In the midst of such wonderful music, Penghao stood quietly and faced Beiwen. Neither of them said a word. For a moment, the ancient blowing stage was filled with the faint sound of the piano and the sound of wind. A tree beside the blowing stage
The small tree swayed gently in the wind, and a few leaves fell, spinning in the air and rushing toward the river below the stage...
The wind slowly covered the ancient blowing platform. The cold north wind passed by the blowing platform. The late autumn night was so thick, so cold, and it made people's hearts tighten. The eleven people on the blowing platform
None of the women spoke anymore. They had been on this platform for a whole day. No one could eat the morning and noon meals. They had cried and cursed, but now they were numb and tired. They no longer wanted to struggle.
, this is how you accept your fate.
The lights lit up one by one. In such a cold night, it was not a kind of warmth, but a kind of life-threatening cold. They knew that their time was really running out. Only this night still belonged to them.
.Tomorrow, when the sun rises, as soon as the funeral trumpet sounds over there, they will line up and walk towards their final destination. So what kind of sleepless night will this night be?
He moved slowly along the steps from the bottom of the balcony to the top of the blowing platform. He didn't hear the sound of footsteps, and only saw black heads emerging from below one after another. They were like souls without bodies.
One after another, they walked up and lined up on the ancient fluting stage, with their backs facing north and south. They were all dressed in black, with a piece of snow-white underwear exposed at the collar. The color of the underwear was the same white as their faces.
They had no expressions, only movements. They stood quietly, holding a red lacquered wooden plate with both hands. On the plate was a white and shiny porcelain bottle. A thin willow branch was inserted into the mouth of the bottle. They were like this
Facing this group of panic-looking women, he said nothing.
The nine girls who were waving Xing Dulu stood up in panic and huddled together uneasily. Merlin was still sitting quietly behind the piano table. Penghao was sitting on the railing opposite her. They just raised their heads.
I glanced at these people and said nothing.
The thing is, they all knew, like the nine girls, that they were doomed. Even if they had never seen these people, they had heard of them. This was the ritual team under the ceremonial officer. When they came, the priest would follow
It's coming.
What about the person who cut the tomb and cut the chimney? Is he a man or a woman? Some people say that the high priest is neither a man nor a woman, so he is an intersex person. Who knows?
?Everyone only knows that the Ghost Priest is in charge of the human sacrifice ceremony in Tangcheng. It is said that he can reach the underworld and convey the thoughts of the deceased ancestors to others. How can a mortal explain such a thing clearly? Let’s talk about mortals.
Anyone who has seen the ghost priest will definitely no longer be in the mortal world. How can you say that?
The head slowly rose up after changing the curtain. This head didn't seem to be any different from the previous one. It was just that the crown on its head was different from the others. It was neither gold nor jade.
, something that was neither copper nor iron, was carved into a ferocious face.
The cute silk poked and waved Shang Mu slowly. Slowly, his whole body walked onto the ancient fluting stand. When she saw the ghost priest for the first time, Penghao was stunned for a moment. She did not expect that this ghost priest
The teacher turned out to be a man, a young man, a very handsome man.
The ghost priest is beautiful, which is not bad at all. This ghost priest makes Penghao feel beautiful, and his beauty is different.
There was a strange, sinister, and cold feeling. Penghao glanced at Merlin, and in the latter's eyes, she saw the same surprise and confusion as her own.
Xuan couldn't help but want to laugh again. In the last days, it was interesting to see such a weirdo. Isn't it? How many interesting things can there be in a person's life? In the last days, it can still be
Isn't it nice to see such a person?
He slowly walked to the front of the ritual team, stood in the middle, and slowly turned around. He began to move his lips and mutter something. Slowly, a layer of fog began to appear on the ancient fluting stage.
.This light smoke-like fog looked so weird in the night. Slowly, the fog surrounded the nine girls who were huddled together on the blowing platform.
The ghosts walked away slowly, step by step, and walked in front of the ghost priest, automatically forming a line. The ghost priest didn't even look at them, and similarly, he didn't even look in the direction of Penghao and Merlin.
Xuan just pointed his hand in the direction of Merlin. His long black sleeves and slender white hands suddenly hit Penghao's eyes. Penghao only felt that a white mist dispersed in front of his eyes, and he knew nothing.