The charming girl is reborn, dragging the paranoid prince to kill everyone

Xi Ze was playing chess with Cang Xuan. When he saw Tang Jiao coming, he asked the servant to pour tea.

Cang Xuan didn't even raise his head and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Tang Jiao went straight to the point and told him about her dream and what she had investigated.

Xi Ze was a little surprised, and looked at Tang Jiao with approval: "You are really amazing, you can receive the prayers of living beings just through dreams."

This is also a rare and precious existence for the gods.

In the divine world, she can accept the prayers of ordinary people, but the key is that she has no temple or statue in the mortal world.

Cang Xuan placed the black piece on the chessboard and said to Tang Jiao, "Follow your heart and go and handle it when you receive the prayer."

Xi Ze nodded, smiling gently: "You are now a supreme god. If you find any problems in the mortal world, you can handle them yourself. If it involves other realms and the matter is serious, we can discuss it with everyone."

He knew that Tang Jiao and Lu Changze had just arrived in the God Realm and were still unfamiliar with some things.

Tang Jiao nodded: "I understand."

She didn't stay here for too long. She asked a few questions before turning around and leaving.

In less than two hours, Tang Jiao arrived at the mortal world. As soon as she stepped in, she heard countless prayers like thunder, revealing deep despair and sorrow.

The sky was filled with wailing and the ground was full of starving people. Even the largest rivers had not a drop of water. Many people were lying in the woods where the bark had been peeled off, waiting to die, and they were all so thin that their bones were just skin and bones.

When there is nothing to eat, there will definitely be people who eat their own children, which is really pitiful.

I flew to a city where people were still living. The surviving people were skinny and were kneeling by a river without a trace of moisture, with their heads facing the sky.

There were some chickens, ducks, fish and meat placed on the long table on the flat ground. A middle-aged man who looked like a Taoist priest was wearing a Taoist robe, and incense was rising from the air. Everyone was crying and kneeling with their heads facing the sky, begging the gods to hear their prayers and to send down rain.

The tall and thin Taoist priest held a sword in one hand and a talisman in the other. He threw the talisman into the air, and it ignited without wind. After making a few sword flowers, he shouted loudly, "Bring the sacrifice up."

As soon as he finished speaking, crying sounds began to rise, and two thin and beautiful young girls were brought up, their thin and dark faces full of despair.

Tang Jiao felt something was wrong. These people would not sacrifice a living person.

At this time, a woman with a haggard face ran up from behind the crowd and shouted towards the front.

The Taoist pointed his sword in her direction and said, "Stop her and don't let her offend the gods. This is the most important sacrifice."

The woman should be the mother of the two girls. She fell to the ground crying after being stopped.

"Big girl, second girl, my daughters, my poor daughters!!."

"Mother, mother!"

"Oh, mother, please stop crying and take your brother away quickly."

The mother, her two daughters and their two children cried heart-wrenchingly, but they were powerless to do anything about the situation they were facing.

The Taoist priest picked up a chicken, put the chicken blood in an empty bowl, threw the chicken away, then dipped a brush in the chicken blood and drew a talisman on the foreheads of the two girls.

Throwing the pen aside, the Taoist priest shouted, "Begin the sacrifice."

After these words were spoken, the eldest and second girls were so scared that they burst into tears and struggled desperately.

"Please let us go. Please."

"Woo, at least let my sister go. It's okay for me to die. Please let my sister go. She's still young."

But her sorrowful and frightened voice did not arouse the sympathy of the people. They closed their eyes and prayed silently, hoping that it would rain heavily after God received the sacrifice.

Tang Jiao stood in the air, looking at the hundreds of mortals above who were indifferent, and felt pity.

In life-and-death situations, the dark side of human beings is ten times more terrifying than evil spirits.

In order to pray for rain, they ruthlessly sacrificed two young girls. Who told them that the gods could see the sacrifice of living people? They are ignorant and shameless.

When Tang Jiao saw the raised sword about to chop off the girl's head, she raised her hand and a gust of wind knocked the sword away.

The sudden change frightened the Taoist priest. He looked around in panic with his sword in hand, afraid to speak: "Who, who is playing tricks?"

Tang Jiao slowly appeared, staring at the mortals below with cold eyes.

Some people heard the Taoist priest's exclamation and looked up. When they saw Tang Jiao riding the clouds in the sky, they screamed and exclaimed: "It's a god, a god has appeared."

Everyone looked up and saw Tang Jiao surrounded by fairy air in the sky. They were so happy that they kowtowed and cried.

"God, you finally showed up."

"Please, give me some rain!"

"Please save us, please, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"The gods have shown their power. The gods have shown their power. It turns out that human sacrifices really work."

The Taoist priest knelt down in front of Tang Jiao holding his whisk and shouted excitedly: "God, you finally showed up. Please save our lives and send us some rain."

Tang Jiao ignored everyone's pleas and said in an unhappy tone: "Who told you to sacrifice a living person? You are so heartless."

The anger in her voice frightened the Taoist priest, who trembled and begged for mercy: "God, spare our lives. There is nothing I can do. There has been a severe drought in the country for three years. Countless people have starved to death. There is not even tree bark to chew. From now on, we promise that we will never sacrifice living people. Please save our lives."

Tang Jiao glanced at everyone, her tone full of coercion: "I am here today to bring you rain. This god will send down the rain, but you must spread the word to everyone that no matter what hardships you encounter in the future, you are not allowed to sacrifice living people. God has no interest in living people, and you are just bearing the sin for nothing."

Everyone hurriedly said yes. The eldest girl's mother held her two daughters in front of her and cried bitterly with her daughters.

The older girl held one of her daughters in each hand and cried, "Hurry up and thank the gods for saving you."

She knew that if no gods appeared today, her two daughters would definitely be killed.

Tang Jiao looked at the girl and whispered, "Sacrificial offerings are indeed needed to worship the gods. Fruits, chickens, ducks and other offerings will do. Girl, give me the red fruit."

The little girl was so frightened by being called that she froze in place. The Taoist priest didn't care about anything else and patted her to bring her back to her senses. He hurriedly said, "Quick, hand the fruit to the spirit."

"Yes Yes."

The girl took the only red fruit, knelt in front of Tang Jiao, and held the fruit high with trembling hands.

Tang Jiao smiled and said, "Make a wish to me."

The girl looked up, staring at the beautiful and holy Tang Jiao in front of her, and said with a trembling voice and tears: "Please ask the gods to give us a heavy rain so that we can all have a way to survive."

Tang Jiao raised her hand slightly, and the fruit flew into her palm without any wind. She smiled and said, "As you wish."

As soon as the words fell, there was a violent wind, thunder, dark clouds rolling in like waves, and rain falling like silk threads. The moist raindrops dripped into the dry and yellow earth, bringing new life.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the people were ecstatic. They raised their heads and opened their mouths wide to drink the rain.

"It's raining. It's raining."

"It's really raining."

"We can survive, and we will have food soon."

"Thank you, God. Thank you, God."

Tang Jiao looked down at the people who were in ecstasy, and remembered that when it rained after the fire was out, the people there also escaped death.

Mortals have no magical powers, so when they encounter natural disasters, they can only leave it to fate. It is the duty of the gods to guide them to do good and bring new life to the world.

Tang Jiao slowly disappeared, and when the people looked up again, she was no longer there.