Chapter 12 Sacrifice to the top of the mountain

Unexpectedly, the plan couldn't catch up with the change, and yesterday's Che Lao appeared in front of Qingyue, asked Qingyue's birthday, and took her to the sacrificial mountain. It all happened too suddenly.

Coming to the top of the mountain, Kiyotsuki was amazed by the scale of the place.

Walking straight into the temple, Qingyue looked up, just a valuable plaque hung there, there was no inscription, a group of maids took Qingyue into the bathing room, closed the door and picked up Qingyue's clothes,

"What are you doing?

A group of maids let out a silver bell-like laughter, Qingyue was dizzy when she heard it, and after laughing, one of the maids said, "Girl, don't get me wrong, let's bathe and change your clothes?"

"Why do you want to bathe me and change my clothes?" Qingyue became more and more puzzled.

Maids, you look at me, I look at you, no one answered, and a maid stepped forward and said, "Girl, we are also acting on orders, I hope you can cooperate, otherwise we will be punished." ”

After speaking, several people took off Qingyue's clothes with their hands and feet.

"Wait," Qingyue shouted in time, "I want to go to the thatched house!"

"Take the night pot!" shouted a maid,

"No, no, no, you look at me...... I can't pull it out, is there a thatched house here, where can I go, you just follow me, very fast!" Qingyue said with a blushing face and a heartbeat.

The maid thought for a while, and then reluctantly said, "Okay, come with me!"

So I followed the maid to the thatched house,

"I'll go in by myself, right away, very fast!" Without waiting for the maid to answer, Qingyue walked into the thatched house with an arrow step, locked the door firmly, took out the blade from her arms, and found a secret place to hide.

It took about an hour to bathe, and then I was forced to put on a very crappy red shirt, "What do you mean!

Qingyue's mood was extremely bad, she became a murderer inexplicably, inexplicably reached the top of the sacrificial mountain, and now she is wearing this strange dress inexplicably.

Sitting in front of the dresser, Qingyue saw many women's jewelry, rouge gouache, some of which were only half used, it seems that there was once a woman who loved beauty here. But, why don't you see that woman?

"What about the people who used to live here?" Qingyue asked again,

Still no one answered.

The maids left after taking care of it, leaving only one maid to lead Qingyue back to the room, during which she went back to the thatched house and took back the knife and hid it in her arms. The room was large, full of red curtains, and the breeze blew in through the windows, the curtains fluttered, and the eerie atmosphere became more and more intense.

Leaving Qingyue, wandering in the room, it was getting late, the two maids brought food, but it was all vegetarian dishes, Qingyue ate a few bites, it was really dull and tasteless, so she simply stopped eating and decided to go out for a walk.

On the eve of the ceremony, it was very calm here, except for a few people walking around on patrol, no one else, even the maid who was serving her just now was nowhere to be found, probably afraid to answer her own questions, so she didn't want to see her.

It was also quiet, looking around, the most attractive thing for Qingyue was a high platform, she lifted the long skirt dragged on the ground, walked up to the high platform slowly, and the ghost sent the god to the guardrail, looking down, and couldn't help but take a breath of cool air.

Below, it seems that another prosperous world has been woven with lights, and a cluster of blue light has attracted Qingyue's attention, this blue light is definitely done by spiritual power, as if it is transmitting some information.

Qingyue didn't know, because of this cluster of blue light, a woman jumped from here, achieving half a lifetime of resentment, half a lifetime of bondage, and half a lifetime of self-blame, just a day late!

The breeze is blowing, and the air in the high places is really much better than on the ground! Qingyue unconsciously closed her eyes, opened her arms, her black hair flew, and her clothes fluttered.

Suddenly, a woman in red appeared in front of Qingyue's eyes, but she obviously had her eyes closed, how could she see the woman? The woman's mournful wail sounded in her ears, and then she saw the woman jumping over the guardrail and disappearing into the bottomless cliff.

Qingyue opened her eyes suddenly, still breezy and surprisingly quiet, nothing happened. A huge fear grew in Qingyue's heart.

Because she had just heard clearly that the woman was a sacrifice, and her own was a sacrifice in her place! This was by no means an auditory hallucination! She had long heard that the birthday of the living sacrifice of the mountain festival coincided with the birth date, and she was born in the lunar year, so she was a sacrifice, and tomorrow would be her death!

Qingyue broke out in a cold sweat and began to run like crazy towards the road she came from, but was undoubtedly stopped and thrown into the room. The red curtains fluttered because of the breeze when the door was opened, and in Qingyue's opinion, it was all red with blood.

I don't know how many women with a difficult fate have lived here, Qingyue took out the night pearl given by Qi Shan, and the green glow gave her empty heart a little comfort, a trace of it.

Now, Qingyue wants to escape, she must not die like this! She came to the dresser and looked at herself in the mirror, haggard and pale.

Under the loosening, Qingyue fell directly to the ground, people were unlucky to drink water and stuffed their teeth, Qingyue scolded secretly. Rubbing his aching buttocks, he looked into the ground, and the stool was unrecognizable by insects, no wonder it collapsed as soon as he sat down!

In the wreckage, there was actually a yellow letter, written by Wu Qianlang, the font was very beautiful, and at a glance, I knew that it was from a woman's hand. Could it be the letter of the woman I saw on the high platform just now, could it be that Yin Qianlang is her lover or relative?

In doubt, Qingyue opened the envelope, there were two pieces of stationery inside, and looked at the signature, it was written to two people, why did she hide it here? She read the content of the letter, and most of what she wrote to Wu Qianlang were some lingering and sympathetic words, or the earnest hope of deep hope, and the sorrow of waiting for her, and she could see that Qingyue had goosebumps.

Before halfway through, Qingyue gave up hastily. Continue reading another letter, addressed to a little kitchen maid, and the contents of this letter intrigued her.

The general content of the letter is to explain how the maid named Xiaohuan managed to take the letter down the mountain and hand it over to Wu Qianlang. Infatuated woman! All of them are thinking about that negative man named Wu Qianlang.

Thinking of this, Qingyue put away the Night Pearl and decided to find Xiaohuan, maybe only this Xiaohuan might tell her what she was going to face tomorrow, maybe she might be able to escape.

It's better to act than to be excited, Qingyue found a reason to be hungry, and specified that she wanted Xiaohuan to cook and send it over in person.

Half a sound, it was not Xiaohuan who came in but a girl named Xiangyao, she said, Xiaohuan died violently just now, so she was called temporarily.

A few very light side dishes were placed in front of Qingyue one by one, and she was really hungry, but when she heard Xiaohuan die violently just now, her heart trembled, and she couldn't raise her appetite.

Just died, how could it be so coincidental, it was so difficult that she pointed out that she wanted Xiaohuan to send it, which alarmed the Che family, so she killed people in order not to let herself know the truth! Just send another person, why kill people?

After the incense left, the room fell into absolute silence, and it was possible to hear the sound of his own rapid breathing, terrible, terrible everywhere.

The top of the entire sacrificial mountain, as usual, died two people one after another, without any waves.