"What's going on outside? Is Lord Nangong's anger too big?"

"I've never seen an adult get so angry. ”

"Well, you're here to watch, but you also have to take care of things outside. ”

"This time, the ritual of sacrificing to the gods was interrupted, and even Lord Wuzhu was almost killed. ”

"What?

"Who did it?!Is it the people from the north side of the oak?or is it the daytime?What is your expression...... Wait a minute, could it be that it's someone from Tianqian?!"

Facing the anger of his colleagues, another guard, Zhou Shuang, had a strange look on his face and said:

"It's not the oak department, it's not the day department, and it's not the Tianqian country. ”

"It's the sacrifice. ”

"What?!"

The shock and disbelief on his companion's face made Zhou Shuang's heart very satisfied, and after his companion promised two jars of wine, he told the news he knew, and then pointed to the dark stone cave behind him, and whispered:

"Six samurai saw him in the woods, and he seemed to be unconscious. ”

"It looks like a person in the Tianqian area, with fine skin and tender meat, and has nothing to do with the ministry, such a person is the best blood sacrifice, so he brought it back and dedicated it to Lord Wuzhu. ”

"But this person is the one who defiled our holy relics, and even harmed Lord Wuzhu. ”

The six warriors were all whipped by Lord Nangong himself, and the screams rang out outside for two days. Zhou Shuang couldn't help but sigh, "They are all sturdy warriors, and in the end, they need the support of women and children to be able to walk, and the clothes behind them are all broken, all of them are blood." ”

"We are affiliated with the Jiuli Ministry, according to the rules of Jiuli, we must use this person's hard work to be able to wash away such a big shame, during this time, we must take good care of this person. ”

One of the guards hadn't been able to recover from the news.

After a while, he asked: "I've been bored here for too long, how long will it be after the next good time for sacrifice?" Zhou Shuang thought for a while and said, "Today is the day when Wangshu controls the moon and drives past the highest position in the sky, it was originally the best time, and the next such a good day must be more than thirty days later." ”

"More than thirty days. The questioning guard turned his head and looked at the deep and dark deep cave, the cold wind blew out of it, and it was bitterly cold: "You will stay here for more than thirty days." ”

"I hope that sacrifice is still alive. ”

Zhou Shuang shook his head.

"It's not something we should be concerned about. ”

"Lord Wu Zhu and Lord Nangong will have arrangements. ”

............

Zhao Li was dreaming.

In his dream, he was a man named Hongfang, his father was a fierce warrior in the tribe, his mother was a weaver girl in the clan, and he had been growing up under the protection of his relatives until the tribe suffered a disaster, and his father went out that day, and returned home with a gloomy face, and his mother was crying all the time.

The cracks in the tortoiseshell indicate that he will be a sacred sacrifice of his tribe.

Holy Sacrifice? What is that?

In the next few days, a large number of people came to the house to bless them, and they took the gifts that they were usually reluctant to give, and their waists were humbly bent, and their faces were full of kindness and flattery, and even the nobles who usually looked down on their own family greeted them with a smile.

Then I realized that the holy sacrifice was to please the ancient gods with their lives.

You will die.

When I knew the news, I lay in bed all night with my eyes open, unable to sleep, and could hear the barking of the hounds outside, and the cry of my mother echoed in my ears.

Ahhhh......h The Holy Sacrifice, which is what it means, is that he will die.

Fear wandered in my heart, like a poisonous snake.

But everyone is telling themselves that this is a great thing, which no one else can envy, a divine cause, which can completely get rid of the pain on the earth, and the soul will rise to the sky with the smoke, and be with the knees of the gods forever.

In the end, even parents say that, which is a good thing.

Since his parents said so, it must be right, Hongfang thought.

A few days later, he changed into clothes as white as a cloud.

Together with the captured Tianqian people, and another sister, he was surrounded by many people after burning incense and bathing, and those people saluted and sang to him, and the smoke dispersed, and he was immersed in the sacred atmosphere, but when the ceremony began, the fear of death resurfaced.

The older sister had been comforting him, though she was also trembling with fear.

Ah, holy sacrifice, what a good thing.

If everyone says that, then there must be nothing wrong.

Until finally, a dagger pierced the heart.

A violent tearing sensation, intense pain exploded in an instant, accompanied by remorse, pain and regret devoured life, and the last memory was only a scarlet and boundless darkness.

Zhao Li opened his eyes suddenly, and his breathing became rapid.

He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on his heart, which was still intact and beating vigorously in his chest, but at a slightly faster speed, and was not pierced by the dagger, and there were no sharp wounds.

Zhao Li's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, he closed his eyes, and his body changed from tight to relaxed.

"It turned out to be a dream ......"

"What a blood sacrifice, it's really a dream that doesn't know the boundary, it seems that I can't stay up all night anymore, otherwise it's not just a hairline problem. ”

Zhao Li muttered to himself, and then reached out to touch the side of his head, but did not touch the mobile phone, but the light was trembling, he was stunned for a moment, looking around, there was a misty white everywhere, this is a pure white space, and behind him, there is a transparent texture.

Through that transparent barrier, he saw a deep valley below.

The rocks were jagged, the groundwater was flowing, and the other 'self' was lying on a rock, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was wearing clothes as pure white as clouds, and there were traces of blood in many places on the clothes, as if he had been beaten by someone, his forehead and cheeks were a little blue, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The realism of that memory, and the difference between the dream and the dream, emerge little by little.

The rough touch of a bronze dagger.

The anger and horror of seeing someone killed, and that unbeatable punch.

Zhao Li's face turned pale.

Not a dream......

But if it's not a dream, what is my current situation?

Soul, or did that man's punch really kill him?

He looked down and saw himself lying on the stone, his face much younger, but seventeen or eighteen years old, weak, but his chest was still heaving, and he was still breathing, even very gentle, as if in a deep sleep.

Zhao Li breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and looked at the space.

At the source of all white light—

There is an unfolding picture.

PS: 6,000 words can come to the station short~ So today's second chapter will be sent in advance

Starting tomorrow, there will be one chapter at twelve o'clock at noon and one chapter at seven o'clock in the evening