"I...we have been separated for two years. I, I miss him." Under Ye Qingning's questioning, the villager's psychological defense finally collapsed.
Even if you have faith, you can't resist missing your own flesh and blood.
"If you want, come with me now and I will take you to see him." Ye Qingning said: "But do you still recognize him now?"
"I recognize him. My ancestral bracelet is on his left hand. He has never taken it off. I recognize him." The villager shouted angrily: "How could I not recognize my own child?"
"Then let's go. If you have children, follow me. I will take you to see your children." Ye Qingning turned around and left resolutely.
These villagers looked hesitant, but looking at Ye Qingning's back, some of them finally couldn't help but stand up and follow her.
In the mandrill cave, there are also several broken limbs and severed arms of mandrills, which were left over from Chen Yu's fierce battle with these mandrills last night.
In the deepest part of the cave, there is a huge pit, and in this pit, there are numerous bones.
These white bones are not big in size, and they can be seen as children. The inheritance of the Wu clan has been going on for nearly twenty years since Wu Ming came to power.
His slogan is to revitalize the Wu Clan, so the villagers support him. About twenty to thirty children are sent to the Wu Clan every year, and the fate of most of them is to rest here.
Some of these skeletons have become white bones due to time, while others have just rotted and have bones that have been chewed into pieces.
"Second treasure, my second treasure." Suddenly, a woman roared hysterically and jumped into the pit.
She stumbled and crawled towards a corpse in the pit. The owner of this corpse should be a child of about six years old.
He should have been sent to the Holy Land during this ancestor worship ceremony, and it was only a week ago.
But now the child has been chewed to pieces by mandrills and can only be barely identified from his clothes.
"Ah, treasure, my treasure, why is this happening, why?" The woman cried hoarsely, and even because of the excitement, the tears flowing from her eyes were two lines of bloody tears.
She hugged the child tightly, held the child's broken head, and cried hysterically.
She recognized that the new clothes the child was wearing were specially prepared by her for the ancestor worship ceremony.
She believed that if she dressed beautifully, she would be chosen by Gu Ancestor, and when the time came, she would learn all kinds of skills and stand out.
But who would have thought that when we meet again after a few days, mother and son are already separated by yin and yang.
"Huahua, this is my Huahua." The villager who was being questioned by Ye Qingning suddenly saw a bracelet tied with a red string among a pile of bones.
He rushed forward, grabbed the bracelet, and screamed: "Huahua, where are you? Huahua, I am Abba, where are you?"
The bracelet was dropped in the pit, and his child had been sent away for two years. Now he couldn't even tell which of his child's bones it was. He was kneeling in the pit, roaring.
The villagers finally believed it, and there was a burst of crying at the scene. All the people threw themselves into the pit, trying to find their children among the bones.
Hell is empty and the devil is in the world.
It has been twenty years since Wu Ming came to power and proposed to revitalize the Wu clan and select talented and intelligent children to practice witchcraft in the Holy Land. There are hundreds of bones in this deep pit.
How many children have left their homes, been separated from their loved ones, and ended up sleeping in this deep pit?
Ye Qingning sighed, her faith collapsed, and her relatives were separated from each other. This must be the biggest punishment for others.
She stood up silently, bowed slightly to the pit in front of her, and left resolutely with the others.
Chen Yu was taken to a cave in the Holy Land, which was halfway up the mountain.
He was brought blindfolded along the way, and the black cloth on his head was not removed until he was taken into the deepest part of the Holy Land of the Witch Clan.
Chen Yu looked around. This place was a stone room. He knew from his feeling that he should be inside the cave now.
In front of him was an altar. In front of the altar was a huge cauldron, with a ball of fire inside the cauldron. On top of the altar, stood a tall statue of a god.
The statue is carved from stone, with wings, a beak and a hooked nose, and cold eyes.
The stone chamber was carved manually and is surrounded by murals similar to hieroglyphs.
Engraved on the mural are some of the origins and inheritance of the Wu clan, from the defeat of the Jiuli clan and being demoted to this bitter cold place, to the dire straits of all living beings here, until the appearance of a man with wings and an eagle's beak.
Chen Yu probably understood the meaning of the mural. At this moment, footsteps sounded inside the room. When he looked back, he saw the village chief walking cautiously.
"Is it you?" Chen Yu was not surprised when he saw the village chief.
The reason why people like Wu Ming were able to successfully brainwash the villagers and willingly send their children to die in the Holy Land of the Wu Clan was certainly due to the contribution of the village chief.
"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry." The village chief bowed slightly to Chen Yu, and he sighed and said, "There is nothing I can do."
"You have always known what Wu Ming and the others did, right? Do you know that most children who go to participate in the ancestor worship selection are actually destined to die?" Chen Yu asked.
"Practice the art of witchcraft and voodoo is not that simple. You have to endure pain that ordinary people cannot bear. Therefore, we can only use voodoo cultivation to eliminate them. This is also to ensure that our voodoo clan is prosperous and everlasting." The village chief.
Straighten up.
"Don't be so righteous. If Wu Ming doesn't give you any benefits, will you support him?" Chen Yu smiled.
"Are you Chen Yu?" At this moment, a man wearing a red witch robe appeared in front of the altar.
This man holds a scepter and wears a golden mask, with only one sharp eye exposed.
There were three commanders standing behind him, their faces covered with silver-gray, black, and white metal masks respectively.
The golden mask was none other than Wu Ming. He walked slowly down the altar and looked at Chen Yu with a pair of interested eyes.
"Are you Wu Ming?" Chen Yu also raised his head and looked directly at Wu Ming.
"Yes, I am Venerable Wu Ming." Wu Ming nodded.
"This name is long enough, but you can really put your face on it, Venerable Wu Ming?" Chen Yu smiled: "Are you worthy of this name?"
"Why don't you deserve it?" Wu Ming smiled.
He turned around and raised his hands: "My clan is inherited from Jiuli, and the witch ancestor is the demon god Chi You. After the ancient divine war, our clan was relegated to this bitter and cold place."
"Poisonous insects are rampant here, and the people are living in dire straits. Nine out of ten people in our clan will die here. Fortunately, the ancestors of Gu will appear in the future, and combine with witchcraft to create a lineage of Gu. This way, the fire of our clan can be kept alive."