Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Romance -> The Druid Master of Hogwarts

Text Extra Story¡¤Essay¡¤Not a Dream

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ? The Druid Master of Hogwarts Text Volume Extra Chapter Essays It¡¯s not a dream The sky is gloomy, and the drizzle like cow hair is falling from the gray clouds.

    I stood among the crowd, staring numbly ahead.

    On the square in the middle of the village, the village head was wearing that strange costume that I don¡¯t know how to evaluate, dancing around the sacrifices, chanting some spells that others couldn¡¯t understand at all.

    Everyone, like me, watched quietly. In the entire square, apart from the weird chanting of the village chief, there was only the desperate wailing and cursing of the sacrifices.

    This is the seventh time I have participated in the village's annual Longevity Festival since I was sensible. From the initial ignorance, to the shock later, to the numbness now, it only took me three years.

    I have long been accustomed to this strange custom in the village, because compared with the strange habits of those people in the village, the Longevity Festival is actually nothing.

    Coming here to participate in the festival this time is just a routine.

    After the village chief finished dancing and chanting the mantra, he pulled out the crooked and five-pronged strange sword stuck on the side of the wooden pier. As in previous years, he stabbed each of the five sacrifices with the strange sword.  , Let their blood be stained on different forks respectively.

    "Light-fire-!!!"

    Holding the strange sword high, the village shouted in a drawn out voice.

    The surrounding villagers finally became agitated, and everyone's faces showed excitement. In order not to look special, I also pretended to cheer.

    Several villagers went forward and pushed the five sacrifices into the big pit already filled with firewood, and then threw the torches into the pit.  Those firewoods have been soaked in tung oil, not to mention the drizzling weather, even the heavy rain can burn it.

    In the flames soaring into the sky, the surrounding villagers cheered wildly, and of course I did the same.

    After screaming for a while, I felt a little uncomfortable in my throat, so I quietly backed away, opening my mouth and not making a sound.

    It wasn't until the flames in the big pit were extinguished that everyone's cheers gradually subsided, and they returned to the peaceful appearance at the beginning, but the expressions of many of them were no longer numb, but showed anticipation  color.

    I know what they are looking forward to, but it has been so many years, and I haven't seen anyone who has obtained longevity through this ceremony, so I can't understand why they are still looking forward to it.

    Butit doesn't matter.

    I followed the villagers and lined up in front of the big pit. At the front of the line was the village chief's family. They each took a handful of ashes from the big pit and stuffed them into their mouths impatiently.

    Immediately following are the "parents" and "children" of the sacrifices, and then other villagers.

    I stood numbly at the end of the line, moving forward bit by bit as the line shortened.

    This place is called Changsheng Village. According to the old people in the village, it should have been called Shangshang Village, because everyone in the village has the surname Shang, but I don¡¯t know when most people in the village began to pursue longevity, so they changed their name.  It's called Changsheng Village.

    I don't know when this strange ceremony was passed down today. Anyway, I heard from "father" that it existed when he was sensible. I didn't know about it any earlier, and I wasn't interested in knowing.

    As for the sacrifices of the Longevity Sacrifice, some are travelers who strayed into the village, some unlucky ones abducted by villagers from outside, but most of the time, they are people from our own village.

    Whenever there are not enough sacrifices, the village head will solicit sacrifices in the village, and then choose the right one from the registered sacrifices. Occasionally, if there are still not enough sacrifices, he will randomly select from the villagers.

    It's just that this kind of situation is rare, and I have only encountered it once in the past seven years. Most of the time, some villagers will take the initiative to hand over their "relatives", because in this way, they can follow closely behind the village chief's family.  Give priority to eating long-lived ash

    Just like those few people just now.

    In addition to the Longevity Festival, there is also a custom in the village that I find strange, that is, whenever a new child is born, it will be sent to a special nursery in the village, and then the villagers of that family will be able to start raising their children five days later.  A baby of about the same age was taken away from the center.

    Therefore, no one in the village actually knows who their biological parents are, but no one has ever questioned this question

    No, some people have questioned it, but they have already become sacrifices, and after being burned to ashes, they were eaten by me and other villagers.

    Finally it was my turn, because of the rain, the ashes in the pit were all clumped together and stuck to this place indiscriminately.??It almost touched the tip of my nose.

    Looking at the terrifying eyes that were almost poking into my brain, I finally couldn't help but scream out

    "ah!!!"

    I suddenly sat up from the bed, my forehead and back were wet and cold.

    Reaching out my hand to wipe the cold sweat off my forehead, I looked around in a little bewilderment.

    The familiar furniture around me and the charging mobile phone by the bed made my beating heart gradually calm down.

    "It turned out to be just a nightmare"

    I let out a long sigh of relief, then picked up the phone next to the bed and glanced at it.

    ? Saturday, April 16, 2022 at 7:34 am.

    Today is the weekend, and I still have to update the codewords without taking a break When I think of this, I can't help but feel a sore nose, and I feel sad.

    I pinched my thigh without giving up.

    it hurts¡­¡­

    It's not a dream

    "well¡­¡­"

    e=

    Recommended ticket month
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