I am a god in script killing

Chapter 35 The Siren's Hymn (9)

"If one of the seventeen sacrifices is selected, he will be sacrificed in full costume on the altar by the sea on December [-] of that year.

"The sea god will submerge the place where the altar is, and the big waves will sweep away the corpses of the unselected sacrifices and the selected sacrifices."

After talking about this meal, old man Sun looked at the bite marks and tattoos on Bao Juan's neck, turned his head unbearably and continued:
"From the second year onwards, for the next 17 years, the weather will be favorable, and the household will live a long and healthy life and have a lot of money, and there is no need to sacrifice again."

"What if not?" Bo Jun asked calmly.

"If you don't sacrifice seventeen corpses, there will be frequent shipwrecks and floods before the next sacrifice, and townspeople who go out at night may be swallowed by sharks who come ashore.

"People are prone to diseases, and they can't survive growing crops-there has been no chosen sacrifice in our town for decades."

"So, why are there still so many people in the town?"

Bo Juan asked. Old Man Sun glanced at her, was startled for a moment and continued:
"It seems that you are really shocked, and you actually asked about these things."

Old Man Sun only thought that Xiao Qi was too stimulated and changed slightly. He sighed and continued:
"People can't leave here, they can only coax outsiders to come in, and as long as outsiders enter the town, they will passively accept this curse.

"They will continue to pull people into the water if they are not reconciled, and if they cannot touch the children in their own town, they will buy children from outside or kidnap them.

"Even snatch the children of tourists, kill the men, and kill the women..."

Old man Sun moved his lips but did not continue.

Bo Jun closed his eyes, but he already understood: kill the man, keep the woman imprisoned, and give birth to a young child.

For the sake of peace, but also for the pursuit of wealth after the successful sacrifice.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Bo Jun bandaged up and stood up, "I'll take you out, it's going to be dark in a while, it's not safe."

"No need," old man Sun stood up, and put the prepared wound medicine on the table. "These wound medicines are reserved for you. If you have an injury on your leg, don't move around."

Bo Jun nodded: "Okay."

"Then I'm leaving, son." Old man Sun walked to the door, and Bo Juan suddenly stopped him, "Grandpa, I have another question."

"What?" Old Man Sun stopped and looked at him.

Bo Jun stared at the old man: "What will happen if you don't sacrifice enough seventeen children before December [-]?"

"This," old man Sun thought for a while and replied, "this happened decades ago, two children were missing, and there was no chosen sacrifice, so the town was flooded by the tsunami on the day of the sacrifice, so we had to hide in the The people on the mountain survived."

"What if there is already a chosen sacrifice?"

"I don't know," Old Man Sun shook his head, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"It's okay, I just suddenly became interested," Bo Jun laughed, "After all, I don't have a few days to live, so I want to ask everything I want to know."

"Don't say that," old man Sun sighed, and suddenly remembered something, "Oh, yes, I almost forgot the things you asked me to keep for you."

thing?

Bo Jun frowned slightly, watching Old Man Sun pull out a sealed bag from the inside of the medicine box: "Here, take it."

"You gave it to me before you went, and said that if you don't come back, you will let me burn it for you. Fortunately, you are back."

The old man glanced at the sky: "I really have to go, kid, you..."

The old man didn't say anything, just glanced at the thin girl, turned and left.

After all, he can't change anything.

Bo Jun watched him leave, then opened the sealed bag——

Something very simple: a photo of a mother and daughter, a necklace, a... flower?

Bo Jun frowned, took out the handmade flower specimen, and narrowed his pupils slightly after seeing it clearly:
"This is--"

"Gentian flowers," 069 said, "come from the plateau."

(End of this chapter)