only god

Chapter 256 A Story About Marriage
This village hidden in the dense forest has been deserted for an unknown number of years, and the surroundings look gloomy and cold.

As time passed, through the cracks in the leaves, Bernice could clearly see that the dusk was passing away little by little, and the last bit of sunlight was about to leave the earth.

The priestess on the side also turned pale at the moment, with a little panic in her eyes.

They all have the same doubt in their hearts...

Is this... really a place to collect ritual materials?

Will the precious materials sacrificed to the water god really grow in such a cold place?
On the pitch-black road, the doors of the entire village were wide open, and the inside was dark. The open doors were like mouths full of blood. As Bernice moved forward, they saw a horrified scene.

The crows gathered on a thick and wide old tree. Its branches were twisted, and the leaves on it were all withered. The ground was full of dry and dry leaves, and above the pile of dead leaves, there was a strange black shadow swaying in the wind.

It was a hanged carrion, so rotten that it could not tell the difference between male and female, with a dead garland around its hanged neck.

The pupils of Bernice and the priestess shrank sharply, and they almost screamed. When they turned their heads, they suddenly found the old priest Lula staring at them like a ghost.

Lula's eyes were bloodshot.

Bernice and the priestess kept their mouths shut, and they didn't dare to utter a word for a moment.

Under the light of dusk, the shadow of the carrion dragged extremely long on the pile of dead leaves, looking weird.

I saw the old priest Lula making a gesture of praying to the water god, her thin fingers clenched tightly, and she kept exerting force.

Not long after, she gestured to the two priests to stay here, and Lula turned her head and stepped deeper into the jungle.

Bernice's small hands were clenched, and the palms were full of sweat. Gusts of cold wind hit her, and the wet and biting cold made her skin crawl.

How long does the old priest want us to wait here?
Bernice's lips turned white. She looked around the dilapidated village, muttering and praying in her heart:

"Water God... There are ashes everywhere here, as if there has been a fire, but why are those doors open... Did no one lock the door after leaving?"

Bernice glanced fearfully at the interior of one of the houses. There were tables and chairs, a torch nailed to the wall, and a big pot set up with stewed food in it...all of these seemed like someone else was alive. Same,
"It's like... a village for ghosts to live in."

Bernice's scalp was numb and her heart was beating wildly.

And the priestess on the side looked left and right, and her feet were trembling in this gloomy village.

"It's okay...I'm the priest of the water god, and I'm the maid of Angelina, the mother of all waters... Really, really ghosts don't dare to offend us..."

Bernice comforted herself, waiting in panic for the return of the old priest Lula.

However... Ever since Lula stepped into the depths of the dense forest, she has not returned from it for a long time, and the only sound in the woods is the rustling of the wind.

Bernice was almost hopeless, her palms were covered with sweat.

The priestess beside her seemed to be unable to wait any longer. She took Labness's hand and pointed to the depth ahead.

After Bernice hesitated, she was about to nod slightly.

At this time, a chill suddenly appeared on her neck.

Bernice turned her head abruptly, her pupils trembling slightly.

The rotting corpse that was hanging on the dead tree unknowingly turned its direction. Its back was facing them, but now it was facing sideways. Its empty eye sockets seemed to be staring sideways at them for a long time.

"This, this is... Is this blown by the wind?"

Bernice knew that there was a strong gust of wind just now. She had never seen such a thing, and she had never been in such a terrible place.

She froze in place, and no matter how much the priestess dragged her, she didn't move a step.

Cold sweat covered Bernice's back.

She stared at the rotting corpse closely, afraid that it would make any movement again.

At this time, the dusk was gradually passing away, and the village became more gloomy and cold, and the silence was unimaginable. Those crows stood on the eaves and branches, but they didn't cry, as if they were dumb.

Whoa, whoa...

Bernice's hairs stood on end, and the girl turned her head sharply again.

That was the High Priest Lula, she walked slowly from the depths of the forest.

This time, the girl's raised heart slowly let go.

The wind was blowing, and there was the sound of Mosuo leaves everywhere. I saw that the chief priest Lula was holding a sackcloth package in his hand, which was full of materials to be used in the ceremony.

Priest Lula's complexion was extremely pale. She stared at Bernice and the other priestess without saying a word. After a long time, she continued to move forward and led the two out of the dense forest.

Bernice let out a small sigh of relief that they were finally able to leave here.

The girl didn't know why Priest Lula brought two priests to this dense forest. They didn't seem to do anything, they just stood in a village with a strange atmosphere and waited for a long time, and Priest Lula had already collected them. all materials.

Bernice followed Priest Lula. For some reason, after staying here for a long time, she always felt like she was being watched.

She turned her head slightly, the carrion remained motionless, and the crows turned a blind eye to their group.

Following Lula, Bernice wrinkled her nose.

On the old woman's clothes, there seemed to be... a slight rancid smell.

Bernice didn't know if it was her own illusion, or something else...

Slowly, the group of them left the dilapidated village and walked out of the dense forest.

The cold wind blew through the forest, and the leaves were scattered by the wind, and Bernice didn't dare to look back.

Even if it's just a glance...

Because she heard again...

A little creepy laughter was mixed in the wind, and came from behind him.

In that laughter, it became clearer than before, as if someone was slowly approaching my ear...

Bernice clenched her hands tightly, and she walked closely to the old priest. Slowly, the group of them finally walked out of the gloomy jungle.

The sun had already set, and High Priest Lula took out his flint and steel and lit the torch he carried with him.

Having already left the dense forest, coupled with the light of the fire, the panic in Bernice's heart subsided a lot.

And she also saw sharply that Priest Lula also slowly frowned, it seemed that everything was over.

There was still some chill in Bernice's heart, she thought it was just a lingering fear, so she forcibly suppressed her heart.

Slowly returning from the dense forest to the curfew city-state, Bernice followed Priest Lula and stepped up the long steps in front of the temple. At this moment, Priest Lula finally spoke:

"Go back and get a good night's sleep. Don't tell anyone what happened tonight."

Hearing this, Bernice wanted to ask something, but met the old woman's unquestionable eyes.

For a moment, Bernice had no choice but to nod.

So, after returning to the temple, Bernice slowly returned to her room. The wall was dark blue, and under the scattering of moonlight, it was a little light red, and something flashed across the wall, as if it was someone. kind of reflection.

The girl glanced at it a few times, but nothing happened, and she was inexplicably flustered.

The various reflections on the ground made Bernice's heart beat faster, and within a short time after leaving the dense forest, goose bumps appeared on her arms again.

After hurriedly wiping her face, Bernice buried her head on the straw bed, hugging the quilt, panting softly.

"It's okay, Bernice, don't scare yourself."

Bernice whispered.

In the dark and narrow room, the air was humid and crowded, and Bernice took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Bernice curled up on the bed, she was lying on her side, her heartbeat slowly calmed down through her breathing, and she was about to recover.

Maintaining the same posture is tiring, Bernice turned around slowly, stretched out her curled up body, and looked casually at the beams.

squeak...

A carrion wreathed in garlands hangs from a beam!
And what's even weirder is that...

This carrion has no head!
Goosebumps rose with layers of fear, and Bernice's legs and feet kept shaking.

head... head... where?

Bernice's mind was blank, and creepy doubts kept echoing.

Suddenly, she seemed to hit something hard on her right side.

Bernice froze.

The head of the rotting corpse was right next to her pillow, the rotten breath was against her ears, and a horrifying female voice sounded in her ears.

"Let me tell a story about marriage..."

(End of this chapter)