"yes, it's okay to have another one while you're young." Dogan's eyes lit up when he heard Yan Murong's words, but he immediately reacted.

"What did you just say? Let me sacrifice my daughter to the god of the mountain? ”

The two eyes were as wide as copper bells, and the dog looked at Yan Murong in disbelief.

"yes." Yan Murong smiled faintly and said. "I just think, after a big man is dead, do you think this is too sorry for the ancestors?"

"Yes, but—" Goudan said eagerly, but before he finished speaking, Yan Murong interrupted.

"It's nothing." Yan Murong said. "There are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is the greatest, although you have three daughters, but the children born at that time will not have the same surname as you, right-Speaking of which, you are still equal to the last one, do you think, if you go to the underworld and see the ancestors and ancestors, do you still have the face to see people?"

"I-then can't sacrifice my daughter to the mountain god, then I'm my own daughter." The dog's big black face was flushed with urgency.

"Then you say, is the daughter or the ancestor important?"

"This—of course the ancestors are important." Dog Dan hesitated for a long time and said again. "But, after all, that's my own daughter, jumping from such a high place, I won't fall to my death."

"You know you're going to fall to your death if you jump from this place?" Yan Murong said with a teasing expression. "Since you all know that you will fall to your death by jumping from this place, why do you want that girl named Ximei to jump? The relationship is that your daughter is biological, and other people's are all artificially bred? ”

"You-"

Although the dog was a little stupid, but now that Yan Murong has said this, he doesn't understand it anymore, it will be really stupid to the point of being hopeless.

This young man doesn't want to come up and see, he wants to play himself. But it's a mountain man, his mouth is stupid, and he pointed at Yan Murong for a long time, and you didn't come out.

"What am I, what am I." Yan Murong smiled, beckoned to the dog, and said. "Come here, I'll tell you another secret."

"What?" As soon as the dog heard that there was a secret, he leaned over to Yan Murong.

As soon as he approached Yan Murong's side, Yan Murong suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of his clothes, and before he could scream, Yan Murong stretched out two fingers and tapped the back of his neck.

Grabbed by Yan Murong by the collar, the dog opened his mouth wide, and looked at Yan Murong with horror on his face, as if he was looking at some monster - he could only feel the vibration of his vocal cords but couldn't say a word.

"Actually, it's not a secret." Yan Murong said with a smile. "The mountain god told me just now that in addition to finding a girl to jump off, he also wants a mute to be a servant - I just bargained with the mountain god, and he said that if you go down, he will make one of your daughters a son, what do you think?"

Yan Murong is just talking nonsense at all, and this can only bluff people like dogs, put it outside, fool half of the ten people to believe that it is a miracle.

The dog believed in it, but no one wanted to die so early, but he couldn't speak now, he could only shake his head in horror, a pair of rough calloused hands tightly grasped Yan Murong's arm, and his eyes were short-sighted and pleading.

"You don't want your daughter to go down?" Yan Murong asked.

The dog couldn't speak, so he could only shake his head vigorously.

"You don't want to go down yourself?"

Dogan continued to shake his head.

"Actually, the mountain god also said it." Yan Murong continued to flicker. "If you are willing to go down, no one in your village will get sick again."

Shaking his head, the dog continued to shake his head.

Go down? What kind of joke, who knows if it will work this time -- a few years ago, there was a great drought, and so many cattle and sheep were made to sacrifice to the mountain gods, but it was not a whole summer.

Fortunately, Yan Murong didn't know, if Yan Murong knew that a few years ago, this group of villagers still used cattle and sheep to worship the mountain god and beg for rain, so it would be as fast as possible if he didn't thunder half to death.

When you lack water, you go to worship the mountain god? Damn, you find a river to sacrifice to the river god - it's really not okay to find a stream, now you pay attention to not overstepping your authority, you ask for rain to find the mountain god, if he can get you some water, then he can do it.

"Don't want to go down?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

The dog nodded hurriedly, and looked at Yan Murong with a pair of bull's eyes pleading - he has been doing farm work all year round, and this strength is already big enough, but how can he not break free in the hands of this doll, is he really sent by the mountain god to spread the word?

"I can't go down if I don't want to." Yan Murong's face suddenly changed, and he shouted in a deep voice. "The mountain god has been waiting too long and is impatient, so you can go down."

As soon as Yan Murong exerted his strength, Godan, a mountain man with a height of nearly one meter eight and a strong body, was picked up by Yan Murong Dan, and then walked to the edge of the stone platform and pushed his body over.

The dog shook his head in horror, and his body struggled violently, but no matter how he struggled, Yan Murong's hand was like an iron tong, and he couldn't let go.

"Wow!"

His face, which had been as black as the bottom of the pot, turned pale, and then—he was so frightened that he peed out, and finally, his eyes rolled upwards and he simply fainted.

Yan Murong lifted him back and put him on the stone platform to test his breath before smiling helplessly.

I just wanted to scare him and knock him out, but this guy was honest and fainted before he could do it himself.

Seeing that he was yelling the most happily down there, he had to force someone to hand over his daughter, and now it was his turn to be a soft egg - and he actually peed his pants in fright.

Looking down the stone platform towards the bottomless valley, Yan Murong suddenly became a little compassionate.

How many girls will jump from here in hundreds of years? What were their expressions when they jumped? Fear, fear, determination, or more desolation?

He has seen countless people who have died of illness, but he has also seen many of them who are not sick but are forced to die.

If you can save one, even if you can save one, Yan Murong sighed and thought, this kind of thing happens all over China, and he can't control it if he wants to. China has been ruled by feudal dynasties for too long, and some things cannot be corrected in a moment, and it will take time to correct them -- maybe a year, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years? No one can say exactly how long it will take, but the only thing that can be determined is that during the time when the Chinese people are far away from feudalism, there will be many people who will be ruined because of feudal superstition.

After sighing alone for a while, Yan Murong glanced at the dog lying on the ground again, and shook his head helplessly and walked down.

The rest of the matter is not yet done.