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Chapter 281 Resurrection of the Old Gods (5)

After Zhao Yutang's blood was taken the next day, dozens of women in black robes poured into the temple, some old and some young, all of them were trained to be expressionless. At first glance, they looked like puppets carved out of the same mold .

Zhao Yutang was ordered to recite the sacrificial words with these people. Unlike the expressionless faces, these women were sincerely devout when they recited the sacrificial words, and they didn't feel bored at all when they chanted the sacrificial words over and over again.

Amid the converging chanting, the old woman sprinkled Zhao Yutang's blood on the statue, and these blood lines came to Qin Wu with the people's low-pitched prayers.

These sacrificial words were originally created for the convenience of praying to the gods. Their wishes were placed in the sacrificial words. When the gods heard it, they would use his power to help these people.

At this moment, Qin Wu was surrounded by golden sacrificial words, and he could hear the hearts of those who recited the sacrificial words, they came with a mission, so everyone's wish was to hope that Great Qin would prosper.

"May the great Qin prosper, the people be healthy, and the grace of the saints never fade."

"May the great Qin prosper, the people be healthy, and the grace of the saints never fade."

Da Qin?

Qin Wu hooked the twisting bloodline on his wrist, his thick and slender white eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a bit of a sarcastic smile on the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, a low-pitched female voice came in——

"So sleepy and hungry."

Hearing this voice, the bloodline that hooked his fingers became more lively, shuttling between his fingers non-stop.

The sacrificial speech will convey the person's greatest wish at the moment, so she is thinking about this at this moment?

Zhao Yutang really only thought about this, because she stayed up all night trying to find out why the pastry fell, and didn't touch the pastry on the altar table. The old woman insisted on making her kneel and recite the sacrificial speech, and it took an hour to recite. , On the one hand, she felt that she could fall asleep on her knees, and on the other hand, she was so hungry that her stomach hurt. It was really a pain.

After staying up for a while, the old woman finally called for a stop, telling everyone else to leave quickly.

She brought a bowl of rice and threw it in front of Zhao Yutang unceremoniously, "Eat it."

Zhao Yutang raised his head: "Where's the food?"

old woman:"……"

She gritted her teeth, "This is holy rice, it's for purifying the body, you must keep your body and soul clean, otherwise it's blasphemy!"

Zhao Yutang nodded.

So there is no such thing as a holy dish, is there?

After finishing the meal, the old woman forced her to drink the jar of spring water again. Zhao Yutang really didn't want to drink it, so he spilled the jar of water at the foot of the statue while she was going out.

She has observed that these women don't know whether they are in awe or fear of the statue, and they will never approach this place except when necessary. It is safest to sprinkle water here without being discovered.

In the realm of chaos, Qin Wu picked up a piece of wet robe, "..."

It's because he hasn't lost his temper for too long, have his good people forgotten that he has a bad temper?

"According to the national teacher's intention, you have to undergo a seven-day purification, and keep your body and mind clean during this period. Now I will take you to take a bath elsewhere. Come with me, don't look around."

This was the first time Zhao Yutang went out in two days. The winding corridors here were very hard to remember. Zhao Yutang followed the old woman all the way until he entered a simple and simple building.

She was first taken to take a bath and changed clothes, and then changed into the same white toga as before, and her face was covered with a thick layer of white powder.

Zhao Yutang felt that her face was falling off as soon as she spoke. It was hard for her to bear such a mask-like thing on her face, but it seemed that this was also part of the ceremony, and she had no right to refuse.

So she could only go back to the temple with such a big white face.

All sounds were amplified in the darkness. Zhao Yutang was just sitting and sleepy at first, but slowly, a subtle sound of water suddenly came from his ears, like the sound of surging water.

She seemed to be in the mountains, the grass and trees were fresh, and suddenly, the surrounding atmosphere changed, and the smell of burnt trees became stronger and stronger.

Zhao Yutang opened her eyes suddenly, and a group of burning ghosts came towards her. She turned over and avoided, and there was a large sea of ​​flames in front of her eyes, burning monsters and monsters in the fire. It was obviously a strange appearance of a beast, but the utterance from her mouth was sharp. human cries.

A cluster of flying flames landed on Zhao Yutang's arm, and there was a burning pain there. She was a little surprised, this place was clearly an illusion, and she could still feel it?
Alarm bells rang out in her heart, and she quickly dodged the flying fireball, and ran towards the open place amidst the endless cries of ghosts.

Burning trees flashed by her side, Zhao Yutang stepped over the last inch of scorched land, the next moment his feet were empty, and he fell into the soft green grass.

A piece of white clothes swayed gently by her hand, and there was a faint woody fragrance in the blowing wind.

This smell is so familiar, it is the smell of burning incense in the temple.

Qin Wu held a strand of blood in her left hand, which had just gushed out from where she was injured. It seemed that she had spotted him, and ran to him just like the strands before.

He leaned slightly and looked at the fallen girl at his feet. She was wearing a white toga, but she could vaguely see a slender figure under the clothes, which clearly showed that she was a young girl.

Is this the sacrifice Qin offered to him?
Qin Wu narrowed his eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand, the wide cuffs fell down, revealing a fingertip as white as jade.

Zhao Yutang had already sensed that there was someone beside her, and she raised her head, revealing a face that was covered in thick white powder, making it impossible to see clearly, and her makeup was a little off because she was running just now, making the overall messy face.

Qin Wu: "..."

He took two steps back and took his hands away at the same time. He folded his hands in front of him and stared at Zhao Yutang in surprise.

Why is his sacrifice so dirty?
Zhao Yutang: "...Didn't you want to pull me up?"

Qin Wu shook his head, "You're dirty."

Zhao Yutang: "..."

She got up by herself and looked up at Qin Wu. He looked exactly like the god statue, but he was more moving than the stone sculpture.

No wonder the old woman who enshrined him always said not to blaspheme the god. His appearance is too sacred, with a thick layer of human beings. In front of him, people can only prostrate and dare not raise their heads.

"You—— are the gods?"

It's a little different from what she thought, Zhao Yutang thought, this god in front of him is too gentle.

With his hands in his sleeves, Qin Wu was also looking at Zhao Yutang, and he recognized the meaning of her appearance. The white robe and white face clearly came from a wedding ceremony held thousands of years ago.

People are divided into men and women, often in pairs, so they also think that it is necessary to offer a partner to the gods, and start to raise wedding sacrifices. The sacrifices of wedding sacrifices are often carefully selected young children. It is also believed that God has no gender, so his partner should not have a specific gender, and needs to be blurred with foreign objects.

So, this is his wife?

he does not want.

(End of this chapter)