"Shut up!"

People immediately looked at the owner of the voice.

The old people who had been lowering their heads and not speaking also raised their heads and looked at them at this time.

An Qing looked at the crowd on the steps in front of her, and her eyes gradually became cold.

"Whoever wants to sacrifice my child, I will cut you first. ”

Plain words with an unmistakable tone.

An Qing's body expression was indifferent, looking at everyone's expressions, as long as she said another word, she would be targeted immediately.

When the noisy woman heard this, her chest rose and fell a few times, and then she continued to shout:

"Who is your child? it was just picked up, and now it has become a scourge, and if you don't let her sacrifice, do you want to watch our own child die?"

"So your children are inherently noble?"

Yao Qing stood up and pointed at the woman who spoke up and scolded: "Ignorant and ignorant, your child's life is fate, and the lives of other children are not fate?"

"Is her life alone worth the whole township?"

Not to be outdone, the woman responded, holding her child, "Look at how old this child is? Teenage age, look at his ......."

Yao Qing frowned, he didn't know what to say, the child's body was full of those dense wounds of all sizes, so that all the words he originally wanted were swallowed in his throat.

The man on the side patted the woman's shoulder, wiped away the two tears that the woman shed, pulled it back, sighed weakly, and said helplessly:

"We don't want to be like this, but there's really no way to do it, we could have lived here in a good way...... But now, those legendary nightmares have appeared, but at this time, if An Sheng doesn't sacrifice, then not only the children, but even us will have to ......."

"If we don't do that now, who knows when disaster will come......"

An Qing raised her head slightly, and said with a straight face: "An Sheng, you can't sacrifice." The position of the shrine maiden will not be inherited by her. ”

"And what do you want?"

"Miko, I'll be in charge. ”

An Qing said indifferently and looked at the grandmother on the side.

The old people who were originally silent also looked at it at this time, and Grandma shook her head and sighed:

"Originally, this position was supposed to be yours, but now, I won't give it to you no matter what. ”

An Qing was silent, and then looked at the old men on the steps.

A gray-haired old man bent over the crowd and walked out, looked at An Qing, and said in a hoarse and deep voice:

"An Qing, it's because we're sorry for you... But, in any case, the position of the shrine maiden, we will not teach you the ......"

"Oh, I said what's going on? I wanted to take the position of a shrine maiden. ”

The woman on the side looked at An Qing with disdain and said sarcastically.

"Who are you?, new to the city?" An Qing said, pulling the green silk scattered in her ears and looking at the woman who spoke up.

The woman nodded, "Yes, I have been in the village for two years. ”

"Do you remember how you got in, do you still have any memories from before?" An Qing continued.

"Where else can you get in?" asked knowingly. ”

The woman looked disapproving, and continued to mutter, "It seems to me that you have already thought about adopting this child, and then you want to take the position of a shrine maiden yourself......"

"At the age of thirty, even I, a layman, know that it is definitely not as good as Yao Lin's physique, and it is not your turn to be in the round. ”

The woman pointed at Yao Lin and said, then looked at Yao Qing and raised her eyebrows.

Yao Lin is Yao Qing's niece.

Yao Qing also told himself that he hoped that his niece could take the position of a witch.

But at this time, Yao Qing's face was as pale as earth, and he didn't dare to lift his gaze with the woman, so he hurriedly turned his head to dodge.

The woman was about to speak, when a cold sensation immediately crept up her whole body from her back.

"When, a miscellaneous piece from outside dares to be so noisy. ”

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and the white mist that had originally covered the men's upper bodies shook for a while, and then suddenly exploded and slowly dissipated.

An Qing stood under the stone pillar, the green silk was windless and automatic, fluttering slowly, with a faint glow lingering all over her body, and her expression was indifferent.

Gently raising his arm, the glittering light of the pattern on the stone pillar spilled down, covering An Qing's arm.

The fingers were a little empty, and the ripples rippled towards the woman, and the temperature around instantly became low.

Layers of frost began to form from the woman's back and then spread, wrapping the woman's entire body in the blink of an eye, forming a white block of ice, in which you can only faintly see the woman's panicked expression.

"Stop. ”

Grandma spoke eagerly, stepped forward and pressed down An Qing's palm, "Qing'er, what are you doing!"

Then he looked An Qing's body up and down, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that it was fine, but he still said worriedly: "Stop first, if you have something to say, your body is okay?"

An Qing ignored Grandma's words of concern, but looked at the confused crowd and said in a cold voice:

"Whoever tries to touch my child's mind again, then I will immediately leave you from this world forever. ”

It was as if there was a big invisible hand at the throat, and everyone did not dare to speak, nor did they dare to move for half a minute, and the surroundings were so quiet that if a needle fell on the ground at this time, everyone would hear it.

An Qing saw that everyone was quiet, so she lowered her arm, and the light wrapped around it slowly dissipated.

The man next to the woman wanted to step forward and touch his wife, but his body couldn't move for half a minute, and he didn't dare to look at An Qing, so he could only turn his eyes to Grandma for help.

Grandma glanced at it, but she didn't pay attention to the man, but approached An Qing and said calmly:

"It's not our selfishness... It's your body, which really can't withstand the impact of the shrine maiden's position. ”

The old people on the steps who were originally silent also echoed one after another.

The rest of the middle-aged and young people looked confused.

“......”

An Qing's ears kept coming from the voice of persuasion, waved his hand, and then said: "I have decided, no matter how you persuade me, I can't change it." ”

"It's me who can't live with you......"

Grandma said guiltily, her eyes revealing incomparable guilt.

An Qing walked to the stone pillar with An Sheng in her arms, put An Sheng down, and leaned against the stone pillar.

He stood up, looked at Grandma, and said, "Come on, let's start with the regression ceremony." ”

Grandma hesitated a little and stood in place without moving.

At this time, the old people who had been persuaded also stopped talking and looked at An Qing and Grandma.

"Go ahead and respect Qing'er's decision. ”

"yes, let her decide......"

When those old people saw that An Qing had made up their minds, they no longer insisted and began to persuade Grandma.

Grandma looked at the confused and confused faces on the steps, and then nodded heavily.

Grandma's originally rickety body slowly stood up straight, and let out a long breath of turbidity, with tiredness in her eyes, and a hint of relief.

The shriveled lips moved.

"Come on. ”

......

The words fell, and the crutches waved.

White mist poured out from the patterns on the stone pillars, quickly filling the area.

Radiant and rumbling.

The crowd on the steps froze, unable to move at all, and the crowd immediately began to cry out and panic, while the old people stood quietly as if they had anticipated the scene before them.

On the round platform, in the midst of the white mist, Grandma held the cane in her hand high and whispered some obscure language, like a tempting tune.

"Backtrack ......"

An Qing raised her head and looked at the sky, the center of the mist's rotation, a pitch-black patch, sprinkled with a little light.

The fog in the sky gradually became thicker, and the whole sky seemed to be pulled down, slowly pressing down.

The crowd watched the white fog gradually falling, wanting to move but unable to move, wanting to shout but unable to speak.

"Bang-"

A heavy muffled sound shook, and the air currents swept in all directions.

A strange fragrance penetrated into everyone's noses, and then everyone's body went limp, and their eyes rolled, and they fell asleep.

"Qing'er ......"

Grandma shouted to An Qing, who was looking at the sky distractedly.

An Qing looked over, her eyes closed, stretched out her arms, and slowly fell back.

The tumbling white mist continued to surge, and it gradually covered Grandma's body......

Looking back on time, looking at the past and cherishing the present.

The first ritual of the inheritance of the shrine maiden's position - "backtracking".

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