He floated in the stream, the water that surrounded him was crystal clear, the stream flowed quietly through the misty village, all the way to the white stones at the entrance of the village where the women were washing, where the stream splashed, you could vaguely see a few zigzag characters carved on the stone, "the place where the rooster crowed", but the stone somehow cracked, so the word "rooster" cracked as if the chicken had a broken head.

He wanted to push the stone away, or step on the stone to go into the village, where the villagers were faintly in the fog, but he could see clearly that they were dressed in long maroon clothes, black leather boots on their feet, iron pieces wrapped around their waists, and some with knives, shields, and spears in their hands, and they lined up in uneven formations, panting and fiddling with the weapons in their hands, and dancing with the orders of the two captains, as if they were in some strange formation, and after a while, the villagers dispersed.

He followed one of the captains all the way to the ancestral hall - no, there was no ancestral hall there, there was a tower of brick and stone, vaguely a fortress, he climbed up after the captain, and saw that there was still some hard wood piled up on the roof, which seemed to be prepared for wolf smoke, but at this time they smoked a few sticks from it, and brought roast chicken to warm the wine, because their captain had recently married a wife, and his colleagues put a small wine to celebrate him. It is natural for them to do this, and they have not considered what will happen if there is not enough firewood in the wolf smoke, after all, the imperial army has been withdrawn for a long time, and the Yiren are also a legendary existence, and these hard firewood will decay when they see it, so it is better to use it now.

They toasted together, and soon they toasted again, and the captain held a child in his arms, and he distributed the red eggs to the crowd to celebrate the birth of his firstborn child.

The mist still lingered for a long time, and the captain he had seen before changed his face, and he was angry, as if because his wife threw the second child he had just given birth to into the "mourning ditch", and the rest of the people persuaded him that his wife was beautiful and virtuous, how could he divorce his wife, besides, she killed her daughter for the sake of his family, this year's spring famine, there is not much food, and the military salary on the top has not been paid for a long time, and it is too difficult to raise two children.

Colleagues comforted him, and then, it seems, after seven or eight years, they talked about how cost-effective it was to throw their daughters into the funeral ditch, the newborn children, the family had not invested a grain of grain in them, and their wives were free from the drag of the newborn baby, and could quickly get up and do things, and the captain's family had already thrown three children into the funeral ditch, and the thought of not doing so was enough for him to praise this behavior.

The cold moonlight shone on the edge of the cliff of the mourning ditch, and a beautiful woman walked here, smiling, and threw a baby into the ditch, which was stained with blood and apparently newborn.

With the last cry of the baby, the ditch was dyed with a layer of red light by the moonlight, and when I looked up again, I saw that there was some blood in the full moon, and the actress who occupied a piece of the world next to her slowly dimmed.

He drifted in the air, and saw women, young and old, in the middle of the day, at sunset, and after sunset, crying and laughing, day and night, throwing babies into the ditch, and sprinkling the flesh of the newborn on the altar that was broken and filthy.

He knew that the shattering of the altar was doomed, something that no immortal or wizard could understand, and that a complete altar would not be as good as a broken one to manifest and glorify it, just as the Jade Belt that dominated the area was not as strong as the destroyed Jade Belt Country.

The altar was broken, but it was more glorious than ever.

Many black-robed priests were killed on the broken altar and burned, believing that it would defile the altar and destroy the source of the dark power. They thought they had won, but they were helping him to win.

They will soon learn that killing the priests and breaking the altar is useless, futile, and destined to show that it is impossible to be defeated by these acts. As the altar was broken and defiled, the flesh of those who were poured on the altar became more abundant and fresher. Now there are no black-robed priests to worship in this ruin, but there are mothers who bring their own daughters to sacrifice, and the awareness of the praise of death has never been so strong in this land.

He reached out in all directions, and there was an unusual force in the air, and the mountains and water vibrated as if they were giving a silent warning: "Get out of here, this is not the place for you!"

But this will be where it will be, and they will know one day.

His body was churning, and his eight arms were anxious to leave his body, for within him, the evil eye, nourished by the flesh of a human baby, was eager to burst out, tearing through the demon's shell and taking on a new form...... Even, devouring those eight arms.

Xiao Qianqiu didn't speak, he was a true immortal for a thousand years, his eyes had seen the leaves of Qingzhou fall from the trees a thousand times, he had seen the distant mountains a thousand times the snow had melted again, but today he knew that in front of other existences, this was an insignificant experience and lifespan, how long had they been watching them like this? Did the disciples of the Yunxi Sect have their apostles in the ranks of the first time they crossed the Yuexi Mountain? The ensuing battle between the immortal families, and even the dispute between the five elements and five colors, was it also caused by them? Is it useful to think about all this now, and is it all in its plans?

The altar was broken, but there were more offerings.

He seemed to have heard this sentence somewhere, but it was only when it was revealed that he really understood that it was not a desperate lie, and that it was they who should be desperate.

Hua Lin wiped his sweat and threw his newfound strength far away.