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"It's already the third day, and there's still no movement from the gods. Master Guoshi, are you sure our human sacrifice will work?"

The old woman was still wearing her black robe, and her skin lacked moisture like dry bark. A little worry appeared on her face, "If the god of Ji thinks this is a kind of blasphemy, then we—"

As a waiter who has served Jishen for decades, she is very aware of the difference between the human sacrifice this time and the previous ones. What they offer this time is not an ordinary sacrifice, but a companion chosen to be the companion of Jishen.

In the past, when this kind of wedding ceremony was carried out to the end, the selected human sacrifices would be returned intact by the gods, but this time, in order to avoid this situation, the National Teacher asked them to use compulsory methods, directly using the blood of the human sacrifices. It is undoubtedly an act of blasphemy to act as an introduction to forcibly bind her to the god.

The national teacher took a sip of tea and dismissed the old woman's worries, "The current God is different from the past, what do you think the new god we have created with all our efforts will look like? If the new god is as violent as the old god, the same Arbitrary, then the method we use must be impossible to succeed, but—”

The national teacher smiled and said meaningfully, "Now this new god is famous for his good temper, and he doesn't care about our overstepping."

It doesn't matter, and you can't care about it.

Back when the old god was about to fall, the Emperor of Qin and the State Teacher tried their best to research a way to create a god, and created a new god before the old god fell, for what purpose?Of course, it is to rely on this new god to continue the foundation of Daqin.

After serving the gods for thousands of years, the people of the Qin family, especially the emperor of Qin, have long been unwilling to continue to be humble servants. They want to control the power by themselves, so in order not to repeat the same mistakes, the new gods created cannot be too strong. It's easy to control, and my temper can no longer be the same as before. Be gentle and manageable.

"So you don't need to worry, as long as the new god wakes up in seven days, the emperor will hold a banquet to celebrate, and it will be to your benefit."

The old woman bowed her head in response.

Zhao Yutang slept in the shrine all night, and when she woke up, she found that the silk covering the statue's head had fallen to the ground, and the statue was staring at her faintly, which was quite strange.

She sat up, tidied up the things she messed up, and then took the piece of silk cloth that fell on the ground to wipe off the dust that didn't exist on the statue.

"I'm sorry, but you shouldn't care about me."

"Hiss," Zhao Yutang stopped wiping, and saw that his fingers were burned red.

Angry?
You were so good-tempered yesterday, are you angry now?
Zhao Yutang didn't stay by the statue for too long, because it was almost time for the old woman to come over.

Not long after, the old woman brought a group of women in black robes to recite the sacrificial speech. As time went by, she had changed from one recitation a day to three times a day now, even more punctual than Zhao Yutang for eating.

The low recitation of the sacrificial words sounded, and the old woman recited the sacrificial words and walked to Zhao Yutang's side, motioning her to go to the side of the statue.

"Kneel down and say the sacrifice here."

Zhao Yutang followed suit, and because of the sitting position of the statue, her face-to-face with the statue at this time was a bit like worshiping.

The chanting of the sacrificial words became louder and louder, forming a sea of ​​sound, resounding throughout the entire temple.

Zhao Yutang lowered her head and recited the sacrificial speech, suddenly felt a chill on the top of her head, she raised her head quietly, and met the slightly lowered eyes of the god statue, wondering if it was her illusion, she always felt that the expression of the god statue had changed at this time, it was no longer The indifferent coldness before, but with a little look and... dissatisfaction.

dissatisfied?

Is it to blame her for covering his head with a silk cloth, or is it because she is fishing in troubled waters and reciting the sacrificial words upside down?

"Cough," Zhao Yutang felt a little guilty, silently followed the rhythm of the others, and honestly recited the sacrificial words.

The time spent in the temple passed extremely quickly, and the old woman would only bring people over when it was time to carry out the procedures. When she took Zhao Yutang's blood in the evening, Zhao Yutang took the opportunity to inquire about the situation.

"Will I die when the seven days are up?"

The old woman said coldly, "It is your honor to dedicate your life to the god of the clan, and you will not die at that time, but will go to the god of the clan."

Thinking of his own blood turning into a red thread wrapped around God's wrist, Zhao Yutang felt that he would at most turn into a ball of thread by then, and he could be regarded as going to God's side.

"What will happen after the sacrifice?"

Sacrifice always has a purpose, so it is definitely not as simple as praying and making a wish to spend so much time on this kind of ceremony, not to mention that the history books say that the god Uji has not issued an oracle for more than 200 years.

Wait, over 200 years...

Zhao Yutang raised his eyes, "After the sacrifice is over, will the god of clan wake up?"

The gods are the spiritual pillars of the common people, even the imperial family of the Great Qin Dynasty. During the 200 years of constant famines but the gods have been silent for more than [-] years, many people speculate that their gods have also fallen like the previous gods, but the state teacher said nothing to the outside world. Just sleeping, claiming to be the pious heart of the people of Daqin is not enough to wake up the gods.

Zhao Yutang believed that the God of the clan had not fallen but was asleep. After all, she had seen it in the illusion, so the purpose of her being sacrificed might be to wake up the god of the clan and let the god of the clan respond to Daqin's wish.

The old woman glanced at Zhao Yutang in surprise, and quickly put away her expression, "You don't need to know that much."

She stroked Zhao Yutang's hair, "You just need to know that as the princess of Daqin, you should do all this, and it is your mission."

Zhao Yutang was convinced that he was chosen because of her special status, but how could they guarantee that this sacrifice would be a success?Even if Jishen wakes up, will he surely fulfill the wishes of these people?
If she doesn't succeed, there will be other people selected after her, and the few princesses in the palace may not be spared.

Incense was lit in the shrine, blood was once again splashed on the statue, and a familiar feeling of dizziness came, but this time before Zhao Yutang opened her eyes, she felt her whole body being carried forward and fell heavily on the ground. on the ground.

As the dangerous breath came, Zhao Yutang subconsciously rolled over to hide, and opened his eyes in the scorching fire waves.

She was in the hot magma, surrounded by ghosts, but on the periphery of them were one after another frightened people. The expressions on the faces of these people were frozen at the moment of death, and they rushed forward crying and howling. go--

No, they didn't rush forward, they were grabbed by a powerful force, and their bodies were easily twisted, folded, and swallowed like pieces of paper.

This scene happened in just a few seconds, and Zhao Yutang saw clearly the figure standing in the middle among the jumping flames.

It is the god.