The family history of the Si family, registered by the Shi Division, is more detailed than the mural depiction, large and small things are recorded in it, the most recorded is a hundred years ago, fifty years later, as the Si family declares that they will no longer practice witchcraft, the bloodline withers from generation to generation, and there are fewer and fewer things that can be recorded in this family history.

In the past 20 years, it was only two or three pages to memorize.

This history of the clan, from glory to decline, and then step by step to decline, the whole history of blood and tears is as heavy as a mountain.

Qin Liuxi turned the page back to a hundred years ago, looked at it carefully little by little, and found that in the history of this clan, there was no statement that the Holy Son Witch and the Black Witch Holy Maiden had a son.

But the gossip that the little ginseng spirit heard said that the black witch saint took out the twin drawing talisman array and set up the altar.

In the end, the little ghost bragged and said nonsense, or the black witch saintess kept a hand, and didn't let the witch know that she was pregnant, causing the entire White Witch clan to not know about it.

Qin Liuxi turned to a page, and the book read: In the second month of Gengchen year, the great witch Si Sheng of our clan summoned eight sacrificial elders and the holy woman Si Qi to encircle and suppress the Black Witch Temple, and won a complete victory.

In the month of Xin Wei Ding Siyue, the Holy Son Si Lian bleed and died, his soul was scattered, and the high priest was sad.

In the year of Gengchen, the holy Maiden priest sacrificed to the sky with blood, glimpsed a trace of heaven, predicted that the blood curse could be broken in a hundred years, and the power of the priests laid down a large array to protect the village, leaving a line of shadow, and blessing a trace of blood.

The next record is who dies each year and what kind of disease it dies from.

Turning to one of the pages, Qin Liuxi sighed, and his gaze fell on it.

This record is different from others, it is a missing idiot, but the action before death is to take out the uterus by caesarean section, scribble on the ground, and chant words in his mouth, as if he is sacrificing, which is appalling.

Qin Liuxi lit this record thoughtfully, this operation is familiar!

Although some idiots are missing, they will also have different talents from others, or ghosts and gods, and know the past and future, which one does this idiot belong to?

"What do you see?" Si Lengyue walked over.

Qin Liuxi raised his head: "The sacrifice is over?"

"It's just a small sacrifice, and now there are few people, except for the ten-year big sacrifice, the rest of the small sacrifices have been simple as when my mother was alive." Si Lengyue said.

Qin Liuxi pointed out the small record to her: "Look at it."

Si Lengyue took it and took a look, she hadn't read the historical records, if she had seen this paragraph before, she would have turned it over, after all, everyone's cause of death was different.

I can hear gossip from the little ginseng essence, and when I see this paragraph again, my heart is filled with a hint of strangeness.

"What comes to mind?" Qin Liuxi asked her.

Si Lengyue said, "It's no different from the gossip that Xiao Shen heard, this, could it be that this idiot also saw it?"

"Look at how old she is, fifteen years old, and that Gong Qianqian has already died." Qin Liuxi said with a smile.

Si Lengyue was a little embarrassed and said, "Let you see the joke, is that she has the ability to know the past?"

"It's hard to say, the idiot has one less spirit, maybe she accidentally has the natural ability to pass through the past, or perhaps, she really saw that spirit when Gong Xianqian sacrificed." "Can you see it?"

"People have three souls and seven spirits, and together they are a person with all beards and tails, but this is separated, and it is better to be separated." Qin Liuxi used two fingers as an analogy and said, "What can be seen here, maybe this can also be seen at a certain opportunity."

Si Lengyue realized.

"Of course, this is just my conjecture, but this record, is one gossip a coincidence, and the second is still a coincidence?" Qin Liuxi said: "I see that your clan history has recorded that in the past hundred years, all of you have paid for your lives to solve this blood curse, but none of them have succeeded, I am afraid that as you said, you have found the wrong direction, and the real source has not been found at all, and it will not be solved."

Si Lengyue was stunned, turned her head to look at the statue of the Holy Maiden, and said faintly: "She once predicted that it would be solved in a hundred years, what she said is true, without your appearance, did she not know this?"

Qin Liuxi also looked over, but he was full of interest, and said, "She is very powerful, and she was extremely admired by the believers at that time.

The magic power is also very strong."

Si Lengyue said, "She is also a witch doctor double cultivator, if she is still here, she must be very compatible with you."

The statue stands still on a high platform, the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, and the eyes are looking ahead, quiet, quiet, compassionate, and peaceful.

Si Lengyue said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the Holy Maiden's Codex."

Qin Liuxi followed her out of the door, and when she stepped out of the threshold of the temple with one foot, she seemed to realize something, and looked back at the statue, as if she saw a glimmer of light.

The dwelling of the Holy Maiden is in front of the waterfall, and although nearly a hundred years have passed, the house is still clean, and standing in front of the house, you can see the valley.

Qin Liuxi looked at this small building, it was very simple and tidy, with totems carved everywhere, the bed was a bamboo bed, and there was a book in front of the desk, as if the master had never left, but he had not returned from a long distance.

She watched as Si Lengyue pulled out a codex from the bookshelf and handed it over.

"I thought a codex like this would be kept secret." Qin Liuxi smiled.

Si Lengyue said: "The prophecy is not secret, but it is not as detailed as the codex, so even if the clansmen know that there is this prophecy, because it is a future matter, they have nowhere to find it, so they can only wait. Later, the clan withered, and one generation was not as good as the next, and finally ended up in extinction, and the one who knew in detail was the head of the family."

Qin Liuxi opened the codex and looked at it, the codex written in small letters, read neatly, when she looked down, she seemed to see the person sitting behind the desk, writing the blood curse in the clan one by one.

They tried everything they could to undo the curse, but they couldn't, and they could only watch their people wither.

They began to complain that using the Holy Son as a fine work was the most wrong decision made by the White Witch Clan since the establishment of the Church, so that the White Witch Clan fell into a catastrophe.

「…… I have a glimpse of the heavenly opportunity, the blood curse has existed for a hundred years, there is a son, and he bears the fire pattern of the lotus industry, which will save my people from the difficulty of the desperate vein. If your son relieves the difficulties of our people, the generations of our people should regard your son as the main thing, and make a good marriage for ten thousand years, and never live up to it, so as to repay the grace ......of God."

A drop of Yin red fell on this paragraph, and Qin Liuxi looked at the desk, as if he saw Si Qi writing with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Qin Liuxi looked at it again, and Si Qi also wrote about the doubts about Gong Xianqian's sacrificial soul seed blood curse, suspecting that she had another layout, but she was suffering from running out of time and could not study it.

The Codex came to an abrupt end.

Qin Liuxi looked at it again and said, "Si Qi may have guessed that Gong Qianqian was playing tricks on the side of the Black Witch Altar, but he didn't have enough time to find the real source. Then here comes the biggest trouble, where is the real place where the curse is raised?"

The little ghost was reincarnated, and there was no way to know where he saw it, how did they find that place?

It's really not about writing fantasy, I don't want to write redundancy, and I can't write fantasy - the above is all my scumbag's excuse!