death of mountain god

The skin is very fragile and can be scratched with a piece of paper. The old people gave Xiaobu a bath without any effort, which made him scream in pain. When he looked at the river, he was a good guy, his back was red and there were blood spots. Delicate and charming, I can't bear to look at it.

The criss-cross wounds in the photo look really painful, one deep and one shallow. Blake picked up the red feather on his neck and looked at it carefully. There is a bend here and a corner there. But fear.

The feeling of fear sometimes has no reason, and the wind blowing on the back of the neck can also be conceived as a ghost lying behind the back and exhaling silently, but some people's fear has specific images, such as the sacrifice that Black buried deep in his heart Temple of Heaven.

Since it is a "sacrifice", blood is indispensable. However, looking around the whole mountain, there is nothing that can be killed without guilt. It is said that all things have spirits, and everything here really has spirits.

At that time, Blake's idea was very simple, if he didn't do it, he would not sacrifice to the heavens. Anyway, no one could prove that worshiping the heavens could indeed avoid disasters.

"Don't talk nonsense, you kid has already transformed, so there is nothing to be afraid of, but what about other creatures in the mountains? If there is no shelter, they will always be just ordinary plants and beasts." The old man held three sticks in his hand. Thin incense, ordered Xiaobu to light it.

"Ordinary?" Xiao Bu hesitated for a moment, "Isn't it good to be ordinary?"

The old man didn't answer, but knelt on the cold and hard stone platform, squinting his eyes to look at the sky above the altar of offering sacrifices.

"The divine bird left a feather, but the power of the feather is limited. If there is no sacrifice, all of us will gradually age and die."

The word death is still far away from him, but the aging body is close at hand. Black touched the knife-like wrinkles on the old man's face, and frowned: "Can elders die too?"

The conversation didn't continue, the old man smiled at him, the nasolabial folds became two ravines.

Through the curling blue smoke, Blake saw faint brown tiger stripes appearing on the old man's forehead. He backed up a few steps, ran into a clump of wild grass and hid, and opened a finger-width gap to reveal an eyeball Wait and see.

How could it suddenly show its original shape?He must have been hurt.

Black was a little panicked, looked around a few times, jumped out hastily and shouted to stop: "Elder, don't continue!"

The elder really put down the unburned incense stick in his hand, but his face was not very good-looking, and he walked up to Xiao Bu gloomyly, straightened his arms, pointed to the forest of stone statues under the altar of offering sacrifices to heaven, and said, "Kneel down."

What's the meaning?His eyes were wide open, he didn't know how to answer, his knees gave way, and he looked at the forest of stone statues blankly, who are those people?The stone statue commemorated must be a great hero.

The elder sighed: "Xiao Bu, you are still so young."

Blake laughed heartily, an old man is an old man, and he always plainly lamented that time is fleeting, who wouldn't grow up?He watched a round of red sun gradually sinking in the misty blue distant mountains, pretending to follow and sigh: "I will grow old too."

The elder, who was almost in his twilight years, gave him a surprised look, and immediately showed embarrassment, as if he was saying something unspeakable: "Jitian...has a clue."

Black thumped in his heart, and asked cautiously, "Who? Is anyone going to die?"

The old man is usually kind and kind like a big cat, but now he shows his minions for no reason: "Xiao Bu, only you can save everyone."

In the next second, Blake fell asleep with his eyes darkened, and he remained conscious for a few seconds. He heard a sound of chaotic footsteps, his fingers trembled, and there was no more movement.

In the boundless darkness, the old man's voice kept echoing: "Only you can save everyone."

"But... I want to live."

When Blake opened his eyes again, he was already in the center of the altar, the sun was shining directly on the stone platform, the white light seemed to blind his eyes, his limbs were tied to the tree trunk, a wooden sword was stuck in his heart, and his lips were so dry and cracked , his throat seemed to be smoking, he said, "I want to drink water."

However, there was no sound, he felt that he was not strong enough, and continued to tug on the thin vocal cords: "I want to drink water!"

The elder stepped forward step by step, watching his lips part and close: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Next to you, enjoy the worship of all the creatures in the mountain with your seniors."

Black finally knew the origin of the stone statue forest, and no one sacrificed willingly, so everyone murdered one person after another, called him a hero, and knelt down to him.

"Xiao Bu, you will be the god of this mountain from now on, please bless everyone."

Blake kept shaking his head, unable to make a sound, so he bumped his head against the tree trunk behind him, screaming in his heart: "I don't want to be a god, I want to be a monster!"

The whites of the old man's eyes were bloodshot again. He lowered his head, took a mahogany box carved with dragons and phoenixes, took out a string of necklaces, and tied them around Xiao Bu's neck.

A piece of red feather fluttered on Blake's chest. It looked ordinary, and he didn't feel like a divine bird at all. A lot of things were mixed up in his mind. For a while, the old man was telling him the story of the divine bird. The next second, the old man He turned back into a tiger and bit off his neck.

Suddenly there was a roar from behind, and then a flame ignited under his feet, which was very hot. The scene in front of him became distorted after being scorched by the flames.

This was not enough, the person behind him roared again, a pile of haystacks fell from the sky, and buried him in, the grass poles made beeping and cracking noises, and in the darkness, the sacrificial songs chanted by the elders entered him through the cracks in the haystacks ear canal.

The nerves in Black's limbs were burned, and his whole body was in severe pain. When the flames touched his hair, he passed out again. He only had time to look at the feathers on his chest. The red feathers were as dazzling as flames among the haystacks. .

The elder watched this scene with tears in his eyes, and there was no scream from the firelight, either way or nothing.

It has come to this point, why let other people suffer from guilt?

A pile of ruins was added to the altar of offering sacrifices to heaven, and a curly-haired child appeared in the forest of stone statues. The old man sent the child enlightened by his own hands into the coffin, and a group of people sang and sent the Divine Comedy.

When Blake wakes up again, he is already a "Lanke person who has turned to the countryside", the mountain is no longer the original mountain, and the general trend is correct, but the altar of offering sacrifices to heaven is gone, and the forest of stone statues is also gone. Shallow one foot down the mountain.

It was already dark, the street lights on the outside of the red lanterns were turned on one after another, several old shops were closed, and in the teahouse, a group of people had different expressions, Blake said here in one breath, and took a sip of tea: "At that time... …probably around the 80s and [-]s.”

"Is there a time difference between when you came back to life and when you were on the altar of offering sacrifices to heaven?" Thinking about his words, Zhou Li pressed the switch with a click, and saw Xiaobu's locks of hair resting on his forehead.

"I don't know, I don't even know how I survived, I clearly remember that my legs are already useless..." Black felt uncomfortable when he thought of offering sacrifices to the Temple of Heaven, and kept sweating. He pushed the stool away and stood up: "I'm going to wash my face."

Xiao Bu is not tall enough, and he can only reach the faucet by stepping on a stool. He likes water and cold things, so he squeezed his nose and buried himself in the water, which finally relieved the discomfort.

When he woke up, the tree was beside him, and his body was weak. After sitting against the tree for a while, he finally realized that something was wrong: someone had dug his roots and moved him to this ghost place.

What's the matter?Don't you regard him as a god?Are you still afraid that your own death will not be thorough?

Blake touched the red feather on his neck and found it out of nowhere. It was probably the thing that saved him. Fortunately, the old man gave him the feather.

If it's part of the ritual, then they will eventually find that the feather is gone, and they are gone, and they will think that I stole the feather and ran away?

In this way, it makes sense, the creatures all over the mountain are pointing to the feathers of the divine bird to continue their lives. In the end, they were stolen by a sacrifice. No wonder they were so angry that they dug up his roots.

Blake raised his head suddenly, and laughed a few times as if he had got a bargain. No wonder there was nothing in the mountain, and the sacrifice to heaven failed. Why should God protect that broken mountain?

He survived on his own, and changed places every few years, from west to east, from south to north, the black and white TV boxes gradually faded out of sight, and the slow 486 head in the Internet cafe was replaced by an elegant and light LCD screen. He squatted in the corner and registered a forum account, and the first post was: "Where to recruit monsters? Dryad, male, unknown age, no diploma, able to work, good-looking."

Unexpectedly, there was a reply. Xiao Bu clicked on the message and saw that he was in a bad mood.

Pretty Sister: "The hottest bar is open. Welcome all good-looking and capable handsome guys to apply for the job. You can earn a lot of money. TEL: 13783578XXX, ADD: No. 26, Yingbin West Street, Wenshan County."

An advertisement with unattractive copywriting, Black wanted to delete the post, and just about to click delete, there were a few more messages.

I am Zhangqiu's scallion: "Hahahahaha the landlord, after the founding of the country, you are not allowed to become a master, and leave your name before deleting it!"

Modesty gentleman: "Monster? Do you have a registered permanent residence?"

This name matches well with the personnel department of that bar. After reading a few articles, I didn’t see a single one of the same kind. There are a lot of advertisements. For example, another one popped up just now. .

Centuries-old Shuren: "Hello, monsters. Welcome to Chencha, No. 59, Qingyang Old Street, to apply for a job. The century-old shop is good for everyone."

Blake thought, that's it, the head looks like a good relationship, and there is something else between the lines: the monster is good.

Does that mean, they have other monsters there?

He didn't write a phone number, so he had to find it by himself. He copied the address in his notebook and didn't waste a moment. He ran to the station to buy a ticket after leaving the Internet cafe. The temperature in the carriage is really unpleasant, which careless person is eating instant noodles again?

After staying up all night, it was finally here. Black heaved a sigh of relief and got out of the carriage. He was instantly washed by the rain.

But, it's all here, so let's go.