The sound of the suona was whimpering from the very beginning, with a strange melody.
Slowly it became melodious and sad, but gradually it became a bit festive and loud.
This tune gave me goosebumps and the hairs on my body stood on end. Especially the position of the spine is constantly feeling cold.
Mr. Yin suddenly took out a roll of parchment, held it in his hand and spread it out.
The next moment, he knelt down straight!
There was a muffled bang, which was no less than a heavy blow, but Mr. Yin showed no pain at all. Instead, he looked more pious than ever before!
I saw this pious look last time.
At that time, we were leaving from Ji Niang Mountain and met Mr. Yin leading people up the mountain.
He was so pious when he used Liu Ding to guard the tomb and compile the text.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Yin raised his head, his voice suddenly became extremely thin, and shouted: "A hundred years of burial, today's wedding!"
"The man is unmarried, and the lady with a bun will take pity on him."
"The burial of light and shadow, the mountains on the earth, if they are like falling or connecting, they originate from the sky!"
"Use blood as a medium to cleanse the inscriptions!" The moment his voice fell, the wind suddenly became stronger.
The snow wind howled, blowing away the fog on the ice peak faster!
The hanging ladder is clearly visible.
Not only the hanging ladder, but also the pavilion, and even I saw the bun girl standing halfway up the hanging ladder!
Of course, the distance was still far and she couldn't see her clearly.
But whether it was in the dream or the last time I found Zhang Jiugua in the room, the appearance of the bun girl was deeply engraved in my mind. I couldn't suppress the depression in my heart.
Mr. Yin has obviously started the ceremony to make the bun girl become immortal.
Although I have almost fully recovered, I have not found a cure.
Could it be said that I really want to become a bun girl?
At the same time, Shen Ji suddenly stood up in the main hall. She turned around slowly, her expression still cold.
The next moment she raised her right hand, and at some point her left hand held a sharp knife and slashed her wrist!
A bloodstain appeared on the fair skin.
What followed was bright red blood!
Shen Ji's eyebrows were obviously trembling a little, and his lips were slightly pursed into a line.
This scene made my eyelids jump wildly.
At the same time, I am even more averse to the cold, and what Mr. Yin said before is not true.
At first he told me that the blood of the corpses of men who had married women in buns would be used to water the inscriptions.
But in fact, the blood he used was from Shen Ji!
How long can a living person survive cutting his wrists and bleeding like this?
My heart gradually sank, and I could no longer sit still and wait for death, otherwise God knows what Mr. Yin would do next moment?
His eyes wandered to Mrs. He's position.
There is still a guillotine knife lying next to Mrs. He. At least I have something to worry about so that I can fight hard!
Mr. Yin still maintained his pious movements and looked at the bun girl on the hanging ladder.
These servants were all playing the suona and did not pay full attention to me.
All the muscles in my body were tense, and I raised my legs to rush towards Mrs. He!
Mr. Yin suddenly turned his head and shouted coldly: "Luo Shiliu, do you still want to struggle?!"
The moment his words rang out, I felt a chill in my back, as if there were dozens of pairs of eyes staring straight at my back.
There was also an inexplicable pressure coming from my body, making me unable to move...
Sweat broke out on my forehead and beads of sweat flowed down my cheeks.
Turning around with difficulty, he glanced sideways and saw the male corpses wearing large funeral robes. Their bodies actually grew more bloody fluff at the same time.
The faces of these male corpses are all facing me!
A group of blood demons are coming to haunt me? I was even more averse to the cold.
But I tried desperately to move, but couldn't, and my heart went cold.
Mr. Yin smiled, his expression even colder.
At this moment, Shen Ji in the main hall suddenly held her wrist with one hand. She quickly pulled out a piece of white cloth and wrapped it tightly around the wound.
This scene fell in my eyes, but I was stunned for a moment.
I originally thought that Shen Ji would bleed dry and use this life to water the inscription.
Now she's bandaging the wound? !
Could it be that I misunderstood Mr. Yin's meaning before? In fact, Shen Ji does not need to die.
Just some blood?
But the next moment, Mr. Yin raised his eyebrows slightly, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Bun'er, it's not enough, don't stop."
It is obvious that Mr. Yin's tone has changed a lot. He used to be cold and gloomy when talking to us, but he has become much more peaceful towards Shen Ji.
"Master...I..." Shen Ji's face was obviously pale due to excessive blood loss. There was sweat on her forehead and there was pain between her eyebrows. The moment she was wearing a bun, she was as cold as an iceberg, but now she is much more fragile.
"The centenary plan is today, and Master is with us for everything! Just add some more blood, and it will be enough." Mr. Yin spoke again.
I heard clearly that these words were words of comfort!
My heart was beating wildly. I originally thought that Shen Ji was just as stunned as the fifty or so people.
But now it seems that is clearly not the case.
Shen Ji could indeed sacrifice a lot, but his life was obviously not included.
Mr. Yin must have promised something!
Shen Ji slowly raised his left hand, and took out the sharp dagger in his bandaged right hand, directly swiping it across the palm of his left hand.
The blood flowed down again, but compared to cutting the wrist, there was obviously a lot less.
Mr. Yin frowned.
He spoke again: "Ji'er, the blood on your palms is not enough, so cut your wrists."
Shen Ji's body trembled obviously, and there was an obvious look on her face, which was the fear of death.
I also completely understood.
It's not that Shen Ji is not afraid of death.
No matter what she did before, everything was under the control of her and Mr. Yin.
Even though she had used blood as a sacrifice just now, she did not hesitate because she had a good control over it.
Now that Mr. Yin doesn't let her stop, he has clearly exceeded this level of propriety!
"Master...I'm about to die..." Shen Ji bit her lower lip tightly, and she was obviously trembling a little.
Without pausing, Shen Ji took a breath and continued weakly: "The stone tablet was completely watered and Gong Fu's face was filled with blood. Isn't it enough?
"There can be no mistakes on this great day. We would rather have more blood and have more time to recuperate when we come, than miss it. If something goes wrong, neither you nor I can bear the consequences!"
"Listen to my master and continue bleeding!"
"When the plan is completed, you will be the priest in Bunniang Village from now on!" Mr. Yin continued in a deep voice.
At this moment, Mrs. He, who was collapsed beside her, started laughing.
That laugh was so ironic!
She laughed and coughed.
"Mr. Yin, I thought you really raised a desperate female disciple, but you don't seem to be that capable."
