Many things have a chain reaction, which can be called the butterfly effect or destined.

When Liu Nansheng trembled and lit the red candle, the enshrined god gravel reflected the faint candlelight, the wind outside seemed to be getting louder and louder, and the shadows of the trees reflected the gloom outside the window, as if tearing apart the weird insider.

Liu Nansheng knelt on the ground for a long time, his expression hidden in the shadows was obscure.

"The goddess's suit is about to reappear....... This is the riskiest way to deal with it, and it is the only way. To prevent the disaster from coming, it is not to blindly fear and escape, but to find the node along the development of the disaster, and to act before her, so that the doom can completely dissipate. The gods are not invincible, and no matter how difficult the process is, we still have a glimmer of life. On the day when the gods lowered their noble heads, it was the twilight of the gods. ”

The moving voice of the Black Saintess still echoed in the depths of Liu Nansheng's memory.

"Who knows for sure whether this is fulfilling it or destroying it?"

There is no answer to this question, and there can be no answer.

........

And in Mocheng, thousands of miles away from this moment, Ah Xiupo's trembling hands could no longer be controlled.

An invisible sense of fear rose up in an instant, and she seemed to sense something, and the panic welled up in her heart for no reason, so she hurriedly stood by the window and looked into the distance, where she did not know where to look.

Just a few minutes ago, Ah Cai grabbed the embroidery that Shen Chuanyuan left on the stool and rushed out of the door, and her figure dissipated into the thick night, and there was no time for Ah Xiupo to react more, and there was no way to stop her.

At such a special moment, Ah Cai is such a sensitive identity, how can Ah Xiupo rest assured?

When I saw Shen Chuanyuan, an uninvited guest, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the old man's hanging heart no longer had a heart to settle down.

For Shen Chuanyuan, Ah Xiupo has never concealed her hostility.

From an earlier age, when her granddaughter came to inquire about the news with those photos of the Wu totem, Ah Xiu Po was already aware of the crisis. Ah Cai is a well-behaved child, smart and sensible, and empathetic, and it is almost impossible to find any fault with it, if it were not for this, Ah Xiu Po would not have been able to rest assured that she would go to Mocheng to run the embroidery shop.

This is already, a special case within a special case.

The Wu clan has been particularly turbulent in the past 100 years, since the appearance of the Black Saintess in the village, it has brought uncontrollable disasters, and the Wu clan has been torn apart, and it has not been completely stable until now.

It was a war without gunpowder, and it ended up in a bloody battle.

How to dismantle an originally tightly integrated force was nothing more than planting the seeds of doubt in the hearts of the clansmen, and this little doubt was enough to trigger countless possibilities. When the blinded people suddenly realized that the gods they had worshiped for a long time turned out to be a big lie, and that the gods who were supposed to change their fate, bring peace and luck, but only sacrificed their souls and bodies, the witches were not the most favored people of the goddess, but the betrayers of a thousand years ago.

Such fears are enough to destroy people's beliefs.

In many cases, it is not so many major disputes that really cause wars, but the contradictions are like a crack in the ice at the beginning, and as the situation becomes more and more serious and uncontrolled, it finally gradually breaks apart and becomes a lake full of broken ice.

At that time, there was a lot of panic within the Wu clan, and it had even reached the point where everyone was in the clouds.

Conservatives firmly believe that as long as they worship the gods wholeheartedly, they will be forgiven by the gods, and the generosity of the gods will never fail any sincere believer, let alone the Wu people who have given their all for generations.

And the opposite of the attitude is those who have been moved by the Black Saintess's words.

They are convinced that the tragedy that happened in the ancient country of Loulan thousands of years ago was not accidental, and no matter how loyal they were to an evil god, they would not be able to escape the fate of being completely drawn into the abyss. The people who began to panic had their own thoughts, and several young people with outstanding abilities began to think of a solution to find a way out of the stalemate.

In the end, it was the war that divided the Wu Clan.

What was really terrible was not the blood that stained the entire village, not the temple that was destroyed by the ignorant and reckless clansmen when they were emotionally at a high level, and not the fear that could not be erased from the hearts of the Wu people for a long time afterward. Rather, it is about the lineage of the gods scattered all over the place, and it can no longer be unified.

Axiupo still remembered the high priest's staccato voice before he died, as if he was about to swallow in the wind.

If it weren't for the catastrophe of the previous two years, which had completely destroyed the tribe that had been depressed to the point of dying, the high priest would not have told such a cautious clue to an ordinary old man.

"Be sure to ...... Be sure to protect Qingyu's shoes and don't let her ...... Succeed. ”

Before Ah Xiu Po could ask who the so-called "she" was, the high priest had already swallowed his last breath.

Therefore, the past that Ah Xiupo learned was limited to the "goddess's battle suit".

A hundred years ago, the disaster brought by the black witch made the "goddess's suit" enshrined in the temple be taken away by the divided tribe, and the goddess's sword was missing, even the witch priests who have guarded the suit for generations do not know the whereabouts of the sword. And the jade Ruyi held by the goddess fell into the vast snow-capped mountains, the holy dragon ball sank in the bottom of the lake in the deep mountains in the north, and the golden silk clothes that were carefully kept were lost with the war, and their whereabouts were directly unknown.

Only those green jade shoes have become the last point of worship in the Wu Clan's headquarters, supporting the Wu Clan's continuous inheritance.

Years bury a lot of secrets, and time carries enough deception to settle things.

After the split of the Wu clan, it took a long time for the Wu clan headquarters to smooth out the haze left by the Black Saintess. After many years, the catastrophe and the legend of the Black Saintess finally became a mysterious secret, and the common people became unaware again, indulging in the lies concocted by the high priest, serving the twelve concubines and the holy maidens with their hearts, believing in the goddesses in their hearts.

When the near-tragic history is buried, it is as if many things have not happened.

However, whitewashing the peace is only whitewashing the peace after all, and the Wu clan finally did not escape the disaster.

More than twenty years ago, with the mysterious woman coming to the village, the holy woman was said to be moved, no longer caring about her identity, and bent on breaking away from the confinement of the witch clan and living a completely different life from now, and love became the strongest catalyst, enough to confuse her mind.

So after many years, all the tragedies repeated again.

What a terrible nightmare past it was, and the Wu people were like sand pushed by fate, becoming sacrifices for no reason. The look of despair and anguish on the face of the high priest when he died is still engraved in Ah Xiupo's mind.

"The Black Saints, she's the Black Saints......."

Ah Xiu Po didn't know what the high priest was feeling, but she clearly remembered that the fire that had burned in front of the temple for three days and three nights was like igniting the scorching clouds in the sky.

The daughter of Axiupo, who was burned at the stake, is the holy daughter of the Wu clan.

The betrayal of the Holy Maiden was an irreparable disaster for the Wu Clan. The sacrifice of the goddess was clashed, and the twelve concubines were burned alive by the fire, and after that, the cycle of reincarnation once every eighteen years was completely broken. The punishment of the gods caused the Wu people to die one after another, and fear gradually crept into everyone.

During that time, the village seemed to be shrouded in ghosts, and Ah Xiupo watched the people of her village die one after another, and there would be a few more nameless graves in the forests of the back mountain every day, and everyone was in extreme panic.

Accidents, natural disasters, strange diseases, ghosts.......

At first, everyone did not realize that the disaster was coming, and when the first person fell ill, they just treated it as a minor illness and went to the village doctor for treatment. When the first person died, they were still comforting each other with accidents. But under the continuous spread of the haze of death, the people of the Wu clan finally panicked.

The villagers did not dare to call for help, could not call for help, and did not even dare to leave this isolated village.

They are convinced that the reason why they will be punished is because the Holy Maiden is trying to escape from the Witch Clan, and if they ask for help now, won't they be wrong again and again?

The Wu people feared that they would anger the gods again and suffer even more terrible punishments. But who is not afraid of death, fear is enough to make people unrecognizable, the timid people in order to survive, try their best to leave this ominous place, the "warriors" under the banner of "defending the witch clan", and those selfish people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, in order to get more life.

It's just hastening your demise.

So in just a few years, the only remaining bloodlines in the Wu clan headquarters are Ah Xiu Po and Ah Cai.

Before the high priest closed her eyes, she told Ah Xiu Po about the last inheritance of the Wu Clan's headquarters. Maybe Ah Xiu Po is not the best candidate, but as the only remaining survivor, this identity is enough to take on a lot of responsibilities.

For example, the secret of the Wu clan.

Enshrined in that temple is part of the "goddess's battle suit" - green jade shoes.

It was an absolute taboo, and it was also the biggest secret of the Wu Clan's headquarters. No one is qualified to touch it, not even the high priest. The Wu sacrifice has lasted for thousands of years, and the summer and annual sacrifices are harsh and redundant, and the people think that this is to express their heartfelt feelings to the gods and pray for a smooth and safe new year.

But in reality, it's just a cover-up.

Those who are worshiped by the Wu tribe day and night, and carefully kept, are never praying for the blessings of the gods, but are necessary conditions for awakening the goddess. The clansmen used all their loyalty to nourish the undead, giving their souls and lives, and what they gave back to them was not immortality, but the cannibalization brought about by the imminent awakening of the evil gods.

In the end, there are no survivors.

"Only the Holy Maiden is entitled to touch the priestess's robe....... Don't forget ......."

Axiupo took the words of the high priest to heart, but did not think about it any more.

The people of the Wu clan have been punished, Ah Xiupo doesn't ask for anything, she just wants Ah Cai to grow up safely and peacefully, and their grandparents and grandchildren can survive for a year, whether they survive in the cracks, or survive for a long time, it is good to be able to live after all.

But now, before New Year's Eve, disaster has struck again.

If it was just Shen Chuanyuan alone, it would be enough to let him fend for himself in the sacrificial temple. The gods of the witch clan are never tolerant, and anyone who tries to touch the taboo will pay the price they deserve, and Ah Xiu Po is not worried about this.

However, Ah Cai also followed.

Ah Cai.

Thinking of this, Ah Xiu Po closed her eyes in despair, and it was only at this moment that she realized that it was too late.

The death of the high priest was too sudden, and many secrets were not told in time, so those secrets that the Wu clan would not know were brought to the coffin, but how could Ah Xiu Po not know the truth?

Ah Cai is the last saint of the Wu Clan's headquarters.