After these words, another gust of incense blew through, and then there was no movement, and when everyone looked up tremblingly, there was only a white wall left in front of them, and there was still the trace of this inspiration king? Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment no one could speak, and the eldest villager sighed, "Let's go!" Let's go back to the village and discuss it again! Why does this king of inspiration suddenly want virgins and boys? These are two lives......" The villager began to choke as he spoke, and everyone sighed sadly, but he didn't dare to cry in this Inspiration Dawang Temple, so he had to support the villager and went back to Chenjiazhuang first. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sad entanglement of the villagers in Chenjiazhuang, Que Banyi didn't know, or rather, if he knew, he would have the right not to know. In Que Banyi's heart, how could a little goblin who had known that he was androgynous since he was a child, different from ordinary water tribes, understand the grief and fear of human beings about the sacrifice of virgins and boys? In his life, the most important thing is Qi Jing, and only Qi Jing, the king of Qi Jing, is the ultimate dream he has always needed to chase.

This boy and woman, of course, Que Banyi also knew that it was a sin, but without the medicine primer in Ao Jiu's mouth, the elixir that came? That new identity standing beside Qi Jing? And after that? When Que Banyi thought of this, he didn't care about any evil or not, and just waited for the next day to pick up the two children and send them to Ao Jiu's house.

However, for Chen Jiazhuang, the day of making the decision, every moment was really full of tears and sadness, and every moment was so sad and tormented.

After everyone returned to the village, the village elder first went to report the matter of the patriarch, and the patriarch immediately asked people to ring the bells and drums in the ancestral hall and summoned the whole village to gather in front of the ancestral hall.

The elderly patriarch looked at the villagers in front of the ancestral hall and pressed the villagers of his own village, many of whom were in a hurry and came with the children on their backs, and at this moment the children were all gathered here with the adults with a ignorant face, waiting with their heads held high. When the patriarch saw these little faces, his heart was also sad, the peace and peace of a village, and the wind and rain every year are really important, but what about children? What about two young children? Is it true that their lives are not important?

When the patriarch thought of this, he also felt that the news that he had just learned that the virgin and male sacrifices were really like a few hundred catties of an olive pressed on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't say anything for a long time, and he weakly took the crutches and nodded the old villagers who had just come back to report the news, and motioned to the villagers to tell the villagers the news.

The villager also felt that it was difficult to speak, and he didn't even have the strength to look up to see the children mixed with the adult villagers, and he trembled and choked up, and told the truth about the appearance of the King of Inspiration to ask for the sacrifice of the virgin boys and women.

The villagers were in an uproar at first, and some of the young and vigorous ones immediately shouted: "This inspiration king has not appeared once in decades, why has he suddenly appeared like this now?" Besides, this great king has never been worshiped only by our incense, and has never been the evil god who wants to eat people! Don't be fake? ”

As soon as these words came out, it made many people have a faint hope in their eyes, if it is not really the king of inspiration, isn't it, can you find someone to get rid of the demon, and you don't have to sacrifice two children to go out?

It's a pity that it's still the old villager who bowed his head and shook his head uncomfortably, and one sentence shattered all these faint hopes: "When I was young, it was also thirty-four years ago, and I had seen this inspiration king appear in his true body, and this one here today, the shape and voice, the incense wind that appeared when he appeared, and the half-hidden appearance floating in the air, all of them were the inspiration kings of the year, and I am afraid that it can't be fake......"

When these words were spoken, the villagers below suddenly showed a neat death-like silence, and everyone only felt that their hearts were heavy, and no one could find the words to say. In the end, it was a young mother who broke the silence with an uncontrollable cry, and many mothers with children present gradually joined in this sad cry......

The patriarch was also uncomfortable when he heard it, but when he looked up at the golden harvest scenery over there, and then looked at the villagers who were pressed by the black pressure, the patriarch only felt that the balance in his heart was also shaking repeatedly, such a large village, such a large group of villagers who had to rely on the sky for food......

In the midst of this choking sound one after another, the patriarch's helpless but firm voice slowly sounded after he muttered for a while: "I know that everyone has children, and no one is reluctant to have their own children...... But! This King of Inspiration has always worked, as you all know! It has been passed down from generation to generation! Now, now the King of Inspiration wants us to send our two children to his house...... Going to his house to flatter does not necessarily mean that these two children are sacrificed...... Our Chenjiazhuang, with a population of two or three thousand, and four or five hundred households, all point to this good year of good weather and food! If this inspiration king is really angry for the sake of his two children, he may not know what next year's harvest will look like...... At that time, maybe these two children are not the only ones who will be pulled out and sacrificed......"

The crying suddenly paused for a moment because of the patriarch's words, and the villager cautiously leaned over to the patriarch and asked, "What does the patriarch mean...... Ming Er sent the boy and woman to the Temple of Inspiration? This is also a last resort! It's just that whose children are you going to choose...... To serve the King of Inspiration? ”

The patriarch nodded very heavily, and then glanced at the villagers below, and then couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he only closed his eyes and replied: "It's not a matter of specifying anyone's house, it's better to draw lots!" Life and death, wealth and prosperity depend on the will of God! If the King of Inspiration will not be blessed next year or even later, the crops may not be harvested, if the harvest is less than two years, I am afraid that the four or five hundred households in Chenjiazhuang may not be able to live in peace by the Tongtian River! ”

As soon as these words came out, there was naturally another cry at the bottom, but since the patriarch had spoken, most of the people would still bow their heads in front of the king of inspiration for the sake of the future harvest, besides, people are selfish, who doesn't have a chance and hope that this red sign will not fall on their heads...... It was accompanied by this cry that every family with children of the right age came up with trembling hands and came up to see the will of heaven......

Halfway through the lot, he suddenly heard a scream, and the patriarch opened his eyes to see that it was the rich brothers Chen Cheng and Chen Qing at the end of the village who had won the red lot, and the two brothers, who were more than 100 years old, were holding their heads and crying. The patriarch and all the villagers present couldn't help but secretly sigh in unison: "Injustice! (To be continued.) )