He Lingjiang had a vague guess about Bi Mo's plan in his heart, so he simply took a quick bath.

Then, she changed into the wide plain robe, hid the things she was carrying in a place that was not easy to detect, and sat on the couch in front of the window, closed her eyes and meditated.

Outside the window, the branches of the trees were reflected diagonally on the window, and there was silence.

The incense burner at her feet, green smoke curling, and the fragrance drilled into her nose in wisps.

The body that had been sitting up straight was unconsciously crooked, and finally leaned diagonally in front of the window.

Except for the faint sound of breathing, there was silence in the room.

After about a stick of incense, there were footsteps coming from far and near.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, and it seemed that someone stood in front of the door and listened intently.

After another half a cup of tea, I heard only a "squeak" and the door opened.

The wide robe slid gently over the threshold, and the footsteps got closer and closer, and then stood still in front of He Lingjiang.

He stared at her for a long time, and then called softly, "Wake up, it's time to worship the sacred tree." ”

He Lingjiang didn't seem to hear it, his breathing was deep and long, as if he had fallen asleep.

The man waited a few more breaths, leaned over slightly, and picked her up.

He Lingjiang didn't go far before he felt that he was laid down, and there was a hard slate under him, and it was a little cold.

From time to time, there is a gentle breeze that slowly blows across the face.

This should be outside the house.

After Bi Mo put her down, he took a few steps back, and then picked up the copper bell next to the case, shook it, and swirled around He Ling Jiang who was lying in the middle under his feet.

He Lingjiang closed her eyes, and there was a sound of shaking copper bells in her ears, and then an ancient and mysterious spell slowly flowed out, faintly echoing in her ears.

After some time, the spell stopped, and the brass bell gradually stopped.

In a trance, the night breeze swept through her face with wide sleeves, and someone walked up again.

He Lingjiang opened her eyes suddenly, and saw a flash of light in front of her, she turned over and dodged, rolling to the ground.

"Sting!" The sharp dagger missed, slashing at the stone case with a piercing sound.

He Lingjiang supported the ground with one hand, and only then did he see that he was under the holy tree in front of this shrine.

It's just that there are candles lit on the ground at some point, and hundreds of candles are arranged in a mysterious formation.

There was a stone case in the middle, and he had just rolled down from it.

Next to the stone case, stood Bi Mo, who was dressed in a plain white robe.

He had a little cinnabar in his eyebrows, and he was holding a thin blade in his right hand, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw He Lingjiang suddenly wake up, and then smiled indifferently.

"You woke up early, could it be that you can't pretend to be dizzy?"

He Lingjiang stared at him tightly and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Bi Mo withdrew his thin blade, lowered his head and lightly flicked his sleeve: "As you can see, I am just about to sacrifice to the tree." ”

He Lingjiang glanced at the stone case, and then looked at the thin blade in his hand: "But you look like you want to take my life." ”

Bi Mo smiled softly: "The two are not in conflict, I am just taking your life to sacrifice to the tree." ”

He Lingjiang's eyes narrowed slightly, if this was the case, no wonder when she touched this holy tree last night, she sensed a trace of blood.

"You are the yin personality, and the blood in your body is the most suitable for watering the sacred tree."

Bi Mo raised his head, looked at the rich canopy and smiled: "This body can't be wasted, buried under this holy tree, just to make tree fertilizer, isn't it wonderful?" ”

He Lingjiang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, it turned out that this Bi Mo was so attentive?

He sacrificed people to the tree, but he was very scheming.

He Lingjiang thought of the two girls who had disappeared indirectly in the two years of the Luo Jia Division, and the time when they disappeared was about this time.

Her eyes trembled slightly: "Yulan and Sister Yanxiang are now under this tree?" ”

Bi Mo lowered his eyes and laughed softly: "You are smart. ”

And so it was!

He Lingjiang thought of the crazy Yulan aunt, as well as the rock phase who had been looking for her sister for a year, and couldn't help but feel compassion in her heart.

She stood up, and the night wind grew stronger at some point, rolling up her robe and blowing it in the wind.

"If the priest wants to sacrifice me to a tree, can I be made to die? This holy fruit that can cure all kinds of diseases in the legend of the Rajabe really needs human blood to irrigate? ”

"Well, you came with the Holy Fruit in mind, and now, I will let you die clearly."

Bi Mo's expression couldn't help but become melancholy: "The holy tree and holy fruit of my clan are naturally not the things that draw people's essence and blood. It's a pity ......"

"As time goes by, this tree may have to decay and wither one day."

About five years ago, the fruit of the sacred tree became scarce day by day, until three years ago, the aura was so thin that it was almost indistinguishable from ordinary fruits.

Every year, before a specific day of worship, the fruit will grow to the best ripe time for the human sacrifice to the mountain.

However, at that time, and near the day of the sacrifice to the mountain, the holy fruit was not ripe for a long time.

The people of the Divine Hall are all panicked, it is him, and there are many uneasiness in their hearts.

The holy fruit sacrifice mountain is the custom of the Rajabu for a hundred years, and because of this, the wind and rain of the Rajabu have been smooth and there have been no disasters for the past hundred years.

However, if the holy fruit is not ripe for a long time and the sacrificial ceremony is delayed, no one can say what the consequences will be at that time.

Bi Mo locked himself in his room for three days and three nights, rummaging through the classics of the clan, and then found a way to ripen himself.

The holy fruit is born from the aura of heaven and earth, absorbing the qi of the sun, moon and stars, wind, frost, rain and dew, and deriving the power of life.

If you can also sacrifice it with the spirit of life, you can replenish its aura and ripen the holy fruit overnight.

Among the many living beings in the natural world, human beings, who derive seven emotions and six desires, give birth to the heart of wisdom, are the highest beings.

It is best to sacrifice human life and water human blood.

Among them, the one with the most pure spiritual energy in this world should be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. Women are yin, and girls whose lives are yin are the best.

He had a way, and he set out to do it.

Bi Mo is the priest in the village, and in this village, he can easily know the birth date of any girl.

Therefore, the first one to disappear is Yuxiu.

She went to the mountains to collect medicine, and just disappeared. Her grandmother also became delirious as a result.

Only two days after the start of the mountain sacrifice, the shrine allows people in the village to come and go to worship the sacred tree.

Somehow, Yuxiu A-Niang pulled out a ring that fell from Yuxiu's hand under the tree, and began to make a fuss about looking for someone again.

Fortunately, he said that Yuxiu had been here before, and it was because he fell here that he covered up the past.

She was so insane and insistent on finding her child, and Bi Mo resorted to some means to make her even more insane.

Next, there is the Iwaxiang sister.

Yanxiang Ah Mei is the same as Yuxiu, both of them are yin life, Bi Mo in the second year, naturally set his eyes on her, and before sacrificing to the mountain, he took her away.

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