"Miss Chanchan, the old man is really offended!" Seeing Chanchan and Mulan walking into the ancestral hall one after another, Master Jiang San hurriedly went up to apologize to her.

The soul of Mrs. and her daughter relied on the help of Miss Chanchan, but she didn't know what to do, and locked her in the firewood room, how confused!

Chanchan took half a step back a little embarrassed, and said with a shy face: "Master Jiang San doesn't have to be polite, since I said that I can return my soul, then I must do it." ”

"It's just that I still need to worry that Master Jiang San can take me to the ancestral hall, the black shadow of that person's face is temporarily suppressed by me, and if you want to solve it completely, you still need to do a lot of work."

When Mulan heard this, she was about to speak, wasn't the black shadow accepted by Chanchan? Why do you have to go under the ancestral hall.

raised her eyes and saw Chanchan's subtle eyes, swallowing all the words.

The third master of Jiang had a sad face, under the ancestral hall, but it was the forbidden land of the Jiang family.

Gritted his teeth and said, "In this case, our Jiang family will have to rely on Miss Chanchan." ”

Three steps and two steps, press the secret door inside the ancestral hall, and a floor tile disappears into the black.

The clammy cold air from the ground surged up, and a neat staircase led to the darkness beyond.

Mrs. Jiang San and Granny Jiang also wanted to go together, but when they woke up, Master Jiang San naturally disagreed with them coming down together, so he only asked Mulan to accompany them, and went down with Miss Chanchan one after the other, followed by Si Wenchu, Bi and Yu.

"Meet the Ancestors!"

At the end of the stairs, Chanchan can see clearly at night as clearly as during the day with the help of her superior power.

There is no one in this underground at all.

The green ghost fire suddenly burned after Master Jiang San's words.

Yingying ghost fire, very weird in the dark.

A light feather coat was dragged out.

Master Jiang San lost his voice: "White Feather Green Spirit Clothes!" ”

Everyone's eyes locked, and the white feather green spirit robe on top of the ghost fire gradually turned into a human appearance, she was wearing a feather robe, dancing under the embellishment of thousands of ghost fires.

She wore a mask on her face, one of those pure white masks, with a flower on her forehead.

The sound of the gong comes and goes, not the kind of quiet silk and bamboo sound that is common in Luoyang, but the monotonous and uniform sound of the gong, a little bit and a note converge into a majestic sound.

"This is the sacrificial music of antiquity." Bi Heyu is a rough man, and he doesn't know any music and rhythm, and he has some understanding of ancient history because he is obsessed with the gods who existed in ancient times to kill demons and eliminate demons and help justice.

Among them, in the human world, the most important is the ritual of worshipping the heavens.

There is a certain level of communication between people and God that can bring them a life of abundant grains.

If...... The snake clan can also follow the example of the human race and communicate with the gods at a certain level, can it also make the dragon clan and the snake clan get a boost in strength together......

He was immersed in his own thoughts, the woman stopped dancing, turned her head to look at Chanchan, her slender jade fingers hooked up charmingly, Chanchan was like an insignificant ant, she was easily brought to her side.

Chanchan didn't do anything because of this.

The moment she saw the woman, she knew that this was the ancestor of the Jiang family in Granny Jiang's mouth.

She had long lost any spiritual power in her body, and even the power to maintain her spirit body had to be drawn from Bai Yuqing's spiritual clothes, which would not cause her any harm.

And her dancing in front of everyone, beautiful but sad, is like a final farewell to this world.

Looking into her eyes, she saw the miserable life of a girl.

An ordinary girl who was artificially dressed in the hat of a god, adhered to etiquette, respected her teachers, and studied hard, but she was treated as a victim of the town, slaughtered like a livestock, and died in a filthy curse, and died with hatred.

A peerless person dancing in a dark corner, guarding the cold ghost fire, was puzzled when he saw all kinds of strange faces coming to kneel and worship.

She has lived for a long time, but she has forgotten a lot, the first memory, in the end, the faces of those ugly people have been forgotten, but she still remembers the sacrificial dance that she once learned and practiced day and night, accompanied by the moonlight, cold and resolute.

Therefore, she always danced day and night, as if only in this way could she dissipate the loneliness in her heart.

Her existence is a rebellious thing.

Because of her obsession with not wanting to die in vain, she absorbs the life span of children from the same family with the same blood.

Among them, the one that impressed her the most was the eldest daughter under the knee of the third master of the Jiang family, Jiang Miaoqing.

She was not the only child who left the spiritual power of Bai Yuqing's spiritual clothes, nor was she the only child who died at an early age, but she was the only child who caused her spiritual power to dissipate.

I only remember that after her death, her soul came to her, and she cried and told her, hoping that the ancestors would let her go back and see her as a child.

The ancestors were kind-hearted, so they often let her go back.

She doesn't know what she does around the child every day, Miao Qing is a spirit in the morning, and the child naturally can't see it, she only knows that every time she comes back from the child, Miao Qing will be in a good mood, and she can also have a smile on her face, and she will obediently dedicate the remaining aura on her body to the ancestors to suck.

One day, Miaoqing, who came back, had a cloudy face and asked the ancestors if there was any way to change the identity of the sacrifice.

Naturally, there is a way.

The ancestors chose the sacrifices at random when they were in the womb, so that when the children were born, they would be gifted and beautiful, which was the compensation of the ancestors for their sacrifices.

If she remembers correctly, Miaoqing's child, the boy and girl doll, is the sacrifice of the new generation.

Naturally, she asked her why, but Miaoqing cried again.

The ancestors were used to cold days, and now there is someone who is noisy in their ears every day, and they are really bored, so they ignore her, and run to the ghost fire by themselves to tease the ghost fire.

Seeing that the ancestor did not react, Miaoqing stomped his feet and ran, and within a few days, Miaoqing's mother came.

The third old lady of the Jiang family was a kind person who worshiped the Buddha, and she dragged her elderly body and knelt in front of the ancestors.

cried and begged the ancestors, changed the identity of the sacrifice, and in order to force the ancestors to submit, even the two children were brought.

Miaoqing squatted beside the male doll, with tears in her eyes, and kept stroking the red marks on the male doll's hand, looking at the female doll's eyes, all with ruthlessness.

That's it.

Anyway, for the ancestors, whoever has two children can be sacrificed, and only forcibly changing the mark she planted on the male doll will lead to a gap in the balance of aura between the two.

To put it simply, she can only change the changes in the sacrifice after today, and the innate ability that should be beautiful and excellent will not be transferred to the female doll because of this.

Hearing this, Miaoqing was overjoyed, and hurriedly knelt down to beg the ancestors, and hurriedly transformed the red gong-shaped imprint.

And Mrs. Jiang San had hesitation on her face.

In the end, she decided to transfer the red mark on the sacrifice to the female doll, but she also had to bear the shortcomings of the sacrifice's shorter lifespan.

The ancestors agreed, and changed the status of sacrifices between them.

Myoqing finally settled down for a while.

Later, she met Jiang Forsythia again, who was Miaoqing's sister and the mother of the female doll.

He also cried and told his ancestors.

She didn't know how to comfort the mother, she raised her eyes to look at Miaoqing behind the forsythia, she looked indifferent and disdainful, these ugly expressions on her naturally beautiful face, it was really inconsistent.

Not long after, there was another news that the male doll died in the sea.

Miaoqing rushed out of the ancestral hall like crazy, and she never saw her again.

I only saw a black shadow with a human face that came out of nowhere, devouring the remaining spiritual power on her body and occupying her world.

This is the end of the story.

She gently held her hand, closed her thin lips one by one, and left a meaningful sentence in Chanchan's ear: "Go to the reincarnation well."

Instead, it disappeared like a bubble.

She appeared just to convey that last sentence.

Go to the reincarnation well.