Volume 1 Huangquan December, Chapter 104: Quiet without revealing the machine
The little boy was a genius during his lifetime.
He was born with very abundant spiritual power in his body, and coupled with his intelligence and good understanding, as a teenage boy, his ability far exceeded that of many adult onmyojis.
He is very famous in that area. Although the child's naughty nature is still there, he is well taught at home. He has rare sympathy for the poor. Whenever they encounter difficulties, as long as they ask him for help, he will definitely help them.
He will find a way to solve the problem. If any family is oppressed by the nobles, he will also come to the door to reason. Because the little boy comes from a family of onmyojis, he has a bit of face outside, and the whole family loves him very much, and they are not afraid that he will "make trouble outside"
". Although he usually relies on his talent and arrogance, he also shouts at the adults and makes gesticulations, but everyone refrains from talking about it.
This is how the root of the disaster was laid bit by bit.
No matter how you say it, you are just a kid. The officers, soldiers and nobles are used to being arrogant. How can they still be angry with you? But his whole family is famous onmyoji. Even if he wants to pick one to scare the monkeys, he really doesn't dare to act rashly.
.If there is any trouble, his family in the court will definitely come to settle the accounts. After pinching and pinching, he is the only weak persimmon left. So what if you are a genius? You are just a half-grown bastard who wants to clean up.
Aren't you simple yet?
As a result, a sophisticated and vicious conspiracy was quietly launched. Usually, the little boy offended too many villains, but these villains happened to be "adults" from famous families. Before the Jingzhe sacrifice, the nobles united and bribed
The priests and goddesses who performed the ritual came up with a rule that had been abolished for many years - blood sacrifice.
This was just over 20 years ago. Even at that time, when it came to killing people to sacrifice to heaven, no one would stand up except in places that were too isolated. Even the old people in the city would never stand up.
I agree. But the little boy is really unlucky. There has been no good harvest in that place for three consecutive years, and the court has been sending relief food here. In the first year, there was heavy rain, the river embankment collapsed, and there was a flood.
All the harvested grain fields were washed away; in the second year, monsters did evil and almost burned all the granaries in the city overnight; in the third year, strong winds swept up the fertile fields that were growing well. This time it was really real.
It's hard to tell. This place is far away from the coast, and strong winds rarely appear on the flat land. But if it is said to be a monster, no evidence has been found yet.
What the monster did was not unreasonable. After all, besides humans, the little boy had offended a lot of monsters. After such a "coordination", if you let the goddess fool you a few words, there will always be five out of ten who believe it. Before the sacrifice.
, they "invited" the little boy from their house, and they naturally agreed without hesitation. Until that day, he put on tailor-made sacrificial attire and stood by the altar with the big shots and the audience.
The common people were listening to the hexagrams written in a heavenly book, and he noticed something strange. No matter how unlucky the year was, it was not his turn to repeat the tattered customs that had been eliminated long ago. He was thinking about whose child would be wanted on the spot.
If they were to die, he had to find a way to save them.
No matter how many times it is, it cannot be counted on his own head.
When the dim-eyed old lady who couldn't even stutter pointed at him, he simply thought that he had seen it wrong. It wasn't until a group of masked executioners with strange decorations came over, waving gleaming knives with their teeth and claws, that he realized it was
What's going on? I looked at the group of dog officials around me. They all nodded with satisfaction. No matter how slow they were, they should figure it out.
"Fart! The old rules from a hundred years ago are revealed to me here, you are so brave! I see who dares to touch a hair on my head! Get out of my way!"
"You brat, it's not you who has the final say!" An official stroked his beard.
"Let me go! Where are my parents? I want to see my parents! If you dare to offend me, I will make you miserable!"
He struggled like crazy, but the group of people pointed and pointed as if they were laughing. One of them said:
"Didn't you notice that no one from your family came? You are all very busy, and you only send one person to send us away every year. You finally invited the young master to come out, but why did you just leave at your request?"
The little boy broke free from the person who was twisting his arm, ran to the edge of the altar and shouted to the people watching below:
"Dear fellow villagers, I have helped you a lot on weekdays, but don't pretend to be dead at this time!"
The common people looked at each other in confusion. They did feel something was wrong, but they couldn't explain it. One of them, carrying firewood on his back, rushed up and shouted:
"This rule is indeed broken. And why is it such a coincidence that God wants to kill him?"
Before he finished speaking, the woman holding the child next to him anxiously tugged at the corner of his clothes and motioned for him to shut up.
"Bah!" A sinister man on the stage raised his waistband, "Whoever the goddess said is who it is! If you dare, let this kid do the math for you on the spot, whose child will be sacrificed to the gods to bring peace to the gods?
angry!"
The crowd suddenly became quiet. Their eyes were all fixed on the little boy, as sharp as a knife. He was suddenly speechless and opened his hands to make gestures. Everyone was wary of his every move.
I was afraid that his child would die just like that if he said a word.
Those eyes no longer held the usual reverence and prayer, but instead were just dodging and keeping a distance with timidity.
If you let him point out anyone at random, maybe that group of people really dared to kill. But by this time, the little boy had already understood that it was too late. His death would be more beneficial to the people above and below than if he were alive.
People are satisfied.
“Okay, okay, okay, okay”
His eyes became vacant and he shouted incomplete words. People felt that he was going crazy with anger.
But still no one came forward.
The sword fell from his hand, and blood foam flew everywhere. The people on the stage looked like a group of hungry hunting dogs. A little fishy smell could trigger a carnival and feast. The desire for spiritual power made them rush forward regardless of their appearance, and bit into those things.
Broken limbs. The lambs in the audience stared blankly at everything - their head sheep and their shepherd dogs were turned into pieces invisible to the naked eye between the sharpness of the knives and teeth. They just looked at nothing.
Don't say anything, don't do anything.
You can find the sheep and the dog again, but you can't lose your life.
"Mom, what are they doing?" A little girl shook her mother's arm.
"They're eating meat."
"What kind of meat? I want to eat it too."
"Don't dare! Those are all the official's things."
The hyenas dispersed, leaving only a pool of blood in the center of the altar, and not even the bones were left. It was as if the child who had been mutilated there had never existed from the beginning. Everyone licked the blood from the corners of their mouths, their faces covered with tears.
However, their bodies were all red that could not be washed away. They returned to their seats contentedly and turned back into human beings, showing smiles of satisfaction after a gluttonous meal.
"At that moment, the sky turned blood red, and a dark pillar of light shot straight into the sky from the center of the altar. The entire cloud seemed to be soaked in blood and ink, revealing a terrifying mottled color. In the blink of an eye, the clouds fell in waves.
Black raindrops. People touched their faces, and when the black sticky water spread away, it turned out to be bright red. Then, the crowd began to scream and run away, because they found those things spreading on the skin like man-eating ants, eroding, and drilling into the skin.
It was biting to the bone. The nobles under the tent didn't know what happened, but they just smelled the smell of burning meat. But soon, their stomachs swelled up, getting higher and higher, like poor people who had eaten Guanyin soil.
, until all of them exploded, and their intestines and stomachs were all over the floor."
Mr. Jiyue spoke vividly, and several listeners frowned. Especially Duan Yuesheng, who came over at some unknown time, his brows were simply furrowed.
"What happened next?" Aluan, who had also appeared at an unknown time, asked quietly from the table. Even the little black and white guy seemed to be scared, curling up on the back of her neck and not daring to move.
"Then, the little boy's spirit jumped in front of everyone's eyes, screaming, shaking their shoulders, and kept shouting: 'Why are you hurting me! Why don't you help me! You all deserve to die, every one of you
Everyone deserves to die!" The moment he was unjustly killed because of his abundant spiritual power, he turned into a terrifying evil spirit and a terrifying ghost, seeking their lives one by one. The people in the whole city melted in this rain of blood.
He disappeared from there. But he was still not satisfied - he felt that no matter men, women, old people or children, as long as he was a human being, his nature was evil and indifferent. He wanted everyone to die just like that, and the neighboring towns were also destroyed by him.
He killed them one by one, and the death was miserable and twisted. When he was about to kill the thousandth person, countless black iron chains rose from the ground and tied him tightly."
This is Yingyue-kun's business.
Except for Duan Yuesheng, they all heard it, but they didn't dare to say a word.
"Looking at him this way, he's actually quite pitiful." He said.
"Oh? You think so?" Lord Jiyue turned his face slightly, "Aren't those people who were killed by him in the past and those who will be killed in the future no longer pitiful?"
"I believe there are still good people, but there is a reason why he is like this." Duan Yuesheng scratched his head.
"Even if you say this, it won't change anything. That gentleman, the Lord of Naraku, used a chain formation to trap him. Only the sound came from the earth. Asked him if he knew he was wrong? He just screamed,
He just went crazy, listening to nothing and saying nothing. After seven days and seven nights of stalemate, he calmed down and answered firmly - 'What's wrong with me?'"
People deserve to die. People are dirty to their core. Everyone deserves to die.
Such thoughts have been deeply ingrained into his soul.
"Originally, the gentleman wanted him to walk around the world, experience it for a few years, and take a good look at the truth, goodness, and beauty that actually exist. But for more than twenty years, he has not regretted a day, and he has tried every means to escape from the control of the demon-binding rope. No matter what
He fled to the ends of the earth, and that voice always lingered - 'Do you know you are wrong?'"
——Everyone in this world is evil, who shouldn’t die?
——You still don’t know you are wrong.
So the chains were tightened even tighter, causing him to roll on the floor in pain and scream at the top of his lungs.
He slowly learned to compromise and pretended to accept his fate. But until he woke up, he would never truly get rid of his shackles. Until one day, he finally did something wrong again.
