The scorching sun is relentlessly blooming its heat in the sky, just like watching the lively crowd in the sacrificial square. Among these people were commoners, officials, merchants, and members of the royal family. Some of them belong to the country, or even to the city, but they don't care about what is going to happen here.

They gathered here more or less out of gossip, and of course there were some of them who cared, but their concern was accompanied by a little disgust and resentment. The "culprits" who had aroused the resentment and resentment of these masses were now tied to the high altars, exposed to the scorching sun and the pointing of the audience.

This "culprit" is just a little girl who looks only eighteen or nineteen. Generally, a little girl of this age, in this Nanqiguo is the best age for marriage, and girls like this are generally dressed up as much as possible to attract the attention of the opposite sex as long as they go out.

But the girl was pale, and she was wearing only a thin linen plain garment, on which there were still a lot of dried blood stains. But her eyes were still as clear as ever, and this time she was more determined, and there was no trace of fear of being executed.

"The hour has come, and the ritual of sacrificing to the heavens has begun!" An old man in a dark robe shouted in a deep voice. At his command, several white-robed women with torches in their hands threw the torches burning with blazing fire in their hands into the haystack that had already been piled up under the altar. When the fire met the grass and oil, it immediately burned very vigorously. The fire quickly crept up the bamboo pole of the altar, and it seemed that it was about to climb to the feet of the girl who had been tied. But she didn't seem to see anything, and just slowly closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust was kicked up on the horizon, and it turned out that at some point, a strong wind was blowing in the distance. The sand and dust that the wind had picked up quickly built a large wall of sand and dust, which was pushed all the way towards the crowd by the wind. The crowd that had been watching the excitement in the altar square was frightened by the sudden storm and fled in all directions. Some people who couldn't avoid it were surrounded by the sand and dust wall, unable to move, so they could only squat down and wrap their clothes tightly with all their strength.

The old man in Xuanyi, who was in charge of presiding over the ceremony under the altar, saw that the situation was not right, and immediately surrounded the burning altar with several other white-robed women, made a consistent gesture, and built a mist-like barrier around the altar, wanting to resist the wall of sand and dust. However, the moment the wall of sand and dust touched the barrier, the wind became more and more violent, and even a large dark cloud immediately gathered in the sky. As the dark clouds followed the footsteps of the wind and floated to the sky where the barrier was located, they suddenly pressed down on the robed women below as if they had been given life. Their magic power was not high, and the only one with the highest strength was the old man in the Xuan robe, but in the face of this impact attack mixed with wind and sand mixed with rich water vapor, it was obviously not enough. Soon, the barrier was broken, although the gap was not large, but the pressure generated by the wind was infinitely magnified, and the wind rushing in from the mouth directly blew the robes on their backs, and the barrier immediately collapsed. Without the barrier to resist, the storm became even more unscrupulous, and immediately blew the altar over. The altar was already full of flames, and this time, all the flames were blown everywhere. Some smashed into the bungalow and immediately set a house on fire, while others smashed directly into people's bodies, and those who were burned can imagine how they would be hurt. But the storm paid no heed, but continued to blow the fire away from the bound girl, and then a wind, different from the devastating storm, carried a cloud and gently lifted the girl from the high altar and landed on the ground, which had long been blown clean by the other winds.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, not knowing whether she was blown by the wind or frightened by the sudden situation just now, and when she opened her eyes, tears began to flow from her eyes. "He came after all." The horse-haired hedgehog storm slowly dispersed as she landed safely to the ground, and her vision gradually became clearer. It's just that what appeared in front of her eyes was a mess. There were casualties everywhere, and the house was almost burned to the ground. "Why do you bother doing this? For me...... So many innocent people...... It's not worth it! She muttered, tears felt like they were about to run dry, the sore, itchy and stinging dryness made her almost unable to open her eyes, and a sudden feeling of powerlessness made her fall backwards involuntarily.

Someone once asked her, but she regretted it. She was originally a saint who protected the country and enjoyed the honor of the whole country, and she should have been respected by the people of the country all her life, and she should have lived a prosperous and smooth life. But for a man of unknown origin, who ended up like this, her answer was only one "no regrets". It's just that in this life, after all, I have borne too much for this "selfishness", and I have failed too many people. Perhaps, if there is a next life, there should not be a next life, because she will definitely choose him without hesitation. Thoughts lingered on the poor girl, who was about to fall to the ground, and she gradually lost consciousness.

[The pen name of "My Dream Wolf" on the Jinjiang Literature City website: Wenhua Xiang Dance, which is my original, please know. 】