Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress

  Chapter 372 Looking in the wrong direction

The family history of the Si family is registered by the Secretary of the History Department. It is more detailed than the murals. All the big and small things are recorded in it. The most recorded one is a hundred years ago. The power of witchcraft, the bloodline has withered from generation to generation, and there are fewer and fewer things that can be recorded in this family history.

   It has been nearly twenty years, but I have finished memorizing it in just two or three pages.

  This family history, from glory to decline, and then step by step to decline, the whole history of blood and tears is as heavy as a mountain.

  Qin Liuxi went back to a hundred years ago, and after a closer look, he found that in this family history, it was never written that the holy son Wu Jie and the black witch saint had a son.

  But the gossip that the little ginseng listened to, but said that the black witch and saintess had a caesarean section and took out the twins to draw amulets and set up an altar.

   Is it that kid bragging and nonsense, or is it that the black witch and saintess kept a hand, and didn't let this witch know that she was pregnant at all, so that the whole white witch clan didn't know about it.

Qin Liuxi turned to a page and wrote: In the second month of the Gengchen year, Si Sheng, the great witch of our clan, summoned eight priests, elders and saintess Si Qing to encircle and suppress the Temple of the Black Witch, and they won a complete victory. The altar blew up the Yuan Dan, sacrificed the soul, planted a blood curse, and cursed my family for endless retribution from generation to generation.

  In the third month of Xin Wei Ding, the holy son Si Ling died of bleeding from seven orifices, his soul was scattered, and the high priest was sad for hurting his son.

  Ding Weiyue in the year of Gengchen, the saint Si Qing sacrificed her blood to the heavens, and got a glimpse of the secret, predicting that the blood curse would be broken in a hundred years, and the power of the priests assembled a large array to protect the village, leaving a ray of shadow and protecting a trace of blood.

  The following records are about who died every year and what disease they died of.

   Turning to one of the pages, Qin Liuxi let out a surprise, and his eyes fell on it.

   This record is different from others. It is a poor idiot. The action before death is to take out the uterus by caesarean section, kneel down and scribble, chanting words, as if offering sacrifices, which is appalling.

  Qin Liuxi clicked on this record thoughtfully, this operation looks familiar!

   Some idiots are less powerful, but they also have talents different from others, or they can communicate with ghosts and gods, and know the past and future. Which idiot does this belong to?

   "What did you see?" Si Lengyue walked over.

  Qin Liuxi looked up: "Is the sacrifice finished?"

   "It's just a small sacrifice, and the number of people is small now. Except for the ten-year grand sacrifice, the rest of the small sacrifices were kept simple when my mother was alive." Si Lengyue said.

  Qin Liuxi pointed out the short record to her: "Look."

  Si Lengyue took it over and took a look. It's not like she hasn't read the Shi Ji. If it was in the past, she would have read this passage. After all, everyone's cause of death is different.

   But after hearing the gossip from the little ginseng essence, and seeing this passage again, a strange feeling appeared in my heart.

   "What do you think of?" Qin Liuxi asked her.

  Si Lengyue said: "It's no different from the gossip Xiao Shen heard, this, could it be that this idiot also saw it?"

   "Look at how old she is. Fifteen years old, Gong Xianben died a long time ago." Qin Liuxi said with a smile.

  Si Lengyue was a little embarrassed, and said: "I let you see a joke. Does that mean she has the ability to know the past?"

   "It's hard to say, the idiot is so young, maybe she accidentally has the innate ability to pass through the past, or maybe, her soul really saw it when Gong Xianxi sacrificed."

   "Can even a soul see it?"

"A person has three souls and seven souls, and together they are a person with all beards and tails, but separated, it's like being separated." Qin Liuxi used **** as a metaphor, and said: "You can see it, but you can't say for sure This can also be seen on a certain occasion.”

  Si Lengyue seemed to realize something.

"Of course, this is just my conjecture, but in this record, one gossip is a coincidence, and the second one is still a coincidence?" Qin Liuxi said: "I see that the records of your family's history have solved this blood curse for a hundred years. And running around and giving your life, but none of them can succeed, I am afraid that, as you said, if you look in the wrong direction, and the real source has not been found at all, you will not be able to solve it.”

  Si Lengyue was stunned, turned her head to look at the statue of the saint, and said quietly: "She once predicted that it would be solved in a hundred years, and what she said was true. Without you, did you not know this all the time?"

  Qin Liuxi also looked at it, but she was full of interest, and said: "She is very powerful. I think she was admired by the believers at the time, and her witch power is also very strong."

  Si Lengyue said: "She is also a witch doctor. If she is still here now, she must be very congenial with you."

  The statue stands quietly on the high platform, the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, and the eyes are looking forward, quiet, peaceful, compassionate, and peaceful.

  Si Lengyue said: "Let's go, I'll show you the Holy Maiden's Handbook."

  Qin Liuxi followed her out, and when she stepped over the threshold of the temple, she seemed to feel something, and looked back at the statue, as if seeing a glimmer of light.

  The residence of the saint is right in front of the waterfall. Although nearly a hundred years have passed, the house is still clean. Standing in front of the house, you can keep the valley within sight.

  Qin Liuxi looked at this small building, it was very simple and tidy, with totems carved and painted everywhere, the bed was a bamboo bed, and there was a volume of books in front of the desk, as if the owner had never left, but had just traveled far away and never returned.

  She watched as Si Lengyue took out a volume of letters from the bookshelf and handed it over.

   "I thought such letters would be kept very secret." Qin Liuxi smiled.

Si Lengyue said: "The prophecy is not a secret, but it is not as detailed as the letter, so even if the clansmen know that there is such a prophecy, because it is something in the future, there is nowhere to find it if they want to find it. They can only wait. Afterwards, the clansman withered , one generation is not as good as the next generation, and in the end, the family is wiped out, and the one who knows the details is the head of the family."

  Qin Liuxi opened the letter and read it. The letter was written in small letters, and the face was read neatly. When she read it, she seemed to see the man sitting behind the desk, writing about the blood curse in the clan.

  They tried everything possible to break the curse, but they couldn't ask for it. They could only watch the tribe wither.

  They began to complain that it was the worst decision of the White Witch family since the establishment of the religion, so that the White Witch family fell into a catastrophe.

"...I have a glimpse of the secret. The blood curse has existed for a hundred years, and there is a son who bears the fire pattern of the lotus on his body, and will save my family from the crisis of dying. If the noble son solves the difficulties of our clan, the generation of my clan should treat the noble son Lord, make a ten thousand year good, never let it go, in order to repay the grace of God..."

  A drop of bright red fell on this passage, and Qin Liuxi looked at the desk, as if he saw Si Qing writing, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

  Qin Liuxi read on again, and Si Qing also wrote about his doubts about Gong Xianbe's sacrifice of the soul-planting blood curse, suspecting that she had other plans, but suffering from the lack of time, he couldn't figure it out.

  The Codex comes to an abrupt end here.

Qin Liuxi looked it over again, and said, "Si Qing may have guessed that Gong Xianbe was playing tricks on the altar of the black witch, but there was not enough time to find the real source. Then the biggest trouble came, and we Where is the real place where the altar of curses is raised?"

  The little ghost has been reincarnated, and there is no way to know where he saw it. How did they find that place?

   It’s really not about writing fantasy, I don’t want to write boring, and I can’t write fantasy—the above are all my scumbag’s excuses!

  (end of this chapter)