"Of course, if he wants, we will take him away." The moment his mouth opened and closed, the sweet smell of yellow rice cakes filled his nose, Wen Liang stuffed the last bite into his mouth and agreed happily.

The sky outside the window was completely sinking. Droktada got up and closed the window. She glanced at the four people's faces in the house. "Although I really want to find Ai Nian brother, it is definitely not possible to run rashly, not to mention the night before the sacrifice."

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, or said something she thought about for a long time, "He left on his own initiative. He was like this before whether he left the village or returned to the village, so I wonder if he will..."

"Do you want to say that he will come back by himself?" Seeing Droktada was difficult to say, Wen Liang said the second half sentence for her. We can't do anything. "

"It is possible to hide all the places, and I can't find it. Where did A Nian go ..."

No matter how urgent Xie Jin was, he had to accept the fact that He Nian left by himself. Even if they knew there was a mystery behind his departure, they couldn't do anything.

Looking back at Ji Duan, who was equally thoughtful, Xie Jin felt that his heart was even heavier. Everything he had done before seemed to be useless, and they could only wait now.

Waiting for the curse on Ji Duan to be broken at one time, waiting for He Nian to return.

Almost all night, Xie Jin shrank in Ji Duan Huiwen's arms and was confused for more than half an hour until it was almost early morning.

Droktada got up early because she was a shaman. She didn't ask anyone to help. Instead, she helped her elderly grandmother to get dressed up at four in the morning and set off slowly towards the village.

She had told a few people last night that even if they lived together temporarily for the past two days, on the day of the sacrifice, they had to take into account their identities and not be in the village at the same time.

Sacrificial utensils and offerings do not need Xie Jin and the others to worry about. When the time comes, the village will send people to come to pick them up. All they have to do is to stay in the house and not make a sound.

Xie Jin shrank in Ji Duan's arms, listening to Droktada and Grandma Yang's heavy steps further and further. Until disappearing, he closed his eyelids and fell into unconscious sleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, there were cluttered footsteps outside the wooden building. Xie Jin was awakened. He sat up from the bed and found Ji Duan and Wen Liang hiding in the gap beside the bed and looking out.

"Shh, be quiet, they're here." Seeing Xie Jin awake, Ji Duan beckoned him to come over. Xie Jin did as he did, restraining the weight of stepping on the wooden floor to avoid making any strange noises from the ancient floor.

Looking out of the window cautiously, Xie Jin found that the person who came was still wearing a copper mask and couldn't see his face. He didn't know if this was a village custom, or if these people were actually the same thing as the masked youths from the Zhao family.

Xie Jin was pondering while leaning down, and suddenly felt a gloomy gaze, as if the coldness that penetrated his Tianling cover and went straight into his brain, made Xie Jin retreat subconsciously.

"Ho!" He covered his mouth and bumped his shoulder into Ji Duan's arms behind him. Ji Duan just gave up his position to Xie Jin, so he didn't know what happened.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Ji Duan took Xie Jin's shoulders and asked in a low voice.

"It's alright." Xie Jin shook his head, "It seems that someone saw me downstairs just now, don't make a sound and see what's going on for a while."

The unexpected sudden situation did not happen, and even the sound of going upstairs was not. Those people just hovered on the first floor for a while, and they left after getting Droktada's pre -put things in advance.

"Go, let's keep up." Wen Liang closed the window and signaled that the two followed themselves downstairs, because Droktada said that they did not need to lock the door, they just took the door to the road when they came to those people.

But the strange thing is that the people who were carrying the sacrificial utensils and offerings disappeared after only three minutes before and after, as if they had never appeared before.

"Maybe it's a fork in the road. The mountain road here is complicated, and it's easy to get lost." Wen Liang glanced in that direction, and then walked to another more hidden path, "It's okay, it's not tracking anyway, you can enter the village."

"Does your body matter?" Xie Jin and Ji Duan walked side by side, but he was still worried, for fear that Ji Duan would suddenly faint and fall in the air.

"It's okay for now, don't worry." The warm palm wrapped around his cold fingertips. Ji Duan proved his words with practical actions. He led Xie Jin to follow Wen Liang's pace, and Ji Duan whispered, "Relax, you are in good spirits now. It's too tight."

Xie Jin just smiled at Ji Duan. He couldn't help but keep his nerves tense. Even if it was less than an hour before the start of the sacrifice, the variables could never be controlled. Xie Jin was most worried about this.

"If it comes, it's okay, too much worry is counterproductive." Wen Liang who was walking in front said a word, Xie Jin could only see his loosely tied hair behind, the messy hair was swaying in the wind, like albino Grass.

"Don't worry, Old Ji has concealed you so much, you have to cure it to find him after the autumn, isn't it?"

Wen Liang raised his chin and tilted his head back. Xie Jin saw the schadenfreude on his face and the seriousness in his eyes, and nodded after a moment of silence.

"I... will explain to you after I go out." Ji Duan tightly held Xie Jin's hand, ignoring Wen Liang who "provoked trouble".

And Xie Jin had no objection to his remarks, nodded lightly again, and Xie Jin responded: "Yes, I see."

When the hills are turned over to reach the sacrifice, there are already three layers of or three layers of water from the villagers. Fortunately, the innermost Droktada's eyes see the highest wen liang with the tip of the eye, so let the li yougui on the chair inside to pick it up to pick up Essence

It was natural for Li Yougui to appear too close to Xie Jin under the eyes of everyone. He put on a look of disgust, and asked someone to let the three of them in with a foolish tone.

There were whispers among the villagers, but these voices were not enough to fear. Li Yougui didn't look here again after seeing them coming in, but turned his head and continued chatting with Gao Quan.

"Pay attention to the gaps under your feet to avoid the place in the middle and find a place to stand." Droktada was wearing cumbersome headdress. When she quickly ordered, a commotion came outside the crowd.

"It's Zhao Dong, he's here." Wen Liang looked back, and found that the crowd had been divided into two, Zhao Guangsheng, who was still stupid, walked in behind Zhao Dong.

The wrinkled old face was very ugly at this moment, especially after seeing the three of them.

"Old Zhao." Wen Liangcai raised his hands in a respectful bow regardless of whether his face was blue or white, at least pretending to be serious enough on the surface, "Here we come."

Xie Jin and Ji Duan also followed suit, but Zhao Dong was obviously very dissatisfied. He sat on his exclusive mahogany chair and raised his wrinkled eyelids, "It doesn't matter if I come or not, but it's you, Do you really dare to come?"

Looking at Ji Duan with cloudy eyes, Zhao Dong snorted coldly, "Isn't he waking up? I don't think there is any need to trouble the True God anymore."

"Whether it's necessary or not, I'm afraid it's up to the Lord True God to decide." Wen Liang replied neither humble nor overbearing, and he was not annoyed by Zhao Dong's attitude, "On the contrary, he is your only son, what's wrong?"

Zhao Dong's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't speak any more, but arranged Zhao Guangsheng to Gao Quan. He sat there with a wrinkled face and waited for the sacrifice to begin. He looked like a toad. Kind of alike.

A crisp ring sound sounded, and the drums were also mixed in the opportunity. Droktada's grandmother -the old lady in her eighty -year -old was wearing a colorful cloth belt, and the god hat on her head almost covered her most of her. Open face.

But Grandma Yang was not affected in any way, she swayed the bell rack around her waist to the sound of drums, and as she yelled, several other masked youths began to sing shamanic language that the three of them did not understand.

Droktada lifts a long and sharp bamboo pole next to him. It is a bloody meat on it, just cut from the black pig.

The girl spoke during the singing, even if she couldn't understand the language, Wen Liang could still guess something from her movements.

Without speaking, he gestured to the two people beside him in an imperceptible place, "It should be offering sacrifices to the heavens, and we are about to start inviting the gods."

Although Grandma Yang was old and her legs had fallen not long ago, she was able to follow the dance with the vocal music. She held a scratching drum in her hand, and with the cooperation of the masked youth beside her, several people formed a small encirclement circle. Zhuan kept beating the catch drum there.

Droktada has put down the pork and picked up the wild chicken dumplings and dipped it in the mouth of the pork blood. Then she issued an order, and another group of people carried what to walk to the sacrifice table.

It was a molted black pig, which had been simply boiled and cut into various parts, but kept spread out and placed on the wooden board.

Droktada raised the drum, and the crowd who came up with the pigs began to knock on the pig. He tapped in his mouth and said, the whole process lasted for ten minutes, so she stopped and looked at her grandma's side side Essence

"When the hour is here, start the coffin!" Droktada shouted. As her words fell, several people who had formed the encirclement over there began to go backwards.

Lift the coffin? Xie Jin was wondering where the coffin was, but felt that there was a vibration under the white jade brick slab, and it seemed to be accompanied by the mechanical sound of the iron shaft turning.

Granny Yang and the others slowly opened from the middle to the two sides where they were standing just now, and the sound of the chains became clearer.

An almost deafening sound rang in his ears, Xie Jin watched a pitch-black coffin rise slowly under the opened white jade brick slab.

He suddenly discovered that it turned out that there was no ground there, but a hidden mechanism for lifting and lowering the coffin.