The houses in the village are all made of stone, the kitchen is built separately on the periphery, the hall is flanked by the living room, and the houses are surrounded by flowers and plants, and some of the delicate ones have died due to the long period of neglect.

The layout of the houses of each family is almost the same, which shows that the villagers of this village are very cohesive.

In order to prevent the plague, Jin Jiaojiao tied a white scarf to cover her mouth and nose, and walked around the stone house cautiously, but never saw half a figure, and the more she walked inside, the louder the chanting became.

The village is very large, and after walking for a small half pillar of incense, she vaguely saw the figures of three or four villagers, all of whom were women, holding brightly colored flowers in their hands, heading in the same direction.

Several people came to an altar dedicated to holding sacrificial activities, the round altar is about two meters high, the area is about ten square inches, there is a high stone tablet in the center, the dragon flying and the phoenix dance on it is engraved with the ancient text that Jin Jiaojiao does not understand, under the round altar is an open space, the four directions of the southeast and northwest stand respectively the green dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, the Xuanwu four mighty and domineering stone statues, the faces of the four statues are the same as the stone tablet on the round altar, the layout is exquisite, it looks a bit like a mysterious formation that Jin Jiaojiao has read in the book.

Around the clearing was a group of villagers, about fifty or sixty people, who were also very particular about their position, first separated from men and women, and then divided into old people, middle-aged, young people, and children, all listless and dead, with pale and bloodless mouths full of words, and their eyes full of six points of despair and four points of hope.

It seems that the village is indeed plagued by the plague.

The people in the circle closest to the altar were lying on stretchers, looking terminally ill, then children, the elderly, middle-aged people, and the outermost people, young people.

Jin Jiaojiao bent down and hid behind a stone house not far away, there was no one in the stone house, the door was hidden and not locked, she softly pushed the door into the room, and she could watch more carefully through the stone window of the side house, and it was not easy to be found by the villagers.

The women of the village had spread the flowers they had brought all over the altar, and the praying people stopped there, and an old man stood up in the crowd, dressed more elaborately than the others, and seemed to have quite a prestige in the village, and he climbed up to the altar tremblingly, and all eyes were on him.

The old man vigorously raised the scepter in his hand to the stele and recited an ancient sentence, then turned to face everyone.

"The evil god is angry and brings disaster to my village, and today I offer a jade maiden to ask the evil god to calm his anger, forgive the sins of my Jufang Village, and bring a little blessing to protect my village."

He said it heartbreakingly, and he had the illusion of spitting out his throat and eyes.

The ignorant villagers blamed the gods for natural and man-made disasters and chose to sacrifice a young girl for blessings, this picture Jin Jiaojiao is too familiar, and five out of ten of the books she has read are this kind of plot, a type of hero saving beauty.

It's just that I don't know which young girl is going to be unlucky today, look at the villagers who are going to die in this circle, the hero candidate didn't find out, and urged the candidates but one by one.

"Offering the Jade Maiden."

After the old man finished speaking, he saw a woman wearing a big red wedding robe with a red hijab on her head with her hands tied behind her back, one left and one right, followed by two people who pressed her from behind the altar, the woman's steps were vain, her shoulders were fluttering, but she tried her best to resist and wanted to break free from the grip of the two people.

Jin Jiaojiao looked around the crowd and saw the blind aunt who had not been seen for a few days and a seven or eight-year-old boy sitting on the periphery of the crowd, the boy should be her child Brother Sheng, his face was red from the sun, and he was leaning on the blind aunt's arms with his eyes closed, he also looked sick, but not like the plague in Jufang Village.

The blind aunt gently patted Brother Sheng'er's back with her palm, like a mother coaxing a sleeping child, quietly listening to the movements around her, but her expression was different from that of the people around her, with a hint of contempt and disdain in her seriousness.

Jin Jiaojiao turned her gaze back to Brother Sheng, he was obviously about the same age as Li Yiyao, but he looked weak, as if he had never eaten a full meal. Jin Jiaojiao suddenly remembered that Li Yiyao said that the blind aunt would sew new clothes for him during the New Year's holidays, and then look at the clothes worn by Brother Sheng, even if the patches are large and small, they still don't fit.

What is the reason for dressing other people's children in new clothes and their own children in old and tattered clothes left over by others?

The jade girl in the wedding robe was pressed onto the altar and tied to the high stone tablet, the ceremony seemed to begin, and the people sitting in the audience stood up one after another, holding hands around the altar and dancing a strange dance, and their mouths also chanted along with it, and the atmosphere was more enthusiastic than before.

The so-called jade girl on the stage is still struggling to the death, unwilling to be fiddled with the fate of sacrifice, but her temperament is fierce, and Jin Jiaojiao has become a little interested in her.

At this time, the sky over the valley was suddenly covered with dark clouds, the sky was covered tightly, and a gust of wind swept the sand and stones of the leaves, and the red hijab on the head of the jade girl was blown to the ground, revealing the true face of the jade girl.

It's Ah Xing!

How could she fall into the hands of this group of old, weak, sick and disabled people with her skills?

"She's been drugged."

A familiar male voice suddenly sounded in her ears, Jin Jiaojiao's heart tightened, turned her head, and almost kissed Zhao Bingyu's face.

"You!" Jin Jiaojiao hurriedly took half a step back to widen the distance, and was pulled into his side by his waist again, and said unsteadily, "When did you come?"

She didn't even notice it.

With warm anger in her eyes, Zhao Bingyu glanced at her ankles, which were already about to be swollen but red and swollen from blind movement, and reproached, "Who asked you to come? Do you want any more legs?"

She didn't blame him for entering the village without permission behind her back, not to mention that she was still because of ...... Because...... Although Jin Jiaojiao didn't want to admit it, she did run out because she was worried about Zhao Bingyu's safety, and he didn't understand it, but he even blamed himself in turn. Grievances are like sudden underground springs gushing out of the spring, Jin Jiaojiao pinched the back of his white hand, scolded with her eyes, pushed him away, turned around and continued to pay attention to the situation on the altar.

Zhao Bingyu also realized that his words were serious, lowered his eyes and sighed, took off the crutches in her hand, let her center of gravity lean on herself, and said sorry helplessly.

"I just came, and as soon as I entered the house, I saw you here, and my soul was scared out of you, you didn't know that there was a plague here, and you still had injuries on your legs. Hey, ancestor, I really can't do anything about you."

Jin Jiaojiao's anger was half gone, thinking that you don't have a lot of luck in your heart, knowing that you still have to come in if there is a plague.

"Anyway, sooner or later, I'll be infected by you, so I'll just come in and find death."

"Okay, okay," Zhao Bingyu hugged her into his arms from behind, "I know that my wife is worried about me, I was wrong just now, and my tone was heavy."

Jin Jiaojiao raised her right hand, stretched out three fingers, and said indifferently, "Article 3 of the marriage contract!"

Zhao Bingyu: "......" changed to death, why is that thing still working?

"Reconciliation or divorce, you choose."

Zhao Bingyu silently let go of his hand and surrounded her emptily.

"I choose to love my wife and adult."

Jin Jiaojiao gave him a ruthless look, obviously, the marriage contract rules still work quite well sometimes.

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