maid's harem life

Chapter 2

With the ear-piercing sound of impact, a huge disk appeared underground, and two straight cracks merged into one place and spread out slowly.

The disc was opened, and the ancient foundation stone dragged its heavy body, receding to the surroundings.

What caught my eye was the pool full of red. Qingyin took a step back in fear, but found that there was no way out.

It's hard to tell whether it's water or blood, it's scarlet, and no matter how violent the wind is, it doesn't make any ripples.

The crawling wolves scrambled to form a group, their heads raised high, and howled coldly.

"Woooo..." Amber eyes gleamed fiercely, wanting to tear life apart.

Suddenly, the ground was empty, and Qingyin grabbed the surroundings in a panic. The person fell due to the huge weightlessness, and finally grabbed the corner at the end.

I don't know how the original dense net was broken.

His hands turned white due to exertion, and Qingyin subconsciously glanced at the pool, and the grip on his hands became tighter.

The man's white figure walked around the disc, Qingyin was only wearing a short sleeve, and it was late autumn at this time.

In the ear, the sound of his own breathing became heavier and heavier, and his hands gradually became numb.

The crowd below all raised their heads, and from time to time there were people pushing and shoving to move forward.

"Ah..." Qingyin was finally exhausted, and her back fell first.

With a "pa", the thick water rippled, and quickly stained her white clothes, refusing to retreat.

There was a burst of heat on the back, and Qingyin struggled to get his head out. It didn't seem like blood, and it even had a faint fragrance.

"Let me go up," she yelled weakly to the surroundings, but she couldn't go forward because of the surrounding wolves.

Annoyed, Qingyin approached the wall of the pool, and a wolf loosened its restraint a long time ago and pounced on it.

"Ah..." the woman exclaimed, and retreated again.

"Wash well, wash away the dust on your body, you are a blood slave bestowed to me by God, tonight is the eve of your blooming splendor." The man stopped aside, his snow-white robe was not stained with dust. .

"What kind of blood slave, where is this, let me go back" Qingyin hit the pool surface with one hand, splashing her face beautifully.Along the fair cheeks, it flows to her delicate chin.

The man said nothing, but laughed loudly: "Pull her up."

"Yes" several guards separated from the pack of wolves and went down to the pool.

As soon as she was pulled ashore, Qingyin felt cold, her body was dyed red.

Before he could take a few breaths, he was put on the balcony beside him, walked up a few stone steps, and was brought to a wooden cross.

"Hey, I'm not from your side, let me go quickly." Qingyin felt that it was difficult to speak, and it didn't make sense.

After struggling a few times, they were still carried up.

His hands were lifted up again, but they were tied to the sides. Was there any mistake, Qingyin kicked at the guard beside him with all his strength.

Her mind was clouded, everything was so weird and strange.

The person who was kicked didn't respond, but the guard next to her stepped forward and tied her legs to the pillar behind her.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of red cloth covered the wooden frame above, and also covered Qingyin's entire body.

She shook her head uneasily, and the water stains on her hair dripped down her neck.

There was a dead silence again, there was nothing more frightening than this, Qingyin simply closed her eyes, drooped to the side, and fell asleep.

A burst of drumming came from all around, she woke up suddenly and raised her head.

The surrounding area was still the same piece of red cloth, the sky was getting dark, and Qingyin moved her bound hands anxiously, unable to move at all.

A corner of the red cloth was lifted slowly, revealing a little light, until Qingyin's whole body was exposed in the cool night, and the people around were boiling.

She blinked uncomfortably, and saw a man standing a few steps away from her, with his back to her, and a black robe dragged around.Beside him, surrounded by a circle of unburned braziers, the man stood in the center, standing alone.

On the triangular wooden frame around the high platform, young girls were tied one by one, which happened to be connected together, forming a circle.

The man turned half sideways, and Qingyin happened to see his side face, just like the man in the daytime, with a ghostly face.

The silvery white moonlight shone on the high-rise terrace, with a little bit of light, making the color of Qingyin's body even more gorgeous.

The man stepped aside, and on the high terrace, all the people around him knelt down and shouted for the high priest.

Qingyin only felt that it exploded with a bang, it turned out that he had caught up with the sacrifice.

The high priest stopped at the foot of the stone steps and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, the time has come."

On the high throne, on the body of the blood fox fur, lay a man safely. The bright yellow color representing the Son of Heaven stands out somewhat brightly in this dark night.A handful of hair, covering the sky and covering the earth, hangs on the back of the chair.

The man raised his eyes slightly, and there was no ripple at the bottom of the dark pool. This man has the most evil face in the world, no, it should be said to be coquettish.Now, he is hiding under his body, flaunting his whole body, dangerous and suffocating.

The corners of the mouth curled up seductively, and the voice was burning like a fire: "Let's start."

Beside him, different women were sitting quietly, all of the same beauty and style.

It can be seen from the clothes alone, the rank of the noble concubine.

The high priest withdrew his body and returned to Qingyin, still standing with his back facing him, his hands raised suddenly, his sleeves fell to his shoulders, and his half-tied hair flew out.The black robe on his body spread out to both sides, like a cloak being pulled open.

Ten fingers intertwined, and with a light drink, the surrounding brazier rubbed and burned.

Qingyin looked down at the man in the center, and then the mist became faint, as if entering another kind of virtual world.

With the rapid burning of the fire, the tied women raised their heads, and there was a clear bloodstain on the neck.In an instant, the blood flowed down the delicate texture, and Qingyin didn't even see clearly how they were bled.

The warm blood gathered under the woman's body at an unusual speed with residual warmth.

Qingyin's eyes widened, and she looked at it for a while and shouted, this is a blood sacrifice, it was recorded in the book before, in ancient times, pure virgin blood was used to worship the so-called gods.

And himself, unexpectedly became the tribute of this sacrificial ceremony.That's what the man in white said, blood slave.

"No, you can't do this," Qingyin struggled and shook his body: "The way you sacrifice is too bloody and stupid."

The women who had been bled were silent and looked forward with clear eyes at the king on the throne.

Qingyin followed their line of sight, and saw the man's eyes fixed on her, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

That kind of smile is like looking at the prey in his hands and expressing his joy when he is on the verge of death. On the one hand, there is a chilling fear, and on the other hand, it is the ruler who plays with people and manipulates people's lives.

The man stood up suddenly, his bright yellow robe fluttering, and his untied hair was even more sinister to the extreme.

As Emperor Ming stepped down the stone steps, his originally calm eyes turned into a coquettish red strangely after seeing the blood stains spreading all over the ground.

At that time, a kind of excitement after seeing blood.

Voiceless completely collapsed, Blood Sacrifice, who was originally ignorant and backward, controlled his own life and death in this different time and space.

"Let go of me, do you hear me? What do you want to do?" Qingyin stared at the people who kept running up in fear, and there were piles of dry firewood all around her.

Could it be that he wanted to burn himself to death.

Seeing that no one paid attention to her, Qingyin became even more anxious: "I'm not from your side, let me go."

The hand was worn out due to the constant struggle, and the man in front of him finally turned his head.

Under the face of a ghost, he couldn't see his real face clearly, but his deep eyes seemed to have some coolness, straight into his heart.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the guard beside him had already held a torch, waiting for an order.

Underworld Emperor did not go down the stone steps, perhaps because he was afraid of getting his feet dirty, he waved his hand lightly, and glanced at the woman: "Light the fire."

"Yes" The people on the side looked a little impatient, and raised the torch in their hands.

Just one point, that is, the fragrance disappears and the jade dies.

"Wait," the priest stepped forward, "Your Majesty, she is not suitable for sacrifice."

Qingyin opened and closed her eyes, if she hadn't been caught by the rope, she would have been scared to the ground.

"Oh." Underworld Emperor lightly raised his eyebrows, with a playful expression on his face: "Why?"

"Because she is not a virgin, Your Majesty, can't you see it."

What is this with?Qingyin accepted her doubts, it was better than no life at all.

"Haha..." Underworld Emperor laughed abruptly: "Is it true, you will only know if you try it."

The priest glanced sideways at Qingyin, from top to bottom, nothing was missed.

"Then the emperor will know if he tries it."

Underworld Emperor suppressed his smile, and said evilly: "Then drag it down and cut it off."

or die?Qingyin glanced at the two of them and swallowed back her words.

"Your Majesty, please save her life. After all, God blesses me, and I cannot resist it." The man's tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and his exposed chin was full of determination.

"Hmph, so what about God's will." Xiehu lowered his eyes and looked into the depths of the mask: "I have never been afraid, but you are the one who begs for such a woman." Finally, he swept his gaze to the tied woman and turned back. Arrived at the altar.

The corner of the bright yellow robe showed a last ray of splendor, and several people stepped forward and put Qingyin down.

Rubbing the numb hands and feet that were bound, Qingyin took a step forward, just came to this strange world, and encountered such a thing, fortunately, met a good person.

"Thank you" Qingyin looked at the man under the ghost's face, with a worship-like holiness in his bright black eyes.

The man turned his head sideways, only the curvature of his chin could be seen, and a few black hairs were raised on his cheeks.

The feet were wet for a while, Qingyin lowered her head subconsciously, but saw the red all over the ground coming together, and the man beside him suddenly grabbed it with one hand, and the blood flowed into the round basin below, forming a river.

The surrounding guards, noble concubines, and officials in court clothes all stood up excitedly. The man at the top, against the red light, looked the most enchanting on the bloody fox fur.

(End of this chapter)