The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1800 Sacrifice
"Look at this little boy with a pale face. It's okay. Just wait until I ask your fourth uncle to prepare some more nutritious food for you."

The clan king felt sorry for his heir, he put her back on the bed seriously, tucked her in the quilt, and handed her over to Hong to take care of her.

Hong's eyes were red, obviously frightened by her.

"Yu didn't expect you to be so fragile now, don't worry, I will definitely not mention the past in the future, even if you can't remember it, it doesn't matter, in fact, I like you more now."

Hong said very seriously.

With a pale face, Yu spit out a few words, "I can tell."

She didn't forget that when she just woke up, she heard the words from this girl's mouth.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed, and the past six months have been uneventful, and nothing major has happened.

The people of the tribe live step by step, practicing, sleeping and studying every day.

Without her as a troublemaker, the clan has been quiet for a while.

From the people's surprise and doubts towards her at the beginning, to the gradual acceptance later on, no one mentioned anything about her in the past half a year.

Yu also guessed that it was probably an order from the clan king, probably because she was frightened by that time when she fainted from a headache.

But he really didn't toss and turn for more than half a year, and those inexplicable fragments didn't appear in his mind again.

It's just that this tranquility made her not feel at ease, instead she was a little anxious. It's just that she was always indifferent, so all the anxiety was suppressed in her heart and she didn't show it.

She could feel that what she had forgotten was not the memory of the previous corner, but something very important to her, something that belonged to her.

Yes, ever since Yuki saw that blurred picture in her mind that day, she realized that she and Yuki before were two people, just the same body and different souls.

She also realized that as long as she could see the face of the person in the picture clearly, she could remember everything, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't see it, as if there was a force stopping her.

Another half a month passed, but during the past half a month, she noticed that the face of her cheap father had always been serious.

There was also a stagnant atmosphere in the air, which affected everyone and made them unknowingly speed up the pace of cultivation, as if something big was about to happen.

Her hunch was right.

That day was the day of the sea god's sacrifice, and that day was also the bloodiest and most miserable day she had ever seen. It was an inhumane killing.

"The sea god sacrifice begins."

A tall altar stands on the huge platform.

There are mysterious and complicated runes painted on the altar, and the runes swim like small living fish.

And right in front of the altar is the most mysterious high priest of the entire Sea Clan who lives in the deepest part of the sea. The high priest's eyes are tightly closed, the loose eyelids are drooping, and wrinkles are piled up on the old face. The gully of the road is like the Tianlong in the field.

And on the face, cinnabar was used to make strange patterns, and the patterns seemed to be alive, reflecting each other with the runes on the altar, shining blood-colored light.

On the entire platform are people from various sea tribes, with their king at the front.

Leading the people of all ethnic groups to learn how to sacrifice, they opened their hands and chanted complicated and incomprehensible ancient incantations. As the incantations were recited, the blood on the altar shone even more, like a bright star blood cell.

The ancient mantra is like a great bell, ringing in the ears of every Hai Clan and reverberating in their minds from ancient times. The heavy feeling is grand and simple, full of the vicissitudes of the world.

Sing along with the incantation, the high priest bowed his head and kowtowed to the bottom, and the sea clansmen did the same.

This head kowtowed for five minutes, and after five minutes passed, a column of blood rose into the sky above the altar.

The high priest's eyes were full of surprises. He raised his arms and shouted over and over again.

(End of this chapter)