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

"Etc., etc!"

A middle-aged woman wearing Miao costume suddenly jumped out and protected Xueji from Yinhui's knife.

"If you want to cut me, cut my flesh and blood. Let my daughter go. She has done nothing wrong!"

As this woman rushed to the altar, the tribesmen below also became restless.

"what is she doing?"

"You actually broke the ritual. Do you want us all to die together?"

"She is crazy. First her husband died, then her son. If her daughter also dies, she probably won't be able to survive."

From their words, Zhang Hao could tell that Xue Ji's family had died during the ceremony. If her mother hadn't suddenly rushed out and interrupted the ceremony, Xue Ji would not have escaped death either.

Yinhui noticed the atmosphere in the audience, realized that it could not go on like this, and quickly grabbed Xueji's mother.

"Araki, stand up, don't do this, everyone is watching."

Araki hugged the dying Xueji tightly, his face was covered with tears and snot, full of despair.

"No, you can't take away my daughter anymore. If someone must sacrifice, then let me do it!"

This kind of ceremony can only be performed by the clan leader. If it could be done by just pulling in a random person, the tragedy of Xianglu Shen Village would not have lasted for three hundred years.

It was so long that even the miko who performed the purification ritual had to change so many batches.

Once someone dies at the hands of a witch, the witch will never be able to do this again for the rest of her life.

It can be said that not only curses are sacrificed, but also witches.

She pulled Akira's hand slightly and said beside her: "Believe me, I won't let Xueji die in my hands."

After a pause for a few seconds, she added: "At least not today."

"Come down quickly, or we will all die here!"

"Come down quickly, Araki, who makes your family the leader of the clan!"

"This is your fate, don't try to resist. How many people have tried to change their lives in the past three hundred years, haven't they all paid a heavy price?"

"The most important thing is to calm down the saint's anger, otherwise we won't even be able to survive."

At this time, Xueji finally slowly opened his eyes.

Although his body was covered with blood, his face was extremely white. To describe it as pale would not be an exaggeration.

"Ama..."

"Xueji, my Xueji!"

"Grandma, let me go. The ceremony must continue. We can't do this again..."

Before he finished speaking, Xueji fell into coma again.

Araki became very excited all of a sudden, tearing at Xueji's limbs, trying to hope that she would wake up just like that.

Xue Ji's clothes were partially pulled open, and Zhang Hao saw that there were many large and small scars on her body. Visual inspection should not be accidental.

She has performed this ritual many times, and these scars are traces of fate.

"I want to see what else a saint like you is capable of!"

Araki let go of Xueji, opened his arms and rushed towards the saint's coffin, a roar similar to the roar of a wild beast squeezed out of his throat.

Yinhui's heart suddenly trembled, and he shouted: "Don't—!"

Her exclamation stopped abruptly before she could finish speaking.

Just like the life of Araki.

——Araki was nine steps away from the saint's coffin. He didn't even finish his roar, his eyes widened, and his body fell straight to the ground, causing waves of dust to rise.

Zhang Hao stood up immediately, staring straight at him.

Araki was indeed dead. Zhang Hao could feel that the "vitality" in her body suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only an old body. In broad daylight, a person who wanted to do something wrong to the saint's coffin died immediately, without even finishing his last cry.

Is this a kind of "divine punishment"?

With the death of Araki, the people in the audience were like wasps that exploded their nest, scurrying around. Even if Yinhui tried hard to control the situation on the stage, it was of no use.

what happened……

What on earth happened here?

Xueji slowly opened his eyes and felt that the pain lingering in his vertebrae had disappeared a lot.

She vaguely remembered that before she fainted, her grandmother once held her in a warm embrace.

"Ama...Ama!"

Xueji suddenly opened the rope around his body and looked around for Araki's stiffness.

Just when her eyes were about to turn to the direction of the coffin, half of Yinhui's body rushed over, blocking her view.

"Don't look."

Xueji could guess just these two words.

Tears burst out almost instantly. She pulled Yinhui's arm in disbelief and said, "What's going on?"

"Araki wants to die for you, and the saint seems to have fulfilled his wish."

"No, that's not true. It's me who deserves to die this time!"

"Calm down."

No matter how much Yinhui controls, he can't suppress Xueji.

How can a person who is in a state of madness calm down so easily?

At this moment, a talisman was pasted behind Xueji.

In an instant, Xueji fell into Yinhui's arms like a toy whose power supply was cut off.

Yinhui raised his head and stared fiercely in the direction from which the talisman flew.

"What did you do to her!"

Zhang Hao put his hands behind his back and slowly walked up to the altar, with a look of inquisitiveness on his face.

"Don't worry, this is a calming charm. It's naturally harmless. It just makes her calm down a little. Otherwise, she will definitely do something even crazier."

Although Yinhui still didn't believe Zhang Hao, seeing that Xueji's face in his arms gradually turned rosy and his breathing gradually stabilized, he thought it was really useful.

She wrapped up Xueji's wound three times and said without raising her head: "The ceremony is suspended. Something bad may happen. You outsiders should leave here quickly."

"Speaking of which, aren't you also an outsider?"

Zhang Hao lowered his head to the village plaque in the distance and said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to get out."

Yinhui turned around and looked, and was so shocked that his breath stopped.

Behind the plaque in the distance, the world turned into chaos, black and gray intertwined, and nothing could be seen clearly.

On the contrary, the world in the village remained as usual.

However, this is definitely not a good sign.

A bold guess is that this village has been sealed up and has become truly "isolated" from the world.

Even if these outsiders wanted to leave, they couldn't.

They will die in this stockade together with these sinners.

"I'm sorry...I'm really sorry."

Her thoughts were almost written on her face. Although she was a mysterious witch, she was still just a little girl of the same age as Xueji. She couldn't hide it from Zhang Hao, a man who had lived two lifetimes.

"Don't be in a hurry to say sorry, I may not die here."

Zhang Hao turned his head, looked at the three people who came with him from the audience and said, "What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)