Lunar calendar, September 9.

Burial of the heavens, the sacrifice of the living.

The ancients have always been cautious about customs, and every September 9 is the busiest day for burying Tianyuan.

"Licheng, the newcomer kneels down!"

On the high altar of the sacrifice piled up with bluestones, the gray-clothed high priest wore a red and purple crown on his head, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were indifferent to the two newlyweds in red wedding clothes in front of him.

Under the sacrificial platform, red and white, staggered and distinct, the right side is festive, everyone holds a wedding card in their hands, and their faces are beaming.

On the left, the atmosphere is a little more condensed, people are dressed in white, their faces are heavy, and there is even a mahogany coffin in the crowd, which is not like a celebration of a wedding, but like a funeral.

Strangely, it seems that the entire inhabitants of Burial Heaven have become accustomed to this eerie and strange atmosphere.

The newlyweds supported each other and knelt down towards the gray sky in front of them.

In this process, the groom's movements appear stiff, and his face does not have much of the joy that a wedding should have, but his eyes are numb and empty.

"Bow to the wind and rain, and worship. ”

"Two worship the seven phoenixes and Ming, and be exempt. ”

"Three worship Qi people live forever and return to the underworld. ”

The gray sky was instantly cloudy.

After the newlyweds finished kneeling, they each got up, and the man lifted the bride's red hijab, and under the hijab was a wrinkled face.

The man looked at the old face in a daze, and a dazzling struggle clearly flashed in his eyes.

The bride is a seventy-year-old woman.

And the bridegroom is like a teenager who has just come of age.

Under the altar, looking at the obviously incompatible couple, everyone clasped their hands together and sent blessings in their mouths.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a strong wind blew through.

The bridegroom's red robe was swept up by the wind, and he took two steps back, facing the bride.

"Buried in the world, luck turns, groom sacrifice!"

The high priest sprinkled a handful of ash on the groom and then handed a pair of bracelets to the groom.

The bridegroom, with a hollow look in his eyes, took the bracelet and put one on his right hand, and the other stepped forward for the bride to put on her withered left hand.

"The sacrifice is completed, and the bridegroom is in the coffin!"

Dozens of able-bodied youths carried the coffin to the front of the crowd.

The bridegroom took a deep look at the bride's old face, and then walked down the altar like a walking corpse.

Two men stepped forward and took off the red robe for the bridegroom and put on a black robe.

The lid of the coffin has been lifted.

The groom was pushed and shoved and climbed into the coffin.

The coffin was sealed, and everyone carried the coffin.

"The living have been buried, sacrifice the curse of death!"

The high priest walked up to the bride and reached out to touch the bride's white hair, and a purple light swirled under his fingers.

I saw that the bride's original withered old white hair was like a plant that had received fresh nourishment, and began to grow black hair roots.

The coffin was carried to the original roof at the rear and placed in the center of a pre-arranged formation.

The coffin-bearers dispersed.

On the altar, the high priest spat out a string of strange incantations, and the bride looked dignified, and she could feel the majestic vitality suddenly surging out of her body, as if the old life had been infused with fresh blood and became alive again.

Bang!

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and thunder roared in the clouds.

"Miss, this wedding sacrifice is passed down from ancestors, I have calculated, although that man has no spiritual vein, but his life is strong, and his luck is enough to break the curse on you. The high priest whispered beside the bride.

The bride's expression was indifferent, she nodded slightly, and her cloudy eyes swept towards the coffin on the original top.

"What's this man's name?" she asked.

"It's a wandering nameless who accidentally entered my burial in the heavens. The High Priest replied.

In this case, he buried it in the ancestral wasteland and gave it the name Zhou Ji. ”

The bride raised her withered left hand and stroked the bracelet on her wrist, with a complicated look in her eyes.

"Be my Zhou Ji's man, even if it's just for a moment, you should be satisfied, I will inherit your life, go with peace of mind." ”

The bride turned silently, and on the top of her head, white hair fell out, and black hair began to grow wildly in her scalp.

Below, whether dressed in white or red, all the people of the burial heaven prostitute bowed down to the bride on the altar, and their faces rose with pious expressions.

"Sacrifice to the heavens, I wish Lord Zhou Ji a long life!"

The neat and mighty voice sounded under the vast sky of the Burial Heaven, and the high priest on the stage knelt on the ground, his burning eyes fell on the back of the bride.

Snort!

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the gray sky, and under the gaze of countless pious eyes, it struck the mahogany coffin.

The coffin trembled violently, but the material did not seem to be ordinary, and it was not split apart by lightning at the first meeting.

But a puff of heat was already coming out of the lid of the coffin, and there was a faint scream and wail of despair and pain from inside.

This lightning bolt is only the first, and then there is a second, and then a third......

Until finally, there was no sound in the coffin, the red lacquered wood faded and fell, and pieces of debris flew into the sky in the thick smell of burning.

On the sacrificial platform, the bride Zhou Ji's body gradually trembled, she reached out to cover her face, under the palm of her hand, a withered yellow old face faded to rotten skin, and her withered arms slowly swelled.

Her cloudy eyes showed joy, she lowered her hands, flicked her sleeves, stepped into the air, and disappeared into the wedding scene in a moment.

The high priest stood up, his face was indifferent, and when he looked up just now, he saw the bride's bright whiteness under the withered yellow skin!

God sent this anonymous name, and the fortune of the burial heaven is undiminished, this is a great opportunity!

The high priest took off his sacrificial robe, looked at the countless people who buried the heavens below, and said, "Carry the coffin and bury the ancestors." ”

The coffin had turned into a pitch-black charred appearance, and the mahogany exposed the material inside, and under the pitch black was a red paste, which was actually the hardest sycamore wood in the burial heavens.

Legend has it that the sycamore has a spirit, it is the place of the phoenix nirvana, and the phoenix has settled down to rest in the buried heaven, so it left this indestructible sycamore wood.

The thunderclouds in the sky dispersed.

On the original top, everyone carried the coffin.

Behind the coffin, followed by countless people who were buried in the heavens.

It was all the way to Pingchuan, but it didn't take long to go, and there were fierce beasts in front of him.

A ferocious three-legged demon crow, it stopped the crowd, a pair of huge wings stretched out, stirring up a cloud of dust between the incitements.

The three-legged demon crow is famous in the Burial Heaven Plains, and is known to the Burial Heaven Atomic People for their love of devouring the living.

If you have a bad name, you must be afraid.

Burial Heaven Plain is just a small branch tribe of the human race, and in the face of the three-legged demon crow, even the patriarch is not sure that he will retreat with his whole body.

Therefore, the moment they saw the fierce beast, the crowd was instantly chaotic, and the sycamore wooden coffin fell to the ground.

The high priest in the rear changed his face even more, cursed secretly, and retreated decisively.

When the people saw that the mysterious high priests had run away, they were just ordinary people, and they couldn't afford to resist, so they ran wildly one by one, for fear that they would be swallowed by the three-legged demon crow in one bite.

The beast three-legged demon crow did not choose to chase the crowd, but fell next to the coffin of the sycamore, the beast was puzzled for a moment, and then it stepped on the coffin lid with one foot.

The coffin was indestructible, it failed to crush the sycamore wood, and a deep curiosity rose in its eyes.

Inside, there's something in this one that's attracting it.

The wind surged, and the demon crow claw carried the coffin, flew up, and disappeared into the gray sky in the blink of an eye.

In the Burial Heaven, there is a forest that has not been developed by people, hidden in the depths of the Burial Heaven.

The vegetation here is naturally grown, not too much destruction, green trees, towering sharp trees stand in layers, look closely, at the edge of this forest, as if there is a small village, there are a few people, standing at the head of the village, frowning.

"Dead, right?" the eldest of the few spoke first, his thick eyebrows and big eyes, his body was rough, and the muscles on his body were like dragons' coils, and at a glance, he was full of power.

A slightly younger young man said: "I tried it just now, I inhale less, exhale more, and I can't live for half a moment." ”

Next to the young man, there was a one-armed man, and he said in a rough voice: "Look at this appearance, I was harmed by that heartbroken mother-in-law, but for some reason, I was not buried?"

Finally, a young girl in a green robe with short shoulder-length hair took two steps forward and pulled the iron sword in her hand to the ground.

"How is it that this man is lying on his stomach with bones as if he has been sucked dry?" the girl withdrew her iron sword, her eyes puzzled.

Then her eyes lit up, as if she had found some treasure, and she pointed to the ground and shouted, "That is the bracelet in his hand, and this thing belongs to me." ”

As he spoke, he squatted down, intending to make a move.

"Xiao Xiao'er, don't act rashly, you have forgotten the rules in our clan, other people's things, you can't take them for yourself!"

The man who spoke first stepped forward and pulled the girl back.

"The clan rules can't be broken, besides, this person's origin is unknown, and it doesn't seem like he will live long, let Brother Wei take him back first and see if he can be rescued. ”

As the young man spoke, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and the one-armed man beside him stepped forward.

"Then let me take him back and try to treat him, but with my years of experience in saving people, most of them won't survive. Dahan said.

In front of them lay a bloodless, withered corpse, charred and ragged, with only the bracelet on his right wrist still clean and intact.

The face is no longer visible, and the flesh under the skin seems to be severely atrophied, and some are even glued together, which is really ugly.

However, it is such a dead body, there is still a faint heartbeat, and although the rise and fall of the chest is not large, it can be really felt.

This man is not dead, to be precise, not completely dead.

"Okay, if you don't take it, you won't take it, this person can't be saved at all, why did Uncle Wei waste his efforts. ”

The green-robed girl was pulled aside, she reluctantly turned around and ran towards the village: "Hmph, I'm going to tell Aunt Qiong about this." ”

"This Nizi—" The one-armed man shook his head and laughed, then squatted down and wrapped the dead body on the ground tightly in a straw mat.

"Qingzi, come and help. Dahan said to the young man.

The young man stepped forward and grabbed the head of the straw mat, and the big man held the tail with one hand, and the three of them entered the village together.

"Today's hunt is delayed, I heard that the Burial Heaven and the Black Spirit Clan have been at odds recently, and it seems that another war is inevitable. ”

On the way into the village, the eldest rugged middle-aged man followed behind the two and sighed.

"Chief David, the matter of burying Tianyuan has nothing to do with us, as long as we don't take the initiative to go out and provoke them, the village will always be safe. The young man replied.

"David, you are worrying about the sky, wars have always been provoked by Fu Tianyuan, and of course they will bear the consequences. The one-armed man hummed.

"Maybe..."

The middle-aged man has far-sighted eyes and doesn't know what to think.

However, when several people were talking, no one noticed that the dried palms of the dead corpses wrapped in straw mats trembled suddenly.

On that ugly face that was almost glued together, the nose and the corners of the mouth twitched violently at the same time.

At a certain moment, my eyes suddenly opened!

The eyes were pitch black, like a black hole in the abyss, the pupils had no focus, but in the depths of the eyes, there was a trace of shock and disbelief!

Here it is, 10,000 years ago?!