Time passed faster and faster after entering the end of the year.

The capital is also lively, the streets are more pedestrians, and the sound of naughty young children playing with firecrackers can be heard from time to time.

In the Heavenly God Palace, Ye Duyi's mood was not so good.

The closer the festival gets, the more people come to worship the gods in the Celestial Palace.

And with the crowd the more offerings are brought......

As soon as he approached the altar, Ye Duyi smelled a strong smell of blood.

As she got closer, she saw a bloody hill—a hill made of chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep carcasses.

Seeing this scene, Ye Duyi furrowed his eyebrows fiercely.

She looked at Wu Xian behind her and asked, "Is this the case every year?" ”

Wu Xian nodded and replied respectfully, "Every year!" ”

"Then how does the Heavenly God Palace deal with these sacrifices?"

"It's usually taken away by the people of the Imperial City Division, and then ......"

Wu Xian's voice lowered, "Then some of the good ones were sent to the restaurants in the city, and the rest of the bad ones were kept as food for the Imperial City Division." ”

As the two were talking, five or six plainly dressed people came over with a few chickens.

There are adults and children in that group, and they are close to each other, and they know that they are a family at a glance.

After seeing Ye Duyi and Wu Xian, the family was stunned for a moment.

The middle-aged man in the crowd, who was obviously the head of the family, hurriedly glanced at the woman next to him, and the woman reacted immediately, and then the two of them knelt down with the child in tow.

"Meet the Beichen Divine Envoy! Meet the Priests! ”

Ye Duyi nodded and replied gently, "Get up." ”

After they got up, Ye Duyi continued to ask, "Are you here to worship the gods?" ”

The middle-aged man at the head nodded hurriedly, and he replied with sincere fear, "Divine envoy, we are here to worship the gods. ”

Ye Duyi looked at the live chicken he was carrying in his hand and continued to ask, "Then what is your sacrifice?" ”

Hearing the envoy ask about the sacrifices, the man thought that the envoy was saying that his sacrifices were few, so his face turned blue and he stammered, "The small people's family is poor...... The people also want to offer the best sacrifice to the gods...... These chickens are what Xiaomin can come up with......"

As he spoke, he panicked. He pounced, knelt on the ground again, and said in a pleading tone, "The gods have made your lordship, and the small people know that these sacrifices are cold, but the small people's belief in the gods is absolutely true!" ”

"Hurry up!"

Ye Duyi stepped forward to help him up, and explained helplessly, "That's not what the deity meant!" ”

"It doesn't matter how many sacrifices you have, what matters is the sincerity of the believers! You are so loyal to the gods, how can the deity rebuke you for the sacrifice? ”

Hearing the words of the divine envoy, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and then he couldn't help but start to feel ashamed in his heart, he actually thought so much about the divine envoy just now! What a damn one!

God makes his conduct noble, and how can a bastard like him speculate?

Thinking like this, the awe on the man's face intensified.

Ye Duyi didn't know what he was thinking, and her attention was on the struggling at this time.

The roosters seemed to sense that someone was watching them, and they struggled even harder.

And the middle-aged man also noticed the gaze of the oracle, and he thought that the oracle was disgusted with the rooster.

So he tightened his grip on the rope with which the rooster was tied in his hand, and said with a flattering smile, "Divine messenger, when the little people kill these beasts, they won't make a fuss!" ”