Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Disperse away!" But I saw a group of people on the road yelling, driving away pedestrians to both sides.

Ling Qingyu hurriedly grabbed Xiao Se, stood aside, and saw a group of people walking on the other road. In the middle were two shoulders. On the front shoulders was a woman with gorgeous clothes and beautiful makeup, and the back shoulders was sitting on top. Is a teenager.

The young man's skin was very fair, not quite the same as other members of his tribe. It looked like a complexion that had not seen the sun for many years. The young man had an upright posture, and his eyes warmly looked at the woman on his shoulders.

When the people on both sides saw the shoulders coming over, they all bowed to the ground, and Ling Qingyu's group appeared abrupt.

Ling Qingyu took Xiao Se a step back and lowered his head. The woman's shoulders stopped in front of them. The woman talked a few times with the man who brought them, and then laughed.

The man took a piece of gold from the woman's servant and passed it to Ling Qingyu, then motioned to her to take out the silk.

Ling Qingyu weighed, estimated to be about twenty-two, and motioned to hand over the silk to them.

The man unfolded the silk in the sun, and the dazzling color made the woman sit up straight, then smiled and said a few words.

The man responded with a backing, the woman waved, and the team continued to move forward, while the Indians who fell on the ground waited for the team to leave, all anxiously stood up and walked into the city.

The man started to gesture again, his body language was very rich. Ling Qingyu watched for a long time and said to himself: "A lot? A lot of gold? For my silk? Well, this can be considered."

Seeing Ling Qingyu nodding, the man hurriedly signaled to go in quickly with him, Ling Qingyu nodded, and said to Yan San: "Tell them to be careful. They seem to be having a gathering today."

As the crowd entered a large square in the center of the city, there were already many people in the square, and more people were gathering from the four main roads in the city.

Looking at the altar in the middle of the square, Ling Qingyu thought, she knew what was going on. The Chibucha people are clergy-first, that is, the priest and chieftain system. The biggest celebration is when the gods are worshipped. Today I am afraid that they will also Ran into this.

"Let's go up to the side." Ling Qingyu said to Xiao Ke, and then took the lead to go to the side of the square beside the stone pillar.

When they had just found an inconspicuous corner to stand, the square was quiet, and then there was singing. With the melodious singing, the beautiful woman took the young man to the altar.

"What are they doing?" Xiao Se asked.

"Human sacrifice." Ling Qingyu gritted his teeth and said.

Human sacrifice? Xiao Se nodded, he had heard from his father.

When the beautiful woman took the young man's hand and walked to the middle of the altar, everyone in the square knelt down. In order not to attract attention, Ling Qingyu also took the lead and squatted down, anyway.

The woman stood on the high altar and said a few words loudly, and singing began to sound around the square, the singing was melodious, with prayers and admiration for God.

The woman gently led the boy to the stone bed in the middle of the altar. The boy lay on the stone bed by himself and said a few words to the woman softly.

Ling Qingyu and the others are a little far away from the altar, but the eyesight of Yan San and Yan Qi is far beyond that of others, and both of them can see. The boy's eyes toward the woman are so hot, like looking at his beloved **** .

The woman sang loudly, blending with the singing of everyone in the square below, solemn and sacred, the woman raised the golden dagger in her hand high.

Ling Qingyu wanted to cover Xiao Se's eyes, but the young boy broke away from his hand, and wanted Xiao Ke to hug him.

Yan San general Ling Qingyu clasped his arms tightly, and said softly, "Don't look at it if you don't want to."

Ling Qingyu turned his head and buried his face in Yan San's arms. After hearing the crowd cheering in the square, a louder singing sounded.

The woman had already pierced the golden dagger into the boy's chest, and then opened a big wound, revealing the boy's beating heart.

When the woman stretched out her hand to take out the heart, Yan San saw the boy smile and said a word, the woman's hand paused, and then continued to reach in. As the bright red heart was taken out, the boy stopped. After breathing, there was a satisfied smile on his face. The woman raised her heart high and put it into the hole above the altar, and a loud applause rang from below.

"He is willing." Yan San whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear. Volunteer to be presented to the altar as a sacrifice by your beloved.

"Well, they have been cultivated as sacrifices since they were young, and he should have a blood relationship with that woman." Ling Qingyu still leaned on Yan San's chest, said dullly. According to the research of later archaeologists, the Qibucha people will hold sacrifices to the gods every twelve years. The sacrifices are young people of royal blood who are raised in the temple. As a sacrifice to the gods, it is very important for those young people. A lofty thing, but Ling Qingyu still felt cruel.

Then the people in the square vacated it and started various activities, dancing and singing, and some people directly set up a stall to trade, it was very lively, as if no one had died just now.

The crowd around was also dispersed. Everyone went to find their own activities. The Indian man squeezed over and signaled Ling Qingyu to follow him.

The group followed the man through the crowd and came to the large palace-like building behind the altar. After the man said a few words with the guard at the door, he led them into the palace.

The palace was built of stone. On both sides of the palace stood two rows of Indian warriors, with huge feather crowns on their heads. The eyes looking at them were very unfriendly.

The man asked Ling Qingyu to let his entourage wait in the outer hall, but she followed him in. Yan San naturally disagreed. In the end, others waited outside. Ling Qingyu took Yan San and Yan Qi to follow in.

Before leaving, Ling Qingyu gave Xiao Ke a warning, then glanced at Xiao Se, and Xiao Ke nodded, but as soon as Ling Qingyu entered, Xiao Se had already gone to pull the feathers of the Indian warrior. Xiao Ke immediately hugged him and told Tie Wei Surrounded by the surroundings, with the eyes of those Indian warriors.

The stone house behind the main hall is not big, less than 20 square meters. The innermost stone house is a bed with a few stone benches beside it.

The woman was sitting on the stone bench by the bed, watching the maid tidy up the corpse of the boy on the bed. They washed away the blood on his body, filled in a heart made of gold, and another maid took in the silk. Then spread it out to cover the body of the young ****.

"Wait." The woman yelled, then turned her eyes to the man and Ling Qingyu who had been standing at the door.

The woman said a few words, and the man began to gesture to Ling Qingyu again.

Ling Qingyu estimated that what he meant was to change more silk. Looking at the pale body of the young man covered by the beautiful silk, Ling Qingyu hesitated. She was not very clear about the civilization and customs of this area. Now it seems that this young man is not. Ordinary status, otherwise he would not use such luxurious funerary objects, but Ling Qingyu felt very uneasy, that emotion affected her, and she did not answer the man's words for a while.

The woman's complexion became impatient, she got up and gave a few words.

Seeing her getting up, Yan San pulled Ling Qingyu back a bit, and the three of them retreated away from the door. At this moment, they heard the bleak voice in front of the hall shouting: "Help! Evil woman!"

Ling Qingyu's expression changed, and he hurried to the front hall. Before reaching the hall door, Xiao Ke and the Iron Guards had already retreated to this side under Xiao Se.

There is a large space between the front hall and the back stone house, and some decorations are placed on the compacted mud.

Xiao Ke brought people together with Ling Qingyu, and was surrounded by many Indian warriors swarming out in this clearing.

Coming out of the front hall, there was a tall man dressed in gold ornaments and wearing a huge gorgeous crown.

The woman also walked out of the stone house, and instead of looking at Ling Qingyu and the others who were surrounded by them, the two began to quarrel fiercely.

"What are they doing?" Yan Qi asked.

"Quarrel." Ling Qingyu replied concisely. Then he rolled his eyes, but he could only shrug his shoulders and couldn't understand a word. Who knows what they are arguing?

General Yan San looked at all sides and said to Xiao Ke, "Wait and kill from the front hall." Except for the spacious area where the front hall enters, the other places are very small and not suitable for collective combat. , They may be caught or killed.

Not long after the man and the woman quarreled, the woman waved her hand and turned back to the stone house. The man gave a triumphant smile.

As the men screamed, the Indian warriors wielded their weapons and attacked.

"Yan San, grab the golden man." Ling Qingyu said softly.

With three feet a little bit, Yan pulled his body high from the crowd, rushed to the golden man, strangled his neck from behind, and pressed his long sword against his neck.

At this time, the iron guard and the Indian warrior had been fighting together, and no one noticed that their leader had been arrested, and the maids standing next to the man did not see it, passing by the captor and the captor. Continue their work.

Ling Qingyu was very speechless. Seeing that leader seemed frightened, his face was white and his mouth was purring, but he could not make a sound. He cried, "Your leader has been arrested. What are you going to beat?"

The Indians did not understand her words and still attacked vigorously. Xiao Ke looked at Ling Qingyu and said, "Ling masters, this is not the way."

Ling Qingyu turned his head to look at their chaotic battle, and felt darkened, and said: "Xiao Ke, people want your life, what is your passive resistance?"

"Can you kill?" Xiao Ke asked.

"If you don't kill them, just wait to be killed." Ling Qingyu sighed.

"Brothers, you can kill! Kill!" Xiao Ke yelled, and the sword in his hand suddenly became sharp. The other Iron Guards also shook up when they heard this. With a roar, those defensive flowers immediately turned into a fierce offensive.

Dozens of dead Indian warriors lay down on the clearing. Only then did the Indian warriors come to look for instructions from their leader. They saw the leisurely watching captors and the captives who were about to faint, emerging from the front hall again. The samurai stopped.

The woman walked out of the stone house again, frowned when she saw the scene in front of her, and looked at the golden man with contempt.