Fairy, please let me explain.

Chapter 581 Who is weirder?

Overcast, light rain, and drifting fog.

Listening to the patter of rain outside, Xu Yuan, sitting in the gallery pavilion, lowered his eyes and browsed the classics in his hand.

The pages have turned yellow due to age, and the ink marks left on the title page are a little blurry, but the title of the book can still be vaguely read.

A Thousand Thorns Aspirations.

The author of the book is no longer known. It records what the author saw and heard along the Qianji Gorge.

Qianjixia, as an uncared-for place, gave birth to many uncivilized barbaric peoples.

They have the most primitive living customs and beliefs, as well as the bloodiest sacrificial activities.

Compared with these tribes, the survivors of Xiaobai's underground palace seemed more civilized.

At most, the survivors of the underground palace believe in natural selection and drive useless people into the White Walkers' lair to let them fend for themselves. However, most of the tribes in Thousand Thorns Gorge will take the initiative to hold rituals similar to the blood sacrifices of cults.

Cut off human limbs, use the stumps to form specific patterns on the open space, and then cut open the abdomens of the sacrificers who have become human pigs and place them in the center, allowing their blood to form along the dug ditch. A strange blood pattern.

The author described this part very carefully, so detailed that you can feel the bloodiness just through the words.

But due to the passage of time, this part has become somewhat incomplete.

For example, the lines imitated by the author of the book are based on cats and tigers, and the names and taboos of the ghosts and gods believed in by the tribes!
It is true that the soil and water support the people.

Closing the ancient books, Xu Yuan gently shook his head.

Based on the information he has learned so far, this blood sacrifice ritual in Qianji Gorge should be regarded as a primitive and bad custom.

After all, there is no so-called power of faith in this world.

There used to be many ethnic groups in the fourteen states of Middle-earth who had similar primitive sacrifices and worship, but by the Dayan dynasty, they had basically disappeared.

the reason is simple.

Disobey discipline and disrespect the emperor's orders.

The imperial court and the sect have devoted their efforts to help you develop and build you. Why don't you thank the official family, the imperial court, and even the sect? Why do you thank your non-existent god?

Isn't this a little too ignorant?

Therefore, these things gradually disappeared in the territory of Dayan, and were eradicated by the sect and the successive imperial courts.

Some were spiritual, and some who were always disobedient resorted to physical means. Tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of clan members evaporated overnight.

Born in the imperial land, you don’t believe in the God and the Emperor, but you believe in the gods? Then I’ll send you directly to see it.

In the feudal dynasty, there was no human rights, let alone distinction between immortals and mortals.

But getting back to the subject, this blood sacrifice ritual is not all "feudal superstition."

Because there will really be some powerful creatures who enjoy this set of things and form contracts with some tribes in the form of sacrifices.

For example, the wolf in the desert.

After taking a long breath, Xu Yuan's eyes fell on the rain curtain outside the pavilion.

The rain is coming over the mountains, and the misty rain is hazy.

Every time it rains, the entire canyon is enveloped in a layer of vague white mist, hiding the manor in the vast abyss.

According to the common sense Xu Yuan learned in his previous life, Qianjixia, an inland location like this, should have very little rainfall, but it can actually rain twice a month. Mrs. Wan is really a little bit shy. means.

Lifting up his sleeves, Xu Yuan soaked his arms into the fine drizzle, feeling the coolness dripping on it, and unconsciously curled his lips.

In two days, Xu Yuan had a preliminary understanding of Mrs. Wan's method of controlling people's minds through spiritual vision.

This rain and mist is what Mrs. Wan is doing.

Her method of controlling people's hearts is to use those weird substances floating in the air, and the rain and mist are the solidification of those weird substances.

If the content of those weird substances in the air on a sunny day can reach one, then the water mist would be five, and the rain would be twenty. Just like the drizzle now, it is moistening things silently, and ordinary methods cannot detect it at all.

Bai Muxi was attacked because she stayed in the house practicing for a long time. Ran Qingmo escaped because he left early and came back late every day. As for Xu Yuan himself.
Withdrawing his palm, Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at the crystal rain and dew on it, his expression calm and deep.

This thing has no effect on him.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan tightened his hand and opened it again. The dew on it had disappeared.

After removing the impurities from Xiaobai's body the night before, Xu Yuan actively tried to incorporate it into his body, only to find that this thing could actually help him practice.

Although it's just a tiny bit, it's definitely grown.

This Mrs. Wan doesn’t seem to be a human being.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan once again put his hand under the rain curtain, and the water stains disappeared immediately the moment they fell on his hand.
Inner hall.

The graceful and faceless young woman was still caressing her belly, but her gaze was unblinkingly looking in the direction of the pavilion.

When it rains, the entire sky is within her sensing range.

At this moment, she keenly felt that part of her magic suddenly disappeared.

It's very subtle, but at her level, even the slightest fluctuation can be felt.

She poured her mind into it, immersed her consciousness in the rain curtain, and rushed towards the corridor where the accident occurred, but she only saw a rocking chair.

No one was sitting on it, but it was rocking gently back and forth.

"Creak."

"Creak."

Under the cover of the dim sky and mist, the unmanned rocking chair at the edge of the pavilion swayed rhythmically, and the sound it made seemed particularly strange amidst the patter of rain.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The tender childish voice seemed to have discovered something strange about her mother, and there was a clear sound in the young woman's abdomen.

The young woman hidden in the shadows was silent for a while, and then said softly:

"That gentleman doesn't seem to like you, Nuo Nuo. He's warning mom not to mess around."

"Why should he?"

Tongyin was a little puzzled when she heard this: "If you are happy to be eaten by me, everyone will be happy. Isn't this great?"

The young woman gently comforted the boy in her belly:

"Probably because he and Nuonuo are of the same kind."

"Since they are the same kind, he should be more willing to be eaten by me."

As he said this, his childish voice took it as a matter of course: "Mom, isn't that what you are doing?"

"Mom is willing to be eaten by you because she loves you."

The young woman's eyes in the darkness shone tenderly: "But sir, he doesn't know Nuonuo after all. Why don't you ask me to leave?"

"do not want!"

"Nu Nuo, dear, if Mr. leaves, you can eat your favorite Sister Su."

"Pfft!"

Before he finished speaking, a small hand that was not fully developed stabbed directly through the young woman's slightly bulging belly, and blood spattered on the twisted blood lines on the ground.

The child's voice was filled with a touch of madness, and the twisted little hands soaked in blood seemed to want to crawl out:

"I don't care. Mom, you said you wanted me to eat that gentleman. If your words don't come true, Nuo Nuo will go find the gentleman by yourself!"

(End of this chapter)