The atmosphere in the room was a little dull. don't know when, even Grandma Yang's snoring stopped outside the room. Several people sat there, and no one looked at each other's face.

"Saint Child Sacrifices..." Droktada, who was sitting on the wooden chair, said, her voice was a little hoarse, "I know what my grandmother is hiding from me, Brother Anian, he is the so-called holy child, born with the fate of being sacrificed. Holy Child."

She didn't lift her head, just twitched her nose slightly, but the face hidden under her long hair was shaking slightly, and Droktada stared at his bare toes and continued the mumbling.

"He always knew his identity, but he wanted to go back to the village, but that night, that very ordinary night, he died silently on the sacrificial altar!"

Droktada didn't rub her dry and swollen eyes, she suddenly tore off her robe, pulled something out of her arms, and fell to the ground like crazy.

The smashed things hit the ground heavily, and the yellowed old paper scattered, just like the emotions that the girl had been suppressing for a long time, suddenly erupted at this moment.

"This is what I found in my attic, my grandmother's." Droktada's face seemed to be smiling, but that smile and crying was soon surrounded by more intense pain.

She let out two short, meaningless laughter, then slowly curled her shoulders and hugged her head.

"My grandmother knows everything, how A Nian disappeared in this village, and why she came back, she knows everything... But, I don't even know that he once had a complete home."

Droktada beat his left chest hard, and what was missing there was so painful that she almost suffocated, "A Nian could have escaped, but he still came back, came back to accept this damn fate, in order to... replace me !"

The girl's voice was choked to the point of blurring, and Xie Jin's numb face was finally moved. He was about to help Droktada, who was about to kneel on the ground, when someone took a step ahead of him.

Warm hands steadied the girl's trembling shoulders, Wen Liang took out a handkerchief out of nowhere, and gently wiped the mixture of tears and snot for Droktada.

He handed the veil to Droktada, looked at Xie Jin's bewildered face, and sighed deeply.

"Let me tell you, Droktada, adjust your mood first." Wen Liang paced back to the window, the moonlight stretched his back very long, Wen Liang's face was expressionless.

"I called you a week ago after you got on the train." Wen Liang's eyes seemed to penetrate Xie Jin's face, looking further away.

The lights in the room were dim, and the moonlight hit him, turning those gray-blue pupils into a gray almost black, no one noticed that Wen Liang's lips trembled for a moment, he paused, "...At that time we He Nian's body was found."

"Accurately, Qu Ting discovered it. As a red-clothed woman, she is very sensitive to blood. But by the time we arrived, it was too late."

The girl in front of him seemed to cry a little louder, just as sad as when he saw He Nian that night, Wen Liang closed his eyes, "A three-inch slit was opened in his neck, and those bloody bloods As his body flowed into the dark trough under him, there was no blood on his naked and pale body."

Wen Liang suddenly opened his eyes, there were too many emotions mixed in those gray-blue eyes, there was compassion, anger, and pain, but after he opened his eyes, those emotions were fleeting, and he returned to that inhumaneness again. expressionless state.

"...Ho." Xie Jin raised his hand to cover his face, the crystal clear liquid hit the ground along his fingers, splashing silent flowers, his emotions were surging in his heart, he felt that he was about to be called by a giant named Sadness The waves submerged and swept into the suffocating seabed.

"But He Nian is laughing." Wen Liang's words suddenly dragged Xie Jin away from the bitter sea and smashed back to a more painful reality. Xie Jin suspected that he had heard it wrong. He looked at Wen Liang with puzzlement, hoping that the other party could explain. .

"He Nian died on that sacrificial altar, and he was smiling when we saw him." Wen Liang looked up at the sky, making the full moon exactly the same as that night, "It's like, the sacrificial altar that he voluntarily walked on. ."

"How could it be..." Xie Jin frowned into the word "Chuan". He couldn't believe his ears, and even suspected that he had heard it wrong. "I was sacrificed willingly, by whom? The Zhao family?"

He suddenly stood up from the bed, and Jiu next to him was startled by Xie Jin's reaction, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Impossible, it's absolutely impossible! How could A Nian offer sacrifices voluntarily, this..."

Those memory fragments suddenly flashed in his mind, whether he sneaked into Zhao's house and ran into He Nian who was locked up with the Red Snake, or He Nian who came back and left suddenly that night, Xie Jin suddenly realized the problem.

From the beginning to the end, all of He Nian's actions seem to be from his own heart, including deliberately avoiding them. Those memories are all pointing to the truth - He Nian is indeed voluntary.

"Impossible, why? It doesn't make sense, why would he..." Xie Jin's legs went weak, and he slumped back on the edge of the bed, hugging his head like Droktada.

The brain hurts so badly, this is too unbelievable, what is the Holy Child? Why would He Nian sacrifice his own life without reservation?

Xie Jin suddenly remembered the nonsense in Droktada's chaos, causing a bad guess in his heart. He suddenly raised his head to look at the silent girl in front of him, and even his voice was shaking.

"You just said to replace you." Xie Jin felt that his heart was being severely hit by a giant hammer. The sore spot that was smashed into a pulp made him have to take a deep breath. "What to replace you, can you tell me?"

"The so-called holy boy is a sacrificial item selected from the children of the villagers of the past dynasties. The holy boy has the mission of offering sacrifices to immortals since he was a child, and will be sacrificed to the immortals they worship on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony."

Wen Liang slowly leaned down and picked up the scattered yellow papers from the ground, "This is the grandmother of Droktada, recorded in this book."

He put the old pages together and handed them to Xie Jin, with a strange look in his eyes, "But He Nian suddenly disappeared from the village back then, even if the Zhao family would not tolerate the blank period of the so-called holy boy disappearing. , so you guessed the answer."

The huge amount of information was mixed into a group in his mind. Xie Jin had no choice but to understand it to the maximum extent. In fact, he had a hunch, including the hints given by Wen Liang.

He looked at Droktada's face, most of which was covered by her hair. The girl's former liveliness and agility no longer existed. The grief she showed all day long was not just as simple as losing a loved one, but more deeply buried in her heart, guilt. .

Xie Jin subconsciously touched the thick notebook. The texture of the cover seemed to be sheepskin. He opened his mouth and gave the answer he understood in silence.

"There is not only one holy boy, they are... a group?" The Zhao family would definitely secretly select the next holy boy in the years when He Nian disappeared, so Droktada's replacement naturally meant this.

Xie Jin covered his already tragic face with his palm. He looked at Wen Liang and asked in disbelief, "So Droktada is also a holy child?"

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