sword sentient beings

Suddenly, another three days passed, and in a blink of an eye it was the eve of the sacrifice.

In the outside world, the sun sets little by little and sinks into the western mountains.There is no sun in Gangliang Mountain, but it cannot escape the passage of time.The change of light and darkness made the people in Gangliang Mountain feel the arrival of evening.

The sun in this world sets and rises again, and the triennial sacrifice is coming.

At this time in previous years, at least 100 places up and down the Gangliang Mountain were making final preparations for sacrifices, and offerings and sacrifices had been piled up.But strange things have happened one after another this year. At this time, there are only three major places that still have the energy to perform sacrifices. Except for those small manors that "don't even have fun" such as sword fighting.

Huanri Manor, Danyue Manor, and Sunrise Camp.

Among them, there is not one person who sincerely offers sacrifices.

If there is any sincerity among the three families, it may be those people from Danyue Manor, also known as the original Dark Star Manor, who are nicknamed Turtle Bandits and call themselves the Wei Dynasty.At least they really wanted to make a deal with Wang Liang.Even if the base camp was destroyed by Wang Liang's cannon, he was still willing to comfort himself with the "misunderstanding", and also gathered more sacrifices, intending to "be polite first and then attack" with Wang Liang.Of course, just prepare more for the "rear troops".

Here, Huanri Manor has accumulated the largest number of sacrifices, all for the sake of showing to the remaining manor owners, so that they can see with their own eyes that the sacrifices are still being held, and have another thought.

As for the Sunrise Camp, it is also very busy. Instead of calling it preparation for sacrifice, it is better to call it "pledge".

"When do people die?"

"Tonight. It was fine in the morning, but when I checked again tonight, it actually stunk."

Wei Se walked out of a cell with a gloomy face, rubbing his blood-dried hands, and it seemed that he could still smell a faint smell of corpses on his palms.
A young man acting as a guard next to him lowered his head in shame, and said cautiously: "Do you think it was a golden cicada that escaped from its shell? He has only been dead for a long time and is rapidly decomposing, and it is almost impossible to see his face. Is there something fishy?" "

Wei Se said: "Based on my experience of seeing many corpses over the years, there is no doubt that they are human corpses. If you want to kill someone else to replace them, how did the corpse get in and how did the living person get out? The lock on the door was specially made by Mr. The talisman lock and the dungeon are also extremely strong. It can only be said that the old guy Wu Shayu finds an opportunity to commit suicide by dissipating his lifespan. They have such a method for their long life. At this time... Forget it. Bury it. No, first Put it in a strong coffin and store it in the dungeon, be careful that he fakes his death and escapes."

He was in a bad mood. It was the last day, and Wu Shayu, who was imprisoned, died.Although this was not an important matter, after all, he did not do it well.

Really...he wanted to be perfect.

After arranging Wu Shayu's scruffy funeral arrangements, he once again went to see the room where the sacrifices were piled.
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"Boom-"

On top of the pile of colorful sacrifices, two more pieces of silver were secretly thrown in.

Wei Se took a glance and realized that the man came carefully and left hastily, and was gone.He was secretly amused: the two pieces of silver together did not weigh five taels. Even at the price of Zuliang Mountain, he could not buy a low-grade sword slave.What’s the point of adding two pieces of silver to the mountain of sacrifices?
Didn't you see that the people who added money were quiet and didn't show their faces? Apparently they felt that they couldn't do anything and were embarrassed to show their faces?

However, these three and two pieces of gold and silver have been delivered constantly in the past few days, which at least adds to the thick layer of sacrifices.I guess it's because sacrificial offerings are the last hope of these bereaved manor owners. Although they are generally at the end of their rope and can't come up with real treasures, they still feel uneasy if they do nothing.It seems that every extra penny they invest increases their chances of winning.

Wei Se saw it, but pretended not to see it. He turned to Lord Fuhu in front of him and said, "What did you just say?"

Lord Fuhu said: "I mean, can we just prepare those sacrifices? Isn't that too insincere? We have to prepare sacrifices."

He gave a dangerous look and said: "It's not that we are insincere, we are trying our best and giving everything we have. Is this called insincerity? Without sacrifice, we can't prepare now. In the past, cattle, sheep, etc. all went to jade." I bought it in Langcheng, but there is so much chaos down here that I don’t dare send people down to buy it, and since I can’t find it on the mountain, I can’t just conjure it up out of thin air.”

Master Fuhu said: "What kind of sacrifices are cattle, sheep, and animals? The real sacrifice is human beings! What the two great men want are living people. Aren't there still some people in this village? If we don't offer human sacrifices, sincerity is so lacking, and we are so weak." How can you two protect us?"

Wei Se frowned and said, "Master Fuhu—please keep your voice down."

After that, he lowered his voice and said: "What should I do if people can hear me? To arrest people for sacrifice, you can only do it quietly, right? It would be bad if you startle yourself. Among the guests in the manor, who do you think you can arrest more? Mr. Wang Liang? Is it better to be younger? How about Master Chun Mian? Or I think there is a slave trader who is fat and strong..."

Master Fuhu was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Master of the Return of the Sun, what are you talking about? We are all slave owners, how can we make sacrifices? I see there are some sword slaves in your village..."

Wei's face darkened, and he said: "Master Fuhu, what you said makes no sense. How many people are left in my manor? I can't even count them on both hands. This is just the amount of money I have. I'm bleeding a lot for you all. , spent countless money, but it can be said that I took most of the sacrifices, but I still paid for the sacrifice? I can’t bully others too much. And the sword slaves are all second-hand goods that have been sacrificed, so what kind of precious sacrifices are they? How is it different from previous years? How do you show sincerity? Let me tell you, I have never sacrificed slave owners in the past years. If I sacrifice this year, I can make the eyes of the two adults shine."

He smiled and said: "Everyone knows this truth, but no one has brought it up. It just so happens that you, Lord Fuhu, have brought it up, so let's ask for opinions. I believe there will always be someone who takes the overall situation into consideration and is willing to make sacrifices."

"How about... let's vote?"

Lord Fuhu felt his hair stand on end when he heard this, and said hurriedly: "How can this happen? It will cause a big chaos!"

Wei Se said: "Master Fuhu is still thoughtful. Are you afraid that everyone will be too active and everyone will rush to be the first, so there will be chaos? Then skip the voting and just choose to sacrifice."

He smiled slightly, which made Lord Fuhu tremble. He reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "In your opinion, who is the better choice?"

……

"Sir, choose me!"

A boy said loudly.The young man who was stopped by him glanced at him and said, "You? Get out of here. What's the matter with you?"

The boy, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, firmly grabbed the young man's sleeve and said seriously: "I saw that the camp was selecting death squads who would pretend to be sacrifices and sneak into the altar. I think I am qualified."

The young man pushed him away disapprovingly. There was a disparity in strength between the two. He easily pulled out his sleeves, grabbed the boy's wrist with his backhand, and said, "You kid, don't make trouble. When the last wave of children evacuated yesterday, you just You should go, but you hid somewhere and got through. Fortunately, there is a bus today for those who are not related to the sick and weak to evacuate, I will take you there!"

With that said, he mentioned the boy and left.

The boy struggled and shouted: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, there are great benefits to choosing me. I am better than others, I will tell you!"

The young man laughed and said: "How old are you and you are already a lobbyist? It reminds me of my junior brother. He was also very eloquent at a young age. He always had to explain everything clearly, and he seemed to be more reasonable than adults. Okay. , you tell me, I’ll listen.”

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and said seriously: "My biggest advantage is that I don't attract anyone's attention. I don't know whether you choose the sacrifice simply to deceive others or to fight. If it is the former, I have a great advantage. You Think about it, most of the sacrifices are sword slaves, that is, people like me are young children. I have been used to sword slave sacrifices for a long time, and when I saw you, I thought you were the same as before. The power will definitely make you feel relieved. In this way, the goal will be achieved."

The young man listened with a smile. He was not moved, but he just thought it was interesting to be a kid.

The boy continued: "My second advantage is that I am more determined than others."

"Actually, when the death squads were being selected, some people didn't dare to go, even if they didn't say it to their faces. They were worried that the death squads were really just sending people to die, and that they were outcasts in the layout. They might die as soon as they entered, so they didn't dare to go, even if they went. Maybe it’s because I’m frightened. But I’m not afraid, and I don’t doubt you either.”

"I know how worthless human life is in the Zhuangshan Mountains. If you treat human life so lightly and just grab, buy, and rob it, how many people will you need? Just let everyone sign up. This is valuing human life and trusting us. In this case , why worry so much?”

"Moreover, I will serve as a sacrifice. Even if I am really in danger, I will have the consciousness to sacrifice. I know that we are facing a very powerful enemy, an enemy that requires all our efforts to defeat. Since everyone is working hard, then I also It’s normal to fight hard. Everyone fights on the battlefield, and when I go to the altar, I’m also fighting on the battlefield.”

"It can even be said that after I was liberated from the sword slaves by you, I looked forward to fighting with you. I still remember that day in that big tent, you let us sword slaves go in batches. I entered In the tent, lying on that special bed, you told me to just close your eyes and take a nap. I was really uneasy at the time, afraid that I would never wake up again if I fell asleep."

"Until I woke up again, it was like I had been reborn. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw you. Mr. Jiang! I saw the sunlight outside the tent shining on you, and you were as bright as the sun. I I decided right then and there that I must become someone like you.”

Mr. Jiang in front of him raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled when he heard the description of "sun".

"So I am willing to serve as a sacrifice and do my little bit. Although I can't help so much, I am honored to fight alongside you. Even if I die in the end, I have fought before."

He spoke sincerely and looked at Mr. Jiang expectantly, only to find that although this gentleman looked very happy, he still had no intention of agreeing.

The boy gritted his teeth and continued to state his interests: "I have another advantage. It is not wasted! Facing a powerful enemy, every swordsman is an important fighting force and should not be wasted on the altar. And even if I have any accidents , and there is no loss..."

Mr. Jiang kept smiling and listening, but when he heard this, he stopped smiling, waved his hand, and said: "Okay, let's stop here. You already know that I can't let you go. Moreover, you also told me the reason. "

The boy asked anxiously: "What's the reason?"

Mr. Jiang said: "You said that swordsmen are all capable of fighting. Then you know, what are you?"

The boy said: "I...I am a sword slave..."

Mr. Jiang leaned forward slightly, his eyes were level with his, and he put his hand on his shoulder and said, "You are hope."

The boy was stunned and whispered: "I hope..."

Mr. Jiang said: "Hope is the reason why we people fight. We are not afraid even if we die in battle, because we know that hope is always in tomorrow. We fight today, and you are ready to continue in our footsteps tomorrow. So today you If you can’t fight, you’re fighting for a better tomorrow! Today’s world is not good, and sooner or later you will go to the battlefield.”

The boy asked anxiously: "Then when can I fight?"

Mr. Jiang asked: "How old are you?"

The boy said: "I am 12 years old."

Mr. Jiang smiled again and said: "Another coincidental age. My junior brother was also 12 years old when he came to our villa. Now he is 17 years old and can already preside over a battle. He is an amazing big shot. Then I will make an agreement with you until five In the next year, when you are 17 years old, come and fight side by side with me! I will do what I say. I remember your name, Xie Qingpeng."

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Danyue Manor.

"Qiu Zhuguo, you are here! Ah, why... why are you here too..."