Sang Shu thought of the dog hole in the back, and she walked towards that side without hesitation.

Rong Ember was no longer in the spring, and Sang Shu followed the direction of the patrol that day, and it didn't take long to reach the second floor of the attic.

Groping slowly up the stairs, Sang Shu soon saw the study during the day.

There was no one around, Sang Shu quickly approached along the wall, she leaned on the window and looked inside, there was no one.

Sang Shu gently pushed open the door of the study, and after coming in lightly, she closed the door again.

The study was dark, except for the cold moonlight from the window.

Sang Shu searched along the entire bookshelf, Rong Shen had mentioned before that he had read ancient books about the tribe, that is, if there was really such a ritual as human sacrifice, there must be books to record it.

Sang Shu's gaze swept inch by inch from the ancient books on the shelves.

All the ancient books have traces of flipping, except for the scroll in the corner, the handle of which is covered with dust.

Sang Shu's fingertips rubbed lightly on the handle, and the dust rubbed all over her hands.

She gripped the handle tightly in her hand, and as she was about to take the scroll off to look at it, the handle sank into the depths.

Sang Shu's eyes flashed with surprise, and before she understood what was going on, she saw that the huge bookshelf shook twice.

She quickly avoided it and hid under the window.

Immediately afterward, I saw that the bookshelf shook twice and then separated from the middle.

Under Sang Shu's gaze, the original bookshelves were like two doors, automatically separating to both sides.

A narrow, low passage came into view.

Sang Shu's breathing tightened, there was a secret room behind this bookshelf?

Could it be that the sacrifice of the living is hidden in this secret room?

Sang Shu pursed her lips, she pondered for a moment, then quickened her pace and trotted into the secret room.

One second she entered the chamber, and the next, the door to the chamber shut, and everything returned to its original state, as if it had never appeared.

Sang Shu looked around, she bent down slightly, and walked towards the passage.

There are night pearls lit up on both sides of the passage, and the deeper you go, the brighter the night pearls become.

Sang Shu tensed her nerves and walked deeper little by little.

At the end of the passage, two stone lions sat at the entrance of the passage, their eyes burning.

Sang Shu slowly approached, walked behind the stone lion, hid behind the lion, and poked out a pair of eyes to look inside.

I saw that at the end of the passage was a cave.

In the distance was a pool of deep black water, bottomless, and in the middle of the water, there was a raised stone with long chains at the ends of the stone, which connected to the top of the cave.

Sang Shu was a little far away, and she couldn't see clearly whether it was a person or something on the stone......

She slowly moved along the edge, and when she saw the man with his hands held in chains on the stone, her eyes trembled violently!

This countenance...... Isn't this the month of Garo??

No!

It was different from Jia Luoyue, she lowered her gaze, her face was stained with dust, but her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, not like what she saw today, revealing a coldness that was alienated to her bones.

Sang Shu looked at the unconscious person not far away in shock, and after rolling his throat with difficulty, he breathed unsteadily and asked, "Are you......?" Gara month? ”

Hearing her voice, the woman who had lowered her eyebrows slowly raised her eyes.

Her eyes slowed for a moment, and then she fixed her eyes on Sang Shu's appearance, opened her lips, and her voice was soft but firm, "Who are you?" ”

Sang Shu's eyes flashed, "Why do you look exactly like Jia Luoyue?" She's not out there......"

The woman struggled a few times, and the chains tied to her wrists made a crashing sound.

She took a breath and tried to keep the expression on her face before she spoke slowly, "You're not from the tribe, how did you get in?" ”

Sang Shu's eyebrows frowned slightly, "I am indeed not a member of the Jialuo tribe, and I didn't mean to break in, just because...... My friend was tied up, and they were going to use my friend for human sacrifice. ”

"What?!" The woman who had been calm since Sang Shu came in couldn't calm down anymore after hearing the words of human sacrifice.

She gasped violently, shortness of breath, "What do you mean by that?" What human sacrifice? ”

Sang Shu moved closer in the direction of the woman, and she vaguely guessed in her heart, "You are the real Jia Luoyue, right?" ”

What a simple and kind girl Jia Luoyin, if her mother is really the woman she has seen in the daytime, how can she raise such a warm and lovely daughter with such an indifferent and impersonal appearance?

"That's right."

The sound of chains sounded softly, and Jia Luoyue struggled to stand up straight.

"I thought I was going to be imprisoned here for the rest of my life."

"You showed up."

Jia Luoyue sighed, and in a trance, she thought of her daughter, "How is Xiaoyin?" Was she bullied? The woman...... Did it hurt her? ”

Sang Shu looked at her, "Don't worry, Xiaoyin is very good, she hasn't hurt Xiaoyin." ”

"That's good, that's good......"

"It's just that I don't understand, why are you, as a tribal leader, imprisoned here? Who is the woman out there? What does she want to do? ”

After Sang Shu asked, the light in Jia Luoyue's eyes dimmed slightly, "Her name is Huo Chuchu, blame me, I led the wolf into the house back then, and all this was a ...... I created."

……

Two days later.

The sacrificial ceremony of the Garo tribe officially began.

The branches of the ancient tree were tied with red ribbons, which floated in the air, swinging in a circle of arcs.

Sang Shu was shouted by Jia Luoyin early in the morning.

"Ah San, I asked Ah Bi to find a set of gara men to participate in the sacrifice, you change into it first."

Sang Shu took the clothes, and after entering the room, she changed her clothes by herself.

The sacrificial ceremony was solemn and solemn, mourning the ancestors, it was a tragic scene, and everyone's clothes were mainly dark blue and dark black.

When Sang Shu came out after changing her clothes, Jia Luoyin's eyes lit up, "You look so good dressed like this!" ”

Sang Shu pursed her lips, and then followed Jia Luoyin out to the sacrificial ceremony.

The altar was built on the banks of the Garo River, and the sun fell on the temple, reflecting the pattern of the snakehead on the altar, which was the mysterious patron saint of the Garo tribe.

The snake's eyes are dotted with red and blue precious stones.

Descending along the altar, a dense crowd of the people of the Gara tribe had arrived, and they all raised their heads and looked up at the high priest who slowly ascended to the altar with burning eyes.

The high priest was dressed in a black robe, and his face was almost completely obscured by a wide hat.

The high priest went up to the altar, and he raised his hand, and lit the flame on the altar, and the flame was lit, and all the children of the tribe of Gara knelt down, and they worshipped towards the altar with reverent eyes.

Sang Shu couldn't understand a single sentence of the sentences that slowly came out of his mouth, and only felt that the musical instrument that accompanied the sound was like a mournful sound.

Galoyin walked forward, she was about to kneel, Sang Shu let go of her wrist, "Xiaoyin, I have to find my friend-"