and the real reason why the villagers dare not move is life and death.
Always give people hope, let them live, and live with hope forever.
Just what is the reason for doing this?
I don't believe that the villagers really believe in the "curse" nonsense, and even do such things as offering sacrifices against the harmony of nature.
Is it a transaction?
Is it oppression from other forces?
I looked at Grandma Wang and the three corpse refiners, and I already had guesses in my heart.
The messenger pressed his hand, and the voice stopped abruptly.
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
The messenger spoke slowly.
"Sacrifice."
In an instant, everyone shouted in unison.
"Sacrifice!"
"Sacrifice!"
"Sacrifice!"
What a terrible belief, the power of freedom drives people crazy.
I looked around, and in the center of the crowd, a woman in a red robe slowly came.
Baby Wang, her face was extremely white against the background of the blood-red gown, no, it was pale.
But she was actually smiling, a bright smile.
At this moment, she is beautiful, tragically beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed.
My heart twitched violently, and suddenly twitched violently, as if something was drilling back and forth in my heart.
The pain made my forehead sweat, and I couldn't help rolling on the ground.
My complexion changed drastically, what is this sudden pain? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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