final catastrophe

Chapter 390 73. Blasphemy
Into the snake pit.

This is punishment from which no one can escape.

Rather than being escorted, it is better to execute it yourself.

The deep pit is full of black snakes. In the grooves, on the ground, and even on the walls of the pit, there are black snakes of different lengths.

The black snakes were cruelly gouged out of the snake eyes, and became more irritable.

Usually, this place is just throwing in skinned cattle and sheep, and raising them as sacrifices.

However, church members who violate the rules will also be dealt with in the same way.

Jiang Nanyue came late, and in other places, it might just be an apology, a sincere apology, and it would be good to get the understanding of others.

Maybe even nothing at all.

But here, delaying the execution of the ceremony is blasphemy.

Regardless of the reason, it was a mistake and needed to be punished, so she didn't wait for others to execute it, she had already jumped into the snake den.

Then sit in silence.

The black snake suddenly rushed like a wave.

sizzle.
Spit out the letter of the snake, and the smoky poisonous smell immediately turned into a colorful mist in the dark pit.

But Jiang Nanyue just sat quietly, she didn't even blink her eyes.

Looking at the darkness of nothingness, and the fluttering fire above the darkness.

The believers in the flames were expressionless.

This is not cruel, but a matter of course, even if they make mistakes, they will do like this red-haired girl.

No one will hesitate.

Death, for them, is nothing but return.

But before that, the lord must be rescued no matter what.

Moreover, as long as the adult is devout enough, the snake will never harm his fanatics.

Every member of the Black Snake Church believes so firmly.

Complicated and gloomy chants came from the top of the pit, and the brazier flickered on and off, casting countless strange shadows on the pale cave wall.

Suddenly, the ceremony bell sounded from nowhere.

Dangdang.
"it's time!"

And at this time, in the deep pit, the red-haired girl jumped up, her long hair was scattered like a ghost, and she dragged on the ground like a flaming evening dress.

The punishment time has passed.

She was unharmed, but the clothes she was wearing were already dirty, full of snake saliva and poisonous gas, so she couldn't wear them anymore.

So she didn't wear any clothes, just bare her pure upper body, walked to the totem step by step, and kowtowed deeply with all the believers.

Those who can gather here are naturally fanatics.

So even if ten beauties were stripped and thrown here, no one would take a second look.

They just hummed, chanted, and read long and incomprehensible texts repeatedly.

Until the very end, it seemed to be the end of the ceremony.

All the fanatics fell silent and lowered their heads.

And a terrifying breath suddenly emerged from the totem.

The flow containing the breath of death has been wrapped around the totem at some point.

The flow goes round and round, against the rules, from bottom to top, so endless.

And for every four reincarnations, there will be an extra "Black Snake Mark" on the forehead of a fanatic.

The fanatic will also climb a few steps forward to distinguish himself from the crowd.

Today is the ceremony of the Seven Serpents.

There are countless believers, only the seven most devout will be dubbed the title of "snake".

The red-haired girl dragged her hair seven or eight meters long, kowtowed, her eyes were wide open, her heart was beating as usual, but this heart was occupied by the Black Snake God.

That's what she believes in.

But occasionally the original soul will flash into another person's figure.

Although he was still a child, he was already as burly as a bear, with an arc-moon long knife slung around his waist, with a prodigal temperament on his body, and a bright smile in his pupils that could melt all ice.

I still remember when he still needed to be hugged by himself, the two of them rode the breeze, in the shining starry night, ran above the black forest until they climbed to the highest mountain.

From the stream that is about to flow into the waterfall in front, fish are fished out, grilled and eaten together.

Scene after scene, turned into an image engraved in my heart and mind.

This image washes away the past hundred years of imprisonment, and shines brightly in the only dark memories, making it possible to be remembered and dreamed again and again in the mind.

Yan'er, Aunt Yue.
It was just a flash of thought, but the title of the seventh "snake" fell on someone else.

The ceremony is finally coming to an end.

The red-haired girl suddenly came to her senses, her head was sweating profusely, and her soul was in severe pain due to the splitting of contradictions. She raised her head in surprise and bit her lip.

Isn't he destined for the Snake Moon?

This has been doomed since the day of waking up, firmly believed, how could it be taken away by others.

So, her heartbeat suddenly started to speed up.

Then she suddenly understood that she must have thought of that boy, so the Black Snake God felt blasphemed, so he took away his own glory.

A strong regret and resentment suddenly surged into my heart like a torrent, suppressing my chest.

So, she gasped for breath.

This abnormality quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding believers.

Suddenly there was a burst of frenzy but suppressed, and a mocking voice sounded from one side: "Did you have the idea of ​​blasphemy just now?"

The red-haired girl was silent.

"How can the Black Snake God be blasphemed? How can he be blasphemed? It's a crime for you to be late, and now you're still thinking of impiety?"

The frenzied voice is getting faster and faster.

The red-haired girl remained silent.

She has been driven into a desperate situation by the boy in her mind who is like the Son of the Sun.

Although it was just a thought, this lingering trace of affection had already ruined her.

"Look at your embarrassing appearance. It's a shame to have you in the church. Tell me, what do you think of?"

The red-haired girl began to hate the sudden appearance.

"Could it be that you haven't fully fused yet? Or are you still dominated by your original soul?"

The fanatical voice suddenly realized and made a guess. The believers turned their heads and distanced themselves, as if they were traitors with just a slight thought.

"Let me guess, let me guess, you cousin, what are you thinking!"

The frantic voice continued.

He seemed to be meditating, thinking about the life of the red-haired girl in front of him.

But he didn't notice that the pupils of the person in front of him gradually turned cold, which was a kind of determination, a determination to bury it even if it existed.

"It's that kid, you want him to be your man?"

The fanatical voice was full of sarcasm, without being polite.

"enough!"

The red-haired girl stood up abruptly.

"how?"

The frantic voice brought a deeper madness, his pupils were wide open, and he stood up condescendingly, with a frenzied and frenzied expression showing from his whole body.

In the flickering flames of the brazier, his appearance appeared.

Short hair stood up, brushed back slightly, square face, with a neatly trimmed beard, if you wear a smile on weekdays, you will definitely give people a sense of politeness and extreme reliability.

The clothes are pure white, very decent, so that even if he is in the palace, he will look dignified. If he is in a poetry meeting and other occasions, he will be considered a talented person from a wealthy family.

(End of this chapter)