He was floating in the stream, and the stream surrounding him was crystal clear. The stream flowed quietly through the small village in the mist, all the way to the white stones at the entrance of the village where women used to wash their clothes. Wherever the stream splashed, You can still vaguely see several crooked characters "Where the Cock Crows" carved on the stone, but the stone is cracked somehow, so the words Cock Crow are as cracked as if the chicken had its head cut off.
He wanted to push the stone away, or step on it to the village. The villagers were indistinct in the fog, but he could see clearly that they were wearing long maroon clothes and black leather boots. , with iron pieces wrapped around their waists, some holding knives, some holding shields, and some holding spears, all lined up unevenly, panting and fiddling with the weapons in their hands, dancing to the orders of the two captains. There seemed to be some strange formation. After a while, the villagers dispersed.
He followed one of the captains all the way to where the ancestral hall was - no, there was no ancestral hall there, there was a tower made of bricks and stones, vaguely like a fortress. He climbed up after the captain and saw that there were piles of piles on the top of the building. There were some hard firewood, which seemed to be prepared for setting off the smoke, but at this time they smoked a few sticks from it and brought roast chicken to warm the wine. Because their captain had recently married, his colleagues set up a small wine table. Congratulate him. It was natural for them to do this, and they never thought about what would happen if the firewood of Langyan ran out. After all, the imperial army had withdrawn for a long time, and the Yi people were also legendary existences. These hard firewood would decay before the eyes, so why not light them now? used.
They toasted together, and soon they toasted again. The captain held a child in his arms, and he distributed red eggs to everyone to celebrate the birth of his first-born child.
The mist lingered for a long time, and the captain I saw earlier had a different look. He was furious. It seemed that his wife had thrown the second child they had just given birth into the "Sangmen ditch". Many people tried to persuade him, how could he just divorce his wife because she was beautiful and virtuous? Besides, she killed her daughter for the sake of his family. There was not much food during the spring famine this year, and the military salary had not been paid for a long time. It was difficult to raise two children. It's too difficult.
His colleagues comforted him, and then, seemingly seven or eight years later, they talked about how economical it was to throw the daughters into Sangmengou. The families had not yet invested in the newly born children. grains of food, and their wives got rid of the burden of the newborn baby and could get up and do things quickly. The captain's family had already thrown their three children into the Sangmen ditch. The thought of the burden on his family if he did not do this was enough to make him think about it. This behavior is praised endlessly.
The cold moonlight shone on the edge of the cliff of Sangmen Valley. A beautiful woman walked up here, with a smile on her face, and threw a baby into the ditch. The baby was covered in blood, and it was obvious that he had just been born.
With the last cry of the baby, the ditch was dyed with a layer of red light by the moonlight. When he looked up again, he saw that there was also a faint trace of blood in the full moon, and the woman occupying the boss's sky next to him The star slowly dimmed.
He was floating in the air with the wind and saw women, old or young, crying or laughing day and night, throwing their babies into the ditch and scattering their newborn flesh and blood. On that broken and defiled barbarian altar.
He knew that the altar was destined to be broken. This was something that no immortal or wizard could understand. A complete altar was not as good as a broken one to highlight and honor it, just like the Jade Belt Kingdom that dominated this area. It is not as good as the destroyed Yudai Kingdom to strengthen it.
Although the altar is broken, it is more glorious than ever.
Many black-robed priests were killed on the broken altar and then burned. They thought that this would defile the altar and eliminate the source of the dark power. They thought they were winning, but in fact they were helping him win.
They will soon learn that killing priests and breaking altars is futile and futile, destined only to show that it cannot be defeated by such actions. As the altar was broken and defiled, more and fresher human flesh and blood was poured onto the altar. Now there are no black-robed priests worshiping at the ruins, but there are mothers bringing their own daughters to offer sacrifices. The awareness of death praise has never been so strong in this land.
He stretched his hands in all directions, and there were unusual forces pulsating in the air. The mountains and water were shaking, as if they were issuing a silent warning: "Get away, this is not the place you should be!"
But this will be its place, they will know one day.
His body was tumbling, and his eight arms were eager to leave the body, because in his body, the evil eye nourished by the flesh and blood of human babies was eager to break out of his body, and it wanted to tear the shell of the demon. , with a brand new attitude...even swallowing those eight arms.
Xiao Qianqiu did not speak. He is a true immortal for thousands of years. His eyes have seen the leaves falling from the trees in Qingzhou a thousand times. He has seen the snow on the distant mountains melting a thousand times. However, today he knows, In front of other existences, this is an insignificant experience and lifespan. How long have they been watching them like this? When the disciples of the Yunxi Sect crossed Yuexi Mountain for the first time, were there any of their apostles? Are the ensuing battles among the immortal families, and even the battle between the five elements and five colors, also caused by them? Is there any use in thinking about all this now? Is all this part of "its" plan?
Although the altar is broken, there are more sacrifices.
He seemed to have heard this sentence somewhere, but only when all this was revealed in front of him, he truly understood that it was by no means a desperate lie. It was them who should be desperate.
Hualin wiped his sweat and projected his newly acquired power far away.
