If life is just what I think, then life can be controlled.

And the most interesting thing about life is that many times, it is not masterable, you never know what will change tomorrow, no, or even the next moment.

It's this kind of fun that can be used to dispel most of people's horrors about death, because if you don't know what's going to happen in the next moment, there's always hope.

Sometimes, however, this is not always a good thing.

For example, now, what I thought was the answer, the things that were about to end, have changed at this moment.

The villagers who had finished feeding the tree did not leave, but stood silently on the top of the hill one by one, the torches were still burning, under the strange firelight, the faces of each villager were inexplicably sad and heavy, until before, I thought that except for the moment of bowing, they were all insensitive and empty despair for ten thousand years.

Isn't the sacrifice already complete? What is it that makes them look like this? Judging by normal judgment, it's certainly not a good thing?

I thought about this, and I began to sink slowly, and I had the idea that I didn't want to look at it.

At this time, Brother Zhengchuan's faint and suppressed sigh also came into my ears, and he said in an almost whispered voice in my ear: "Third child, I feel that there may be a tragedy next, in fact, you better close your eyes." ”

I don't doubt Brother Zhengchuan's words, isn't he a person with excellent spiritual sense?

And I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn't know why I opened my eyes wider, not out of curiosity, as if to remember the sadness of these people.

The people on the top of the mountain were still silent, but at this time, a man and a woman walked out, both of whom seemed to be old, and in such a hot summer weather, they were dressed in black!

I just think the style of that dress is very strange, after all, from birth to the present, although I have experienced death, maybe it can only be regarded as missing, watching a few people, including friends, disappear in front of my eyes, but fortunately, I did not go through the funeral, I am lonely and unaware that they are wearing 'shrouds'.

But Brother Zhengchuan knew, I felt his breathing become heavy, and he whispered: "Why do big living people wear 'shrouds'?" ”

I know what 'shroud' is, and even if I have never seen it, I have always heard of it, and I looked up at the people on the top of the mountain, and my mood was the same as the people on the top of the mountain, and I had an indescribable sadness in the midst of unspeakable suspicion.

The wind at the top of the mountain is not light, and the wind from the edge of the summit is naturally stronger.

But at this moment, it seems that these winds are blowing more violently, and the two people are standing in the crowd like this, compared to the people with sad expressions, these two people are not unexpectedly not sad, but have a kind of resigned numbness, just standing like this.

The torches were swayed by the wind, and at this time, it was the old man who was the abbot who sacrificed first, and took out a crumpled white flower from his clothes and put it in front of the two men.

Then, those villagers, one after another, took out the same white paper flowers from their bodies and piled them up in front of the two people, and everyone's expressions had a trace of solemnity, as if they were really holding the simplest funeral for these two people.

But it's obviously a living person, huh? My mood is so depressed that these two people have hands and feet, why don't they know how to resist?

At this time, there were only the last four people left in the crowd, and they suddenly knelt in front of these two old people and shouted words like Mom and Dad, and the wind blew their suppressed crying, but I felt a kind of sadness in it, it turned out that they also knew how to cry?

These two people are not husband and wife, but they are old people from two families, and the previous numbness finally had a trace of emotion after seeing their children.

But it was also the same, the two men did not say much, but were talking to the four young men, and their voices were muffled by crying, but there were still staccato voices coming from the wind.

"I'm not afraid to take care of my grandson."

"It's good that only generations of people survive. And people always have to die. ”

How desperate must it be to say such a thing? But behind the despair, for the first time, I chewed out something called 'sacrifice' in my heart, and the judgment of these villagers had a more different definition, not only are they not weird madmen, I am afraid that they are more 'sober' than anyone else, and understand what choice they have to make?

It's just that this choice exudes a cruel meaning in any case, and I am afraid that the consequences will also be 'terrifying', so is the meaning of sacrifice good or bad?

It's hard to figure it out at my age, and I miss Master so much, and I hope He can come and help me out.

But for a moment, the four sad young men and women had been taken away by the other villagers with a sad expression, and they laid down their white flowers.

It seemed that saying goodbye was just so simple, and then, before I could react, the two old men had already been tied up by the other village names, and they still didn't resist, just let those village names tie them up, and the old man of the abbot ceremony stood up again, as if to calm his mood, he carried a bottle of inferior wine and took a big sip of himself.

His voice was very obvious in this night: "They are all from a one-person village, and the old folks who have known each other for decades are going to say goodbye to you today, can you take a sip on the way there?" ”

The two old men nodded silently, and the old man put the bottle to their lips and poured them a large sip of wine.

Under the firelight, a strange flush appeared on the faces of the two bound old men, perhaps because of the stimulation of alcohol, and the man was finally willing to speak, he laughed inexplicably, and then said: "Village chief, don't say too much." I know that this is the life of the people in our village, just fate! ”

"This triennial, this time I was selected, I hope that many years later, I will not be selected as a girl in my family, and I will be satisfied. At least at least," the old woman said the same.

It turns out that the person who has always presided over and led the villagers is the village chief of this village, and he is also very sad to see his appearance, why is he unwilling to stop changing something?

My heart is a little throbbing, and I don't know if Brother Zhengchuan and I are lucky or unlucky? Do you have to see such a scene?

As the two men spoke, the four young men and women cried even more, but the village chief took another sip of wine: "The people of our village have always died without a place to be buried, maybe this is retribution?" But it's better to die than to live, everyone knows that there is always some hope when you have children, and no matter how bad it is, some people know that in this mountain lump, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and there is a group of people like us. The heart is also comforted. ”

"Although it is tied up, it is still very painful, try not to struggle, and end this qiē as soon as possible, right? Drink a little more, and it will be over with a grit of teeth. As he spoke, the village chief handed the wine to the two old men.

This time, the two old men almost didn't think about it, and no one took several big sips.

Most of the remaining bottles of this strong and inferior wine were poured down by them like this, and an empty bottle was thrown out by the village chief for a long time, and in the dark night, there was a crisp sound of the bottle breaking.

"Folks, let's get on the road." As he spoke, the village chief took out a knife, and with a painful look on his face, he suddenly slashed at the two old men where there was no rope tied to them.

Blood flowed from the wounds, and under the influence of alcohol, the two old men stood with a little vanity and drank quickly and quickly, perhaps the alcohol paralyzed the pain on their bodies, leaving them expressionless, but looking at their children with sad eyes.

Then, twelve strong men came out, even if they couldn't see their faces clearly from a distance before, the blood stains on their bodies also showed that they were the ones who killed the pigs before.

These men also had solemn sadness on their faces, and they fell knives on the old men Because of their long-term experience in killing pigs, these people fell quickly and accurately, and the wounds formed quickly, and soon, the two old men were covered with blood.

But these wounds are not fatal!

Perhaps, such a quick and accurate drop of the knife can be regarded as the final 'mercy-?' Master once said that whether it is a fast knife or a fast sword, there is actually a sense of benevolence and righteousness in it, even if it is used to kill people, at least it can pass quickly, so that people can suffer less pain, and there is no intention of torturing people.

And in the line of being an executioner, the most taboo thing is to go down with a knife, the head cannot fall to the ground, if there is such a time, it will be looked down upon by everyone, even if it is a prisoner who is sentenced to death, he cannot have the mood of torture.

It's one thing to deserve it, but you can't disrespect the meaning of life because of that, and you can't justify torture because of that!

Unless it is a heinous crime, it must endure a thousand cuts in order to calm people's resentment. In fact, throughout the ages, even emperors did not dare to choose to use the so-called capital punishment lightly!

I deliberately allowed myself to think about something crazy to distract myself from the cruelty that was happening in front of me, which was too cruel for a 13-year-old.

If it weren't for Master's attention to the education of the heart, I am afraid that I would have collapsed a long time ago, but this is not the end.

After receiving these knives, the two old men were lifted up by the twelve men with painful expressions