Heir to the Celestial Master

Chapter 28 Sacrifice
Especially after Lan Weiwei experienced such a horrible thing just now, seeing Shen Yu's figure about to disappear from sight, Lan Weiwei hurriedly quickened her pace.

But when she turned around, Lan Weiwei seemed to see a tree, a tree that was almost older than her past years.

The white trunk is dry without a single leaf, and the lonely branches are swaying in the cold wind. The tips of the branches are as soft as ribbons, but it is definitely a tree.

It is very different from the time when I rose up when I was in a coma. What is the reason?

Before she could take a closer look, Lan Weiwei heard Shen Yu's voice in front of her again. The faint voice drifted into her ears with the wind, just like Shen Yu, who was afraid that a gust of wind would blow him away .

Lan Weiwei hurriedly caught up with Shen Yu's footsteps, and went back to the room with hesitation along the way.

On the way back, Shen Yu's voice was strangely serious: "Don't go to the backyard in the future, no matter who you are, you can't go at all, understand!!!"

After finishing speaking, his expression was a little dazed, his black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of colorless light, and he murmured: "Perhaps, there will be no future, future, ha ha!!"

The lantern was shaking in his hand, and Lan Weiwei had never seen Shen Yu laughing so wildly today. The laughter spread from his chest to his throat, and he was almost dying from laughing. A room like a prison.

In the corridor, there were bits and pieces of blood dripping from his cough. It was dazzling, mixed with the scent of plum blossoms. It was bloody and weird, but Shen Yu didn't care. He wiped the corners of his mouth and walked back while leaning on the wall. There was no light in the room, and Shen Yu's white figure walked in, as if being swallowed by a pool of stagnant water, without any color, leaving only a vague outline.

Shen Yu was still muttering to himself when he entered the room, but Lan Weiwei behind him was a little hard to hear.

The next day, although after the shock in the middle of the night yesterday, perhaps because Shen Yu brought her back, and Lan Weiwei was relieved, she still slept in the dark yesterday.

But unexpectedly, at four o'clock in the morning, Lan Weiwei was disturbed by footsteps, lying on the window sill, rubbing her eyes and looking out the window.

There were dozens of people standing outside, wearing the clothes of the servants of the Shen family, all of them looked like prisoners who were about to go to the field of life and death. To be precise, they were no different from prisoners.

Their hands were all tied behind their backs, some were still weeping softly, some had numb faces, and seemed to have no sense of what was happening in front of them, without exception, they were all kneeling on the side facing Shen Yu's room. A large stretch of plum trees with endless cotton.

During the day, the Merlin was as quiet as a lady, and she couldn't see that there were so many ghosts and ghosts under their tree stems yesterday.

There is a chilling atmosphere spreading in the entire courtyard wall, silently, devouring everyone's nervousness, Lan Weiwei swallowed nervously, what, what is this for, why is it so tense? For real prisoners, there is no need to execute in their own yard, perhaps it is just a ceremony.

Yes, a ritual, it can only be a ritual, so will they lose their lives?

Apparently, the reality is not as beautiful as Lan Weiwei imagined. When nearly thirty servants of the Shen family were kneeling in Merlin, the same number of executioners came from the corner.

Just when she was yelling no, a pair of warm and plum-scented hands covered her mouth and eyes.

There was a sigh above his head.

When she came from the darkness to the light again, there were no traces of those people in the yard, only a few bloodstains sprayed in straight lines under a few plum trees, as straight as a stroke, showing the ruthlessness of the executioner.

Lan Weiwei's eyes were filled with anger, and she pointed at Shen Yu angrily: "Ceremony, this is what you call a ceremony. It's a disregard for human life. You care nothing about the law and people's lives, you!"

The next words could not be uttered anymore, because Shen Yu's eyes that had been calm all the time suddenly shed a line of blood and tears, and he would definitely look at Lan Weiwei and laugh non-stop.

Laughter echoed in the room, Lan Weiwei felt bitterness in her heart, but she didn't know why.

Those blood and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes to his face, but his always warm expression seemed to be crying.

"Haha, human life."

Shen Yu looked up to the sky, and the sky, which had always been foggy, was even more hazy here, without a ray of light from the sun.

Finally he had had enough laughing.

"I grew up in this plum forest since I was a child. I like plum blossoms. Whenever the plum blossoms bloom, I will invite relatives or friends to come and sit. The scenery at that time is so beautiful. The sky is like this plum forest. Surrounded by golden clouds, the faint sunset is reflected in this plum grove. I thought I would live like this for the rest of my life, but just a few years ago, those friends of mine disappeared in the Shen family compound repeatedly, and even the corpses could not be found. , Gradually I found that things were a little unusual."

"Hehe, I thought someone was framing me, but I checked and checked, but I never thought about it. All of this is the curse of the Shen family, that terrible curse, who can't live to be 21 years old, and the curse of innocence. become the dirtiest group of people in the world."

"Do you know why? You know, the whole town knows, but why are they hiding it from me alone, because I'm the one chosen by the mountain god to sacrifice?"

"Do you know what it's like to wait for death? No, you don't know, and no one knows. It's like a devil lurking in the deepest hell, and when the time is right, it will capture you in one fell swoop."

Shen Yu's expression was in a trance, the robe on his body had been changed into a new one, it was still white, and there was a surge of blood rushing towards his pale face, perhaps because he was too emotional.

Lan Weiwei frowned, carefully pondering what he meant, and suddenly stood up and said forcefully: "Mountain God, what kind of mountain god would use living people to sacrifice, and it's still dozens of sacrifices, this is a sorcery!!"

"Sorcerer, I don't know, all I know is that offering sacrifices to the mountain god can bless the entire Shen family to continue to live. About 20 years ago, the sacrifices chosen by the mountain god were not sacrificed on the same day. Nearly half of the entire family has passed away, so it doesn’t matter what evil or righteous means, they see only the prosperity of the entire Shen family, so individual lives make no difference.”

Lan Weiwei just recalled that when she came to this town suddenly, most people were surnamed Shen, maybe the whole town was a big family.

Lan Weiwei asked Shen Yu, and he nodded affirmatively.

"Then today, what happened to the dozens of sacrificers in Merlin?" Lan Weiwei couldn't bear to say the next thing. Since the mountain god has already selected the sacrificers, why do they need other people to sacrifice? Lan Weiwei felt that speaking out would make her heart hurt like a knife.

Shen Yu didn't see the expression on her face, he was still looking at the Merlin, which was no longer beautiful, and his voice was as soft as the last whimper of a wounded beast.

"It's not the day appointed by the mountain god to sacrifice, so the blood of the people born on the day of the mountain god's sacrifice must be used to keep the phalanx unbroken in advance, so as to prevent the punishment of the mountain god from falling on the entire village, so those people's lives are in vain. But they came here voluntarily."

Lan Weiwei was so angry that her whole body was shaking, she let those so-called volunteers die for the unknown disaster of the whole village.

(End of this chapter)