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Chapter 193 Human sacrifice
He Lingjiang had a vague guess about Bi Mo's plan, so he took a quick shower.

Afterwards, she put on the large plain robe, and hid the things she was carrying in a place where she was close to her body, and sat on the couch in front of the window, closing her eyes and meditating.

The branches of the trees outside the window were slantingly reflected on the window, and it was silent.

The incense burner beside her feet, the green smoke curled up, and the fragrance was drilled into her nostrils.

The body that had been sitting upright was slanted unknowingly, and finally leaned slantingly in front of the window.

Except for the faint sound of breathing, the room was silent.

After about a stick of incense, footsteps came from far and near.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, and it seemed that someone stood in front of the door and listened intently.

After half a cup of tea, the door opened with a "squeak" sound.

The wide robe slid gently over the threshold, the footsteps were getting closer, and then he stood in front of He Lingjiang.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her for a long time, then whispered, "Wake up, it's time to worship the holy tree."

He Lingjiang seemed to have not heard it, his breathing was deep and long, as if he had fallen into sleep.

The man waited a few more breaths, leaned over slightly, and hugged her horizontally.

He Lingjiang didn't go far before he felt that he was laid down flat, and there was a hard slate under him, and it was a little cold.

From time to time there was a breeze, blowing slowly from the face.

This should be outside the house.

After Bi Mo put her down, he took a few steps back, then picked up the copper bell beside the case, shook it, and spun around He Lingjiang lying in the middle.

He Lingjiang closed her eyes, and there was a sound of shaking a copper bell in her ears. Then, an ancient and mysterious spell slowly flowed out and echoed faintly in her ears.

After an unknown amount of time, the incantation stopped, and the copper bell gradually ceased.

In a trance, Ye Feng rolled up her wide sleeves and blew coolly across her face, and someone came up again.

He Lingjiang opened her eyes abruptly, and saw a flash of light in front of her eyes, she turned over to avoid it, and rolled to the ground.

"Thorn!" The sharp dagger fell in the air and scratched on the stone case, making a harsh sound.

He Lingjiang supported the ground with one hand, and then he saw clearly that he was under the holy tree in front of the temple.

It's just that the candles were filled with candles on the ground at some point, and hundreds of candles were placed in a mysterious formation.

There is a stone table in the middle, and I just rolled down from it.

Beside the stone table, stood Bi Mo in a plain white robe.

There was a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and he was holding a thin blade in his right hand. Seeing He Lingjiang suddenly wake up, he couldn't help being a little startled, and then smiled indifferently.

"You woke up early. Could it be that you just pretended to be dizzy?"

He Lingjiang stared at him closely and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Bi Mo retracted his thin blade, lowered his head and brushed his sleeves lightly: "As you can see, I'm just about to sacrifice to the tree."

He Lingjiang glanced at the stone case, and then at the thin blade in his hand: "But you look like you are going to take my life."

Bi Mo smiled softly: "The two are not in conflict, I just sacrifice your life to the tree."

He Lingjiang's eyes narrowed slightly. If it was true, it was no wonder that when she touched this sacred tree last night, she sensed a trace of blood.

"You are a yin destiny, and the blood in your body is the most suitable for watering the holy tree."

Bi Mo raised his head, looked at the dense canopy and smiled: "This body can't be wasted, and buried under this holy tree, it happens to be used as tree fertilizer, isn't it wonderful?"

He Lingjiang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. It turned out that this Bimo was playing so carefully?

To sacrifice people to trees, he is a good planner.

He Lingjiang thought of the two young girls in the Luojia group who had disappeared in a row for two years. The time when they disappeared was also around this time.

Her eyes trembled slightly: "Yulan and Yanxiang Amei are now under this tree?"

Bi Mo lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "You are smart."

That's true!

He Lingjiang couldn't help feeling pity when he thought of the crazy magnolia grandma and the petroglyphs after searching for her for a year.

She stood up, and Ye Feng didn't know when, and the robe rolled up on her body and swayed slightly in the wind.

"Since the priest wants to sacrifice me to the tree, can I die to understand? This holy fruit that can cure all diseases in the legend of the Luojia tribe really needs human blood to irrigate?"

"Forget it, you came here with the holy fruit in your heart, and now, I will let you understand."

Bi Mo's expression couldn't help but feel sad: "My family's holy tree and holy fruit is naturally not the thing that draws people's blood. It's a pity..."

"As time goes by, this tree may have to decay and wither one day."

About five years ago, the fruit of the holy tree became less and less spiritual. Until three years ago, the aura was so thin that it was almost the same as ordinary fruit.

Before the specific mountain sacrifice day every year, the holy fruit will grow to the best mature time for people to sacrifice to the mountain.

However, at that time, when the day of offering sacrifices to the mountain was approaching, the holy fruit had not yet matured.

The people of Shentang are all panicked, even he has a lot of unease in his heart.

Sacrificing the holy fruit to the mountain has been the custom of the Luojia tribe for hundreds of years, and because of this, the Luojia tribe has had good weather and no disasters for the past [-] years.

But if the holy fruit is not ripe enough and delays the sacrificial ceremony, no one can tell what the consequences will be.

Bimo locked himself in the room for three days and three nights, and rummaged through the clan's books, only then did he find a way to accelerate ripening.

The holy fruit is born from the aura of heaven and earth, and absorbs the energy of the sun, moon, stars, wind, frost, rain and dew, and derives the power of life.

If you can sacrifice it with the spirit of life in the same way, you can replenish its aura and ripen the holy fruit overnight.

Among the many spirits of life in nature, human beings are the most advanced beings, who derive seven emotions and six desires, and give birth to a heart of wisdom.

It is best to sacrifice human life and pour out human blood.

Among them, the one with the most pure spirit in this world is a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.Women are yin, and girls whose fate is yin are the best.

When he had a way, he set about doing it.

Bimo is a priest in the village, and he can easily know the birth date of any girl in this village.

Therefore, the first one to disappear was Yuxiu.

She went to the mountains to collect herbs and disappeared.Her grandmother also became delirious.

Only two days after the start of offering sacrifices to the mountain, the temples allow people in the village to come and go to worship the holy tree.

For some reason, Aunt Yuxiu pulled out a ring from Yuxiu's hand from under the tree, and started making noises to find someone again.

Fortunately, he said that Yuxiu had been here before, and perhaps it was because he fell here that he covered up the past.

She was so mad and insisted on looking for the child, Bimo simply resorted to some means to make her mad more seriously.

Next, is the petroglyph sister.

Yan Xiang Amei, like Yuxiu, has a yin destiny. Bimo naturally set his eyes on her in the second year, and took her away before offering sacrifices to the mountain.

(End of this chapter)