The courtyard was suddenly pin dropping.

Everyone's eyes were on Ah Miao.

It seems that if she says something inappropriate, they can beat Miao to death here on the spot.

After all, it's just a plaything of the witch doctor, and calling her 'Sister Ah Miao' is also to give her face;

Fang Ning, who was lying in the grass, also held his breath and silently clenched the knife in his hand; As soon as the situation changes, they will attack quickly.

The breeze blew the fallen leaves on the ground, and Amean froze in place, her figure shaking invisibly.

The hand holding the stick turned white, and she lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Miao."

The big man at the head was silent, and his hanging hand quietly put on the machete pinned to his waist; The dangerous and cold gaze stared straight at Ah Miao's thin back, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Can you tell me why?"

After a while, I saw Ah Miao slowly raise her head, holding the wooden stick stained with dirt in her hand and being dusted off by her on the ground; It wasn't until the dirt at the tip of the stick had been dusted off that she walked slowly towards the huge pot.

The big men stopped and looked at each other, not knowing what Ah Miao's intentions were.

"This is Guizhi."

She poked the pot out with a stick and carefully spread it on the ground for them to identify.

"It has the effect of dissipating cold and relieving pain, sweating and relieving the surface, and clearing yang and dissolving qi." A cold gaze swept over everyone present, and Ah Miao's emotionless eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, "If you don't believe it, we can go to the front of the witch doctor and confront each other together." ”

"It's not my time that's missing anyway."

"When the auspicious time comes, it is not me who is chased and scolded by the people in the village."

Seeing Ah Miao so fearless, the big man's face was a little pale, and most of his suspicions had already dissipated; He wanted to ask again why the smell of medicine was different from last year, when suddenly another person came outside.

The thin man came in and asked, "Brother, dad asked me to ask why it took so long to move some elixir; The Witch Doctor is already a little angry, and is urging you to hurry over. ”

After that, he paused again, looked at Ah Miao who was throwing cinnamon sticks into the stove, and said again: "By the way, the witch doctor also said that this time Sister Ah Miao will also go with him." ”

"He wants Sister Ah Miao to put a second incense stick on the gods."

Ah Miao's face turned pale in an instant, and his body stiffened and did not dare to move.

But fortunately, the men who turned their backs to her didn't see her abnormality clearly, and only muttered a few words: "A plaything is also accompanied by a second incense ......"

"I'll sacrifice to the gods next year, see how long you can be proud"

……

Ah Miao, who was vain, followed the medicine delivery team as if he had lost his mind, his fist hanging down his side clenched and released, and his dark eyes were firmly fixed on everyone in front of him.

But in the end she did nothing but look back at where she lived; In that eye, there was too much to hide.

There is reluctance, guilt, desolation, and envy......

There are no regrets.

-

"The gods are above, and the earth is below."

"In Xianai, the third-generation witch doctor of Zhangjing Village, with all the people of Zhangjing Village; Like you to offer the most sumptuous delicacies, may you be blessed forever and for generations to come. ”

"May you bless us with a prosperous and prosperous year ahead. May all those born be boys, and may all those who pass away be evil spirits. ”

……

After a long congratulatory speech, the pious villagers of Zhangjing Village knelt down on the ground; They recited every word the witch doctor had said over and over again, like the most devoted believers.

But more people pay attention to the barrels of black medicinal juice floating on the high platform.

Many people are already secretly swallowing saliva with bowls, with the most honest longing in their eyes.

- The refreshing feeling after drinking the elixir every year is simply unforgettable for them all night, if it weren't for the last reason pulling them, it is estimated that someone would have rushed up to fight for it.

The witch doctor sitting on the altar looked at the villagers who were about to move, and the sarcasm in his eyes flashed; Looking at these people is like watching a bunch of stupid pigs.

It wasn't until Ah Miao finished putting on the last stick of incense that he withdrew his gaze and prepared to speak.

However, at this moment, suddenly a man came out from behind; He silently walked to the witch doctor's side and whispered a few words in his ear, and then saw the witch doctor's face become solemn.

The man retreated, but the witch doctor turned his attention to Miao, who had no presence in the corner.

The finger holding the cigarette stick shook Ah Miao, and he raised his chin and signaled, "Ah Miao, you drink a bowl first." ”

The crowd fell silent instantly.

The overwhelming coldness instantly flooded Ah Miao's back.

Even the cracks between the bones were cool.

Suddenly, a villager shouted dissatisfiedly: "Why, Lord Witch Doctor!" Historically, the elixir can only be drunk by men, Ah Miao, she can put on the second incense, but this elixir is one bowl less than one bowl, she drank it, what should we do if we don't have it? ”

This sentence quickly won a lot of echoes, and the villagers were bustling.

The witch doctor, who was smoking a cigarette, lifted his eyelids, and his wrinkled face was solemn; After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "As next year's divine servant, why can't she drink a sip of this elixir?" ”

This sentence was like a slap in the face, knocking these villagers into half a sentence and not daring to say anything to refute.

Naturally, the servants of the gods were to be sacrificed to the gods. To put it mildly, it is to serve the gods; To put it mildly, this Miao can only live for a year.

The eyes of everyone looking at her suddenly showed a little pity.

What does it matter if a dying person gives her a bowl to drink? Anyway, they can drink it again every year, and if she does, she may be able to remember their good after the sacrifice and continue to bless them.

"Come here, bring yourself a bowl and drink."

The witch doctor looked straight at her, his words full of non-committal tones.

Ah Miao, whose fingertips were cold, pursed her lower lip, and slowly walked to the elixir barrel step by step.

When she was about to take the bowl, she lowered her eyes and whispered respectfully: "My lord, I can leave it for everyone to drink." ”

The villagers below were overjoyed when they heard this, but before they could be happy, they heard the witch doctor's cold face and whispered: "Drink! ”

With just one word, Miao knew that the witch doctor's patience was about to run out, and if it dragged on, I was afraid that her plan would only do more harm than good.

So she quietly clenched her fists, lowered her eyebrows and responded, "Yes." ”

…

Holding the handle of the spoon in his hand was cold, and the night breeze was mixed with a bit of chill in the dark night.

No one knew what kind of turbulent waves were under Ah Miao's calm face.

This was the first time since she was eight years old that she was officially allowed to step out of the witch doctor's compound; But perhaps, this time and the last time.

The past went through her mind like a passing fact, and she remembered that when she was eight years old, she was favored by the witch doctor, and stood out from the crowd of girls to become the witch doctor's handmaiden.

She was both lucky and unlucky.