My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

"The purification ceremony will begin soon. Please stay in the audience with your friends and do not move around at will. This ceremony is very important for Xianglu Village."

"How important?"

Zhang Hao could guess some of it in his heart, but he wanted to hear Yinhui explain it in more detail.

"...Since you have worked so hard to get here, you naturally understand the curse on this village."

"I know something." Zhang Hao pointed to Xue Ji in the distance and said, "Someone once told me that a patriarch killed the saint three hundred years ago. Is he the ancestor of that girl?"

Swish-!

The silver dagger touched Zhang Hao's neck again, without any surprise, he was almost used to it.

"Don't be so angry, girl. I don't mean any harm. I just stated what I saw as a bystander. If you don't agree with this statement, feel free to refute me."

After all, Yinhui was still young and couldn't compete with Zhang Hao, an old fox. He fell into the opponent's trap in just a few sentences and couldn't do anything without explanation.

"You are right, but in this matter, no one is right or wrong. The ceremony must be carried out, otherwise these people will..."

Before finishing this endless sentence, Yinhui returned to the altar and prepared for the purification ceremony.

Zhang Hao turned back to Yu Bin and his group and said, "Follow me and don't wander around. This ceremony is really important to them."

Perhaps seeing Zhang Hao's serious expression, the other three people did not refute, and quietly followed Zhang Hao to the corner under the altar.

They are outsiders and are not affected by the curse. They do not have to kneel down and can sit on small stools to watch.

The villagers gradually came together, and the atmosphere around the altar became mysterious.

Zhang Hao looked up and saw that there were nine pillars four to five meters high around the prototype altar. Five of them were wrapped with black and red hemp ropes that exuded a strong smell of blood. At the top were a huge bull skull and two horns. There are red flags tied on each, and the words depicted on them have lost most of their color due to the wind and rain before the curse, and the traces can only be barely distinguished.

The other four pillars are half a meter shorter, and what is on top is not a cow head, but a basket made of some kind of vines. Although there is no cover, from Zhang Hao's perspective, it is not clear what is placed inside.

It was probably related to the sacrifice, and Zhang Hao could feel the strong evil energy coming from it.

"Are there tributes in those baskets?" Xingyue raised her head and asked.

"Yes." Bonnar replied: "It's a tribute."

"What kind of snacks do you like to serve here? I don't know if they are delicious." Xingyue held her hands, looking a little expectant.

"I don't know if it tastes good, but I definitely can't eat it." Zhang Hao pressed Xingyue's head, making her look away and said, "There are human heads inside."

"hiss--!"

Xingyue was frightened and shook. Fortunately, Zhang Hao had the foresight to hold her head down so that she didn't look too outstanding.

"What? Human heads?!"

After Xingyue forced herself to calm down, she lowered her voice and said, "You're lying, right?"

"It's not a lie." Bao Naer interjected: "The Miao people attach great importance to the activity of sacrifice, and almost take out the best things."

"But which one is better, a cow head or a human head... it should be the bloodiest, right?"

Looking at Xingyue's shivering look, if she had been left to decide, she would probably have chosen a few delicious snacks and fruits to put in.

Zhang Hao needed to calm down and think carefully, so he answered all Xingyue's doubts in one breath.

"This place is isolated from the rest of the world. Human beings almost rely on mountains and water to survive. The very few surviving crops also require the help of cattle. Farming cattle and young and middle-aged men are the foundation of survival for the Miao people. This is what they think. I thought it was something very precious, so I sacrificed it to the saint.”

Xingyue didn't speak for a long time. She didn't know what she was talking about, but Yu Bin's hand tightened.

Yu Bin hugged Xingyue, looked up at the basket, and said with somewhat stunned eyes: "They are all twenty-nine-year-old men born on September 9th. This faith is such a waste." Zhang Hao He raised his eyebrows slightly, thought about the wording for a moment, found it interesting again, lowered his head and laughed softly.

waste?

It's really an interesting concept.

Although using such words to describe life is a bit frivolous, considering the current situation, it is the most appropriate.

There was a vibration on the stage. When I looked up, I saw several strong men carrying a pure white coffin, placing it on the altar, and then kneeling down from the stage.

"This is the coffin of the last saint in Miao territory three hundred years ago!" Baonar suddenly became a little excited.

His voice was a little passionate, and even Yu Bin Xingyue stretched his neck in an attempt to see more clearly.

Surrounded by everyone, the patriarch Xueji slowly walked out.

The crowd dispersed, and Xue Ji was wrapped with a black iron thorn chain. The thorn spikes pierced her flesh, and the bright red blood soaked the silver scales of her uniform, making her face even paler.

The moment Zhang Hao saw Xue Ji's appearance, his surprise flew to the sky.

But on second thought, this is what it should be.

Three hundred years ago, the patriarch assassinated the saint. Today's purification ritual is just an attempt to suppress the saint's anger and hatred through the power of the witch.

If you want the saint to be satisfied, you can only make the patriarch suffer.

It's just that Zhang Hao didn't expect that it would be such a torture method.

When the human body is damaged, it is extremely easy for evil spirits to enter the body. If the saint's resentment is too strong, Xueji is likely to...

Obviously, Yinhui also knew.

From the moment she saw Xue Ji's appearance, her brows never relaxed.

Even though this was the third time she and Xueji had performed such a ritual, it was extremely thrilling every time!

Yinhui took off his black cloak, took out the soft sword from his waist, held it in both hands, knelt in front of Xueji and saluted her.

Xueji smiled comfortingly at Yinhui, then closed his eyes and quietly waited for the "punishment" that belonged to him, the leader of the clan.

Yinhui made a lot of determination before making a mark on Xueji's right arm.

Blood flowed out instantly, and at the same time, a restless breath suddenly came from the saint's coffin.

"ah!"

Xingyue let out a soft cry and quickly covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at such a bloody scene.

"It turns out to be such a ritual. It's so scary."

"The scary thing is yet to come." Bonnar said expressionlessly: "The witch is using a special soft sword to scratch nine scars on the patriarch's body, and then let him lie on the cover of the saint's coffin to absorb the inside. The evil spirit. This process is a thousand times more painful than this knife."

As soon as these words came out, even Zhang Hao couldn't help but feel pain in his body.

No, for Xue Ji, and for every short-lived clan leader in the past three hundred years, it is a pain that goes deep into the soul.

(End of this chapter)