The sacrifice is a major event for the entire village, and everyone is required to participate.
There has been no sacrifice in the village for decades. The children, who had only heard about the grand spectacle of the sacrifice from the village elders, were very excited and cheered to enter the venue. Their parents worriedly pulled them back and put the Gu insects on them.
On the body.
"Don't lose the voodoo. This is a gift from the goddess. Once the voodoo is lost, the goddess will punish you." The woman was scolding her child: "If you make the goddess angry, no one can save you."
The child shrank his neck and responded in a low voice: "I know."
Sang Qi stood outside the court, silently raising his eyes.
This is a very high altar. Both the venue and the decoration of the altar convey a sense of solemnity. There are sculptures of different shapes placed next to it. The patterns are so complicated that the appearance of the sculptures is difficult to see clearly.
I just feel that the silver-gray outer skin has distinct veins, as if these sculptures will come alive in the next second.
Chen Shen's face looked a little ugly. He stood beside Sang Qi holding the jar of poisonous insects, as if all his energy and energy had been drained away from him.
Sang Qi was shocked by his appearance and asked, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, I just feel very weak." Chen Shen sighed: "I felt very tired when I woke up this morning, as if I had been on someone's back for three hundred rounds. I felt a little bad, so I went to check on the Gu worm.
really--"
He tilted the jar slightly and motioned for Sang Qi to take a look.
Sang Qi lowered his eyes and noticed that a black-red crack had opened on the Gu insect lying under the jar. It was shaking much more violently than before, as if it was in extreme pain, and something was trying to escape from the restraints of this shell.
Get out.
"I've been feeding it for too long, and it seems that my mind is connected." Chen Shen said: "It feels uncomfortable, and I don't have the strength. I don't know if it will be better after the dungeon is over."
Sang Qi is not very good at comforting others, but she is very good at many words: "It will definitely happen, just because of the influence of the copy, don't think too much."
Chen Shen yawned and cheered up: "Okay, let's end this dungeon as soon as possible! My fans and friends are still waiting for me to start a live broadcast to play games for them."
"What a dedicated person." Sang Qi sighed.
The two of them walked towards the priest's altar together. When they were about to reach the door, Sang Qi stopped.
"You go in first, and I'll arrive later," Sang Qi said.
Chen Shen didn't quite understand what she wanted to do, but he still nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you inside. Remember to tell me if you need anything."
He has already started to work as a follower with peace of mind.
After Chen Shen left, Sang Qi stood there, looking at the ridiculously high fence and lost in thought.
One thing that is different from others is that Sang Qi does not have Gu insects.
She was delivered to the priest from the very beginning, and the little priest obviously had no intention of letting her feed the poisonous insects. After all, the origin of his own poisonous poison was also very strange.
While the girl was standing there thinking, someone lightly touched her shoulder.
She subconsciously turned around and met the dark and beautiful eyes of the priest Wu Zhu. He was wearing a black cloak with a strange totem outlined in golden threads on the edge. He raised his hand and took off the hat.
"Why don't you go in?" Wu Zhu asked her.
Sang Qi spread his hands: "I don't -"
Before she could finish her words, a dark shadow emerged from Wu Zhu's wide sleeves and quickly jumped onto Sang Qi's shoulder.
It's a little black snake.
Wu Zhu's voice was clear and cold: "Now you have Gu."
Sang Qi raised her eyebrows. She raised her hand and touched the little black snake's head, thinking thoughtfully: "Actually, there is a question I wanted to ask before. Your soul was extracted and placed in the Gu, so what do you think?
Are your mind and five senses connected?"
She rubbed the little black snake's head.
Looking carefully, I found that the boy's earlobes were a little red.
Wu Zhu turned his head, put his hand on his lips, and coughed lightly: "...the same thing."
Thoughts, actions, feelings, and hurts are all connected.
Sang Qi understood. She curled her lips and looked at the little black snake: "So, when you lowered your head and let me touch it before, it was not the behavior of a Gu insect, but your idea?"
"..." Wu Zhu turned his head, "Come in quickly."
He put on the brim of his hat again and walked towards the altar without changing his expression.
If there is no smooth turning.
Sang Qi might believe his appearance.
The people who inspected the door mainly verified Gu insects. Most of the players came with jars in their arms, so when Sang Qi came over with a little black snake on his shoulder, the players paid attention to him for a long time.
"Is it a player?"
"It looks like it, but it doesn't look like it either. How can any player dare to touch these disgusting bugs?"
Sang Qi turned a deaf ear, but the little black snake on his shoulder turned its head slightly dissatisfied, spat out snake letters threateningly at the speaker, and exposed its fangs.
There are more sculptures inside, with all kinds of postures and everything. The only thing that remains unchanged is the depressing feeling.
It seemed like he would come alive in the next second.
"...Does the former great elder have anything to do with the goddess?" Sang Qi asked abruptly.
The little black snake froze for a moment, then looked at her innocently.
Sang Qi looked at it steadily for a while, then looked away: "It seems there is."
It's a pity that the little black snake can't talk and can't get more information.
The diary contained some information, but it was not comprehensive.
She still doesn't know who the person the goddess wants to resurrect is Wu Zhu's father.
Is it the former Grand Elder who wrote the diary?
Sang Qi thought, it was not impossible.
The questions she currently has are not limited to these. Another very important point is the issue of timeline.
At least forty years have passed since the last sacrifice, and the great elders who participated in the last sacrifice are all over fifty.
But the young priest Wu Zhu is obviously only in his teens and looks like he has just grown up. When a priest suddenly appears in a village where the sacrifice has long been completed, don't others have any doubts?
What happened in the intervening twenty years?
Sang Qi touched his chin, thoughtfully: "Or, in fact, you are already over fifty years old?"
She looked at the little black snake.
The little black snake's golden and beautiful snake eyes flashed with a hint of speechlessness.
Oh, it doesn't look like it.
Sang Qi regretfully gave up this idea.
The diary over there describes the general process of the sacrifice, which basically has to be presided over by the priest.
Several elders need to help.
To greet their common holy gods.
Sang Qi lowered his eyes and thought, with Wu Zhu and the goddess's undying energy in the snake cave, would he do anything?
The goddess didn't seem to have any objections to the priest presiding over the sacrifice. Was it because she was overconfident in her own strength, or was the priest guilty of punishment if he did something outrageous during the process?