The tedious rituals continue from day to night.

The high platform made of steel and hard boulders, at this time, the four fields are open, looking at the clouds and the sky, countless high mountains and divine peaks that stand between the heaven and the earth, connecting the stars and the sea on the top, and the land of Pingchuan below.

One glance can know that the sky is high, a glance can see the wide, people are like dust and sand, tiny and inaudible, tiny and invisible, the power of heaven and earth, people are difficult to shake its cent. The changes of nature are difficult for people to comprehend.

Heaven and earth have their own fantasy and changeable, and the world has its own fairy cave.

The sacrificed gifts were placed on the nine-fold high platform, distributed layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, it was really a sea of corpses and blood, and the amazing smell of blood had already filled the air.

Mountains of corpses, like the blood flow of rivers, flow from the ninefold source to the lower places, and finally invade the waste soil and gravel, leaving a trail of blood to disappear.

The pungent smell has long been unbearable, and the shocking picture is even more ......

Countless beast blood was full of fishy smell, the bright red color stained the nine-fold high platform, and the stone carvings had already been baptized by blood, and the stories inside were also drowned under the bloody ocean at this time.

The humble life, the silent night wind, and the cold and murderous air are telling everyone, the sky, and the earth that are extraordinary today.

The beast's hair, which was as hard as iron, had lost its former luster, its hideous mouth had been unable to close, the once shining scales were even more broken, and the broken horns symbolized the end of the overlord.

The blood flows on the earth, the smell wafts in the sky, has the soul of a hundred beasts been buried in the Yellow Spring? Thousands of stars are watching here, waiting for the feast to begin.

The prophet knelt down for a long time, muttering broken words in his mouth, and the flame in his hand shone brighter than before, shining on the nine-fold high platform, attracting the attention of everyone.

The serious and tedious process tests the patience of the people, waiting for the mysterious return salute, the pious prayer rows into the night sky, flies over time, and tells everything here to those who have never been far away.

Many people have long been tired of the rules of practice inherited from their ancestors, thinking that it is a useless persistence, and now only some old people are left to adhere to it.

Is it worth the blind effort to fight for what is hunted back by life, sacrificed to the useless gods, and never seen any return and gain? What is the meaning of persistence? What is the inheritance?

Perhaps only the old man, who claims to be the Chosen Prophet, knows.

The calm heart is like usual, and I ask myself if this is not the case in the past, although I am puzzled, although I am dissatisfied, but it is still the same.

Many people don't know what exactly is being sacrificed here on the nine-story platform, who is being sacrificed, and why?

The ruined stone platform stands in the dark like the years, how many days and nights, how many spring and autumn, doesn't it only change a little bit?

It represents the glory of the past, and it represents the glory of the past.

It is the heavens, it is the gods.

"It's finally almost over. "Whispering in the night sky, scattered with the wind, faintly inaudible.

Fortunately, the sacrifice is over, and I finally waited until this last moment, otherwise this sacrifice would really not be tormenting, and it would be more difficult than hunting in the wilderness.

One by one, they exhaled one breath after another, as if they were going to spit out the bitterness in their hearts, and the depression in the silence was really sad, and the expressions and postures of people who were standing restless were even more embarrassing.

"Let's go, wait for tomorrow!" an old man began to beckon everyone to leave.

Everyone looked at the hundreds of murderous things in front of them, and more of them were reluctant, really afraid of turning around, for fear of a dream, and when they woke up, they would see nothing.

"According to me, such a ritual should have been canceled a long time ago, and the dead are as important as the living? I don't know if wasting a day will make our strength grow slower by one day. A fierce man expresses his thoughts.

"Bastard, how many years have you been like this, I don't know if this is worshipping your ancestors?

Suddenly there was a burst of mania, and after a sob, there was still a headshot of the rat.

"Okay, okay, what are you doing? Looking at the cracked corners of their mouths around them, several old men said helplessly.

"What are you laughing at? It's just that in recent years, life has gotten better, and you will understand that these offerings, one is to sacrifice heaven and earth, and the other is to worship the sun and the moon, and we are to worship our ancestors and the old people who have gone away. An old man explained to everyone in a serious manner.

"Sacrifices need to be treated with piety, and we have nothing else to ask for, but to ask our ancestors to bless the village with a good harvest in the coming year and the safety of future generations. ”

"Oh, I know it's like that again, repeating the same old tune and never telling us the real reason. A strong man said nonchalantly, causing resonance among more than a dozen people around him.

"Hey, a group of stinky boys have grown up, and it's going to be against the sky when they take medicine today, right?"

"If you want to play tricks on us, don't look at who your old man is? The gray-haired old man patted the strong man on the shoulder, and looked at everyone with a haughty expression.

"Cut, don't talk about it, in the end, these offerings don't fall into our stomachs, what's the difference between eating early and eating late?" said someone else, nonchalantly.

"Let's go, let's go, don't even come back here today, if we find out, we're going to have to make his ass bloom. ”

"If there is anything to talk about tomorrow, it's the middle of the night, and there is still some distance back to the village, hurry up, go to bed early and rest early." A few old men who stayed here said impatiently.

"I'm so tired, let's go together!"

Sacrifices, the long-standing habits, have long been engraved in the soul, people always have to have a memory, people always miss the past, the heart always stays somewhere, maybe a person, maybe a place, maybe a certain story.

Different stories always have different endings, and maybe the people in the story hide your shadow.

Maybe the shadow in the story is deducing the plot you don't need, but you have to accept it, good or bad, and you still have to accept everything if you can't change it.

Sacrifice, remember the glory of the ancestors, remember today's teachings, do not live up to every time, do not live up to everyone, the preciousness of life, the inheritance of faith, always have to be remembered and completed.

A tribe, a surname, there is always a reason, there is always a source.

In the stories that have been passed down from generation to generation, the myths of the heavenly realm, the legends of the world, "the people we sacrificed," once proudly had nine heavens and ten earths, and the town of Kyushu was a thousand people.

Some old people still remember that when they heard their fathers tell the myths of that period of time and the legends of the world, their fathers always used words of awe to tell that period of sorrow.

It is a story that is very old, so far away that it cannot be traced, the long history can be erased, the people who remember it for a long time die one by one, and the story of the long time is no longer the story it once was.

It's just that glory is still that glory, it's just that legend, it's still that legend, the myth is still that myth, it's still that rundown.

At this moment, behind them, the nine-story platform at the top of the mountain was full of strange changes.