"Uncle Hao, where are we going to stop next?"

Yan Lu dragged his heavy body and slowly squirmed between the mountain roads. After two hours in a row, he was already exhausted.

Bai Zhi's clothes are fluttering, and he should be the first to walk in front.

He is outstanding in light skills, has deep internal strength, and has not left any traces on him after a long time of travel.

Compared with Yan Lu's dusty face and small face shaped like a bitter gourd, he looks like a noble son who has come to the spring outing.

Glancing at Nameless, Bai Zhiyu opened his mouth and said:

"Thirty miles from here we will reach Huiji County, where we will stay tonight. Look at your dirty appearance, you can have a hot bath today."

Yan Lu's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth were filled with smiles.

In the past half a month, the three of them have walked in the wilderness every day, eating and sleeping in the open air, which is very difficult.

Today, he can go into the city to take a hot bath, and then eat a beautiful cooked meal, and he can't help but be happy with his youthful and old temperament.

Yan Lu added a momentum to his heart, and his steps were a little brisker.

Nameless walked at the end, looking at the two people in front of him and smiling silently.

In the past half a month, the three of them have crossed mountains and mountains, tread water and sailed, and shared weal and woe along the way. Under his deliberate guidance, and Bai Zhi is quite sophisticated, Yan Lu's relationship with this little uncle is much closer.

The three of them walked all the way, and after walking for another hour, they were already outside the county town.

Huiji County is only ten miles in radius, with a population of more than 1,000 households. The walls were made of adobe and looked dilapidated; A gate made of rotten mahogany was blackened by smoke and fire.

Bai Zhi and a few people entered the city, but they saw that the streets were sparsely populated, quiet and lonely. Suspicion arose in the hearts of several people, so they found an inn to inquire about the situation.

"Today, the altar in the city is open to pray for rain and worship the gods, if you are interested, you can go to the south of the city market to have a look."

The innkeeper saw that although the faces of several people were dusty, they were all dressed luxuriously and did not look like ordinary people, and he enthusiastically introduced.

Yan Lu was very curious when he heard this.

He looked up at Nameless, his eyes longing. There are no such sacrificial activities in the small number of patriots, and he is quite curious about the customs.

Seeing this, Nameless opened his mouth and introduced: "The wind of witch Gu is prevalent in Chu State, and most of the people worship the gods in Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs". Every festival, there will be sacrifices, and I think it will be very lively in the south of the city today."

Bai Zhi is also quite curious, Qu Yuan's work "Nine Songs", but the supreme god in the Nine Songs, Donghuang Taiyi, is also the title of the head of the Yin and Yang family.

The rest of the gods such as Da Shao Si Ming, Dongjun, Mountain Ghost, and Hebo are all inextricably linked with the Yin and Yang family.

"I don't know if today's sacrifice has anything to do with the Yin and Yang family"? Bai Zhi thought to himself.

Glancing at Yan Lu, he spoke: "Since there is a lively scene to see, we should not miss it." It's better to wash up first, and then go to see Chu Feng and Chu Yun together."

The latter's eyes lit up and he nodded again and again.

…………

The sun sets in the west, and twilight rises.

A few people had a good meal at the inn, and took advantage of the evening breeze to walk to the south of the city. The small town is not hard to find, but in a quarter of an hour the crowd is already at the market.

It's not a big place, just a small square, but the place is already full of people who have arrived early.

These people were dressed in Chu costumes, wearing flower feathers on their heads, and their faces were smeared with oil paint, babbling and singing Chu folk songs.

Yan Lu looked left and looked again, only to feel very strange.

Soon after, the festival began in earnest.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......",

Accompanied by the sound of dense drums, a group of people wearing masks of gods and short coats of animal skins, with bare feet and bare arms, leaped onto the high platform.

They sang ancient ritual songs, shook brass bells in their hands, writhed their bodies, swayed left and right, and danced mysteriously and strangely.

The people in the audience looked fanatical, their eyes were red, they knelt or crawled, and one after another responded to the sacrificial songs on the stage.

The scene in front of him was strange and mysterious, and Bai Zhi's scalp was numb, and he was speechless for a while.

Before long, the drums stopped and the dance stopped.

A high-pitched voice resounded through the square: "On ~ sacrifice ~ product".

The ensuing scene was terrifying, causing Bai Feng's pupils to shrink suddenly.

……

The crowd cheered, writhed, and celebrated wildly, and their voices drowned out the mournful wails of the boys and girls.

Absurd and weird, looking at it is cold.

The three of Bai Zhi seemed to be nailed to the spot, standing silently, motionless.

As the night deepened and the crowd dispersed, the three remained silent.

In the distance, several ragged men were buzzing and crying, and they slumped forward to pick up the bodies of the boys and girls, without a trace of fear or disgust.

That's their child.

They are one of the thousands of Li Shu in Chudi, and they have to sacrifice their children's lives just because of a word of the witch sacrifice.

Revolt? The grasshopper shakes the tree.

Sadness? Can it be exchanged for a child's life?

…………

"vomit",

Yan Lu leaned against the wall and bent down, spitting out a large mouthful of bitter water. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked with sadness:

"Master, those children are only four or five years old, but they were killed and buried so cruelly, why are they so cruel? Why is fate so unfair"?

The scene in front of him made Yan Lu frightened and deeply sympathetic. Perhaps in Yan Lu's heart, he was not like these powerless sacrifices, fleeing in all directions under the whipping of the net.

"The days are clear, and the terrain is dry. Mortals live between heaven and earth, and how many of them can control their own destiny. ”

Nameless also spoke in a low tone, with a sad expression.

How is Li Shu? What about Juggernauts? He seems to be powerful, but how can he ever control his own destiny.

It is not that he has not seen the cruelty of human martyrdom, but in the face of this custom that has been passed down for thousands of years since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, what can he do?

Bai Zhi was also silent, but he was not sentimental about the fate of the two.

In the feudal era, the ruler used fate to bind the thoughts of the people and consolidate his own class interests, so Nameless and Yan Lu could lament the unfairness of fate and the impermanence of the world.

But as a guest of later generations, Bai Zhi enjoyed the immersion of the rule of law and democracy.

He is well aware that the division of classes is an inevitable law of operation of human society, and even in a highly developed democratic society, there will be a gap between the rich and the poor, high-ranking officials and civilians.

But the situation that the superior is high up and the lives of the people of Li Shu are as cheap as ants, which still makes him feel deeply uncomfortable.

Bai Zhi is not stupid Bai Tian, he will not shout for equality for all in this era and demand a fair rule of law. But he didn't want to see life withering away, and he didn't want to see the living being buried.

Life is precious and should not be trampled on in this way.

Public order and good customs are the truth, and witches and evil gods have left endless disasters. This damn custom disgusted Bai Zhi, and an urge to shatter it all came to his heart, and his blood was pumping.

He wanted to do something, for this era, for this thousands of civilians.