She organizes the monthly divine sacrifices, and every "priestess" who is "sacrificed" is inspected and dressed by her before being carried to the altar by herself.

The sound made by the gods and witches was strange.

It felt like she wasn't chanting sutras, mantras.

Because the voice didn't sound like it came from the mouth at all, but from the inside of the throat.

Close your eyes and imagine. A person with his mouth closed and his tongue stiffened, only through the air flow in his lungs hitting the thin vocal cords in his throat to make a "babbling" sound, and the muddy and hollow sound is emitted through the narrow nostrils as if it were an enlarged signal. Much like the sound of a mute person. To be precise, the sound of a mute with a closed mouth.

The sound of the witch's spell is loud and magical. The pitch is high and low, and the frequency is fast and slow. Sometimes like a galloping whirlwind, sometimes like a trickling spring, sometimes like a wind blowing wheat waves, sometimes like a lonely soul bell in the yin wind.

Suddenly, the light in the temple dimmed, and a cold hall wind blew from the north, and the candlelight shifted rapidly to the south. The temperature in the room dropped to freezing in an instant. The water vapor in the air was condensed into countless bits of frost in an instant, and was slowly gathered into countless thin, shining "silk threads" by the swirling yin wind.

The myriad "silk threads" intersected and weaved into a shining waterfall, which floated down in an orderly manner around the altar as if it had been programmed. A bright, airtight gauze screen is formed, separating the altar from the outside world.

"A strange scene appeared", "Holy Light came", the gods and witches were like chicken blood, and instantly accelerated the speed of the spell.

The sound of "babbling••••••babbling ••••••" seemed to pour out of the roof, as if it had crawled out of the ground, and filled all the corners of the house.

The quick spell is like a spiriting bell, rapid and trance-inducing. I just felt that the world was spinning, and my head was dizzy. There were a few maids who were not mentally strong and could not bear the pressure, and fell stiffly with a "plop", like a cooked "lobster", curled up and rolled their eyes. While twitching irregularly, he foamed at the mouth with a big gulp.

Even so, the witch's spell was faster and louder. But they took pity on the dead maid, and no one was willing to reach out to her, as if no one had seen it.

"Boom ••••••"

Out of nowhere, a deep, penetrating bell rang. The scene inside the temple was shaken. Immediately, a cold sword light slowly condensed in the void, gently picking up the brilliant gauze tent.

There was a hazy figure in the shaking image, and the figure with the sword was standing outside the tent and staring at the graceful body of the woman on the altar.

All the people in the hall knelt on the ground, clinging to the ground, and they didn't dare to gasp, let alone look up. And the maid who had just fallen to the mouth foaming at the mouth had already completed her mission gloriously at this moment, gradually turning into a twisted and stiff corpse, which was estimated to become the raw material for the next batch of corpses - oil - wax - candles.

After a quarter of a pillar of incense, the hazy figure seemed to have taken a fancy to the body of the woman in front of him, slowly entered the gauze tent, and gently put down the gauze tent.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, strong man was reflected on the veil. Unusually rudely, he pulled up the woman on the altar and started a primitive and mysterious "life movement".

I don't know if it's pain or fear, excitement or excitement. From the tent came the heart-rending cries of a woman and the intense wheezing of a man full of hormones.

The sound of the commotion mixed with the strange and magical sound of incantations swirled and collided in the hall. With that ancient and intense movement, the temple shook violently, like an angry sea crashing angrily against a lonely boat.

The intense dizziness was mixed with the unusually disgusting smell of sweat, and the strong fishy smell constantly hit everyone present.

The fierce collision sounds, heart-rending cries, seductive ** sounds, and hormone-filled wheezing sounds converge into an infinitely lewd high-energy picture, which rushes into the brains of everyone on the scene without hesitation, stimulating the relevant glands to quickly secrete the chemicals of the turmoil, constantly producing painful and happy feelings that only they know.

"Ah••••••h

A strong roar followed, and then the wind calmed down.

The sound of incantations, cries, and wheezes all dissipated like a tidal wave.

All the people at the scene were like sailors after a fierce struggle against a powerful storm, with that exciting and violent feeling of dizziness, dragging their tired bodies and slumping to the ground at once. It's like a soft noodle, gasping for breath.

At this moment, the bright, shiny gauze began to transform into tiny and dense ice crystals, slowly falling from the sky. They were stacked very regularly to form a boxy rectangular brick, like a huge crystal coffin, completely enveloping the woman on the altar and freezing it inside. And left a line of blood letters on the rectangular square bricks.

Finally waiting for the temple to regain its tranquility, Edogawa Takesi slowly propped up his weak body, remembered the excitement that was still unfinished, shook his vertigo head, and stumbled behind the screen. I saw that the coffin-like ** read:

"Searching for the whereabouts of the Heavenly Devil";

"monitoring the movements of the faller";

"Actively looking for the Kowloon Gold Medal".

Look at the woman who was frozen in the "crystal coffin". found that her last expression was still stuck at the moment when she was "above the clouds".

No pain, no regrets.

It's completely a feeling of "comfortable--obedient-dead--it".

Wu Si's heart couldn't help but feel a colic.

Like a child who has lost his beloved toy, he is melancholy and lost.

Every month, the full moon day is a day when the Edogawa family worships the gods in a very mysterious and important way. Although it is not always possible to see a mysterious and extremely strange scene like the one that just happened.

Oh, by the way, they call it "Holy View".

But they never dared to be sloppy, and the degree of attention was always there.

Every time it is carefully prepared, every detail is rigorous, and all the procedures are religious and enthusiastic. Even so, the "holy scene" has appeared four or five times since I can remember. And every time it's such a dismal result.

He still remembers that when his father was dying, he exhausted his last strength and gently told him, "We must find a way to leave a divine seed for the Edogawa River and the Yamato nation."

Only in this way can the Edogawa family endure in Japan. Only then can the Yamato nation break free from the shackles of the United States, run towards the glory of the nation, and finally control the world.

This goal was so great that Edogawa Takesi couldn't think about it, his food was not fragrant, and he couldn't sleep restlessly.

Wu Si was in a very bad mood, resisting the urge to scold and hit people, forcing himself to turn his head and not to watch the heartbreaking and gorgeous picture. Raising his head, he looked at the witch silently. He asked, "Lord Divine Witch, what should you do with this priestess?"

"Since it is the woman who has enjoyed the Shadowless Lord, then give her the highest honor - ice burial. so that her soul can nourish the Shadowless Lady's Shadowless Sword. Let her create greater splendor for the Edogawa family, the great and the nation. ”

In the empty hall, the dry and cold, sharp and piercing voice echoed. It's like floating out of the belly of a rotting ice corpse.

Relentlessly passed through everyone's ears, sending them a sting pain that seemed to be pierced by ice crystals, causing everyone to involuntarily clench their ears.

The owner of the voice was none other than the motionless witch next to the case. But when she said this, her mouth and throat did not move. Anyone who knows knows that it's ventriloquism.

One can practice ventriloquism to such power, one can imagine how profound her cultivation will be.

After saying that, the short, sticky black feathered body slowly dissolved into the thick night, and disappeared without a trace.

"Hey•••••• it's like this again, it's like this every time••••••"

Edogawa Takesi no longer remembered that this was the first woman of peerless beauty and talent that he had carefully cultivated.

The season of flowers and water, the flawless appearance, and the dazzling talents, each of which is extremely shining in the real society.

But now, all the pride, hard work, and expectation have turned into a cold corpse.

How he wished he could keep that woman he liked unusually much, and passed his wish many times to the "god witch" who had just dissipated, but it was never recognized.

The huge psychological gap made him very depressed.

"How can the noble God, after he has pampered our woman, be very merciful enough to leave his noble blood?

"Beloved God, if you know, please tell me..."

Looking at the distant back, Edogawa Takesi mechanically bent down to his knees, corrected his posture, and respectfully shouted, "Congratulations to the gods!"

The people learned from Edogawa Takesi and bowed down in place reverently.