"What's wrong outside? Is Lord Nangong so angry?"

"I've never seen an adult get such a big fire."

"Oh, you're here to stay, but you have to care about things outside."

"This time the ceremony of worshiping gods was interrupted, and even Lord Wu Zhu was almost killed."

"What? This is actually the case?!"

"Who did it?! Is it from the North Oak? Or the Shizuo? What expression do you have... Wait a minute, can it be said that it is from the Heavenly Stem?!"

Faced with the anger of his colleague, another guard Zhou, had a strange expression on his face and said:

"It's not the Li tribe, nor the Yu tribe, nor the Tiangan Kingdom."

"It's that sacrifice."

"What?!"

The shock and disbelief on his companion's face made Zhou Shuang feel very satisfied. After his companion promised two jars of wine, he told the news he knew, pointed to the dark stone cave behind him, and whispered:

"At that time, six warriors saw him in the woods and seemed to be in a coma."

"Seeing the appearance, people in the Tiangan area, with fine skin and tender flesh, and had nothing to do with the tribe. Such people are the best blood sacrifice, so they brought them back to Lord Wu Zhu."

"But it was this person who defiled our holy objects and even hurt Lord Wu Zhu."

"The six warriors were all whipped by Lord Nangong himself, and the screams rang outside for two days." Zhou Shuang couldn't help but sigh, "They were all strong warriors. In the end, they needed the support of women and children to walk. The clothes behind them were broken, all of them were blood."

"We are affiliated to the Jiuli tribe. According to Jiuli's rules, we must use the blood of this person to clean up such a great shame. During this period, we must take good care of this person."

One of the guards has not yet come back to his senses from the impact of this news.

After a while, he asked, "I'm so bored here for too long. How long will it take for the next good time to sacrifice?" Zhou Shuang thought for a while and said, "Today is the day when Wangshu Yuyue and sailing through the highest position in the sky. It was the best time. The next good day must be more than thirty days later."

"More than thirty days." The guard who asked the question turned his head and looked at the deep and dark abyss hole. The cold wind blew out from it, and it was so cold: "I have to stay here for more than thirty days."

"I hope that sacrifice will still be alive."

Zhou Shuang shook his head.

“This is not something we should care about.”

"Mr. Wu Zhu and Lord. Nangong will have arrangements."

…………

Zhao Li is dreaming.

In his dream, he was a man named Hongfang. His father was a strong warrior in the tribe and his mother was the Weaver Girl in the tribe. He had always grown up under the protection of his relatives until the tribe encountered a disaster. After his father went out that day, he returned home with a gloomy face, and his mother was crying.

The cracks on the tortoise shell show that he will become a tribe's holy sacrifice.

Holy Sacrifice? What is that?

In the following days, many people came to their homes to wish for blessings. They held gifts they usually couldn't bear to bear, and their waists were humbly bent down, with kindness and flattery faces. Even the nobles who usually looked down on their family greeted with a smile.

Then I realized that the holy sacrifice is to use my life to please the ancient gods.

You will die.

When I learned the news, I lay on the bed with my eyes open all night, unable to sleep, and could hear the barking of the hunting dogs outside, and my mother's crying echoed in my ears.

Ahh... Holy Sacrifice, it turns out that this means you will die.

An incomparable fear wandered in my heart, like a poisonous snake.

But everyone is telling themselves that this is a great thing that no one can envy. The sacred great cause can completely get rid of the pain on the earth, and the soul rises to the sky with the smoke, and stays at the knees of the gods forever.

In the end, even my parents said this, which is a good thing.

Since my parents said this, it must be right, Hongfang thought so.

A few days later, he changed into clothes as white as clouds.

With the captured Tiangan people and another sister, after burning incense and bathing, they were surrounded by many people. Those people saluted and sang to them, and the smoke spread. He was immersed in a sacred atmosphere. However, when the ceremony began, the fear of death emerged again.

The sister kept comforting him, although she was trembling in fear.

Ah, the holy sacrifice is a good thing.

Everyone says this, then there will be no mistakes.

Until the end, a dagger pierced the heart.

A violent tearing and strong pain exploded instantly, accompanied by regret, pain and regret swallowed life, and the last memory was only a scarlet and boundless darkness.

Zhao Li suddenly opened his eyes and breathed rapidly.

He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on his heart. His heart was still intact and was beating vigorously in his chest, but the speed was slightly faster, and he was not pierced by a dagger or a sharp wound.

Zhao Li's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, closed his eyes, and his body became relaxed from tense.

"It turned out to be a dream..."

"What blood sacrifice is really a dream without boundaries. It seems that we can't stay up late anymore, otherwise it wouldn't be just a matter of hairline."

Zhao Li murmured to himself, then reached out to touch his head. He did not touch the phone, but the light was trembling. He was stunned for a moment and looked at the misty white everywhere. This was a pure white space, and behind him, there was a transparent texture.

Through the barrier of transparency, he saw the deep valley below.

The rugged strange rocks were flowing with groundwater, while the other "self" was lying on a stone, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was wearing pure white clothes like clouds. There were traces of blood in many places on the clothes. He seemed to have been beaten up, his forehead and cheeks were a little blue, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The difference between the reality of memory and dreams emerges little by little.

The rough touch of the bronze dagger.

I saw with my own eyes the anger and fear of someone being killed, and the unrivaled punch.

Zhao Li's face turned pale.

Not a dream...

But if it weren't for a dream, what was going on now?

Soul? Or is that the man's punch really killed his own life?

He bent down and saw himself lying on the stone. His face was much younger, but he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he was weak, his chest was still rising and falling, and he was breathing, and even calm, as if he was in deep sleep.

Zhao Li breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at the space.

At the source of all white light

There is an unfolding scroll.

ps: You can just wait for a short time with six thousand words~ So today's second chapter is posted in advance

Tomorrow starts, 12:10 noon, 7:10 pm
Chapter completed!