Stealing Hook [Rebirth]

Mo Yuan had already searched the Hundred Zong Clan inside and out the night before, so the place where Miss Lin mentioned by Lin Zhiqiu was not difficult for him to find.

In the past, the Hundred Zergs relied on Lin Zhiqiu to teach here with peace of mind, so naturally they would not treat Miss Lin too harshly, but now that Lin Zhiqiu has been rescued, her existence has lost its meaning, and it is hard to say how she will be treated later.

Mo Yuan didn't dare to delay, and went to find someone as soon as it got dark. Fortunately, the Holy Sacrifice of the Hundred Zong Clan was just around the corner, and the clansmen were all distracted by the preparations for the holy sacrifice, so they didn't guard Miss Lin closely. Mo Yuan and Lian Mufeng fought against each other. With a cover, the person was rescued smoothly.

And when they passed by the Baili's buildings like weathered shadows, the chief of the Baili family was suffering heart-breaking torment in the house.

"Medicine...give me medicine..." Patriarch Baili was writhing on the ground in pain. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he crawled towards the door on hands and feet, grasping the overlapping legs of the phantom in front of him like a life-saving straw. .

Behind him was a long stream of blood, which was the blood that flowed out when he couldn't bear to use a knife to injure himself.

Patriarch Duan Gan sat on a chair, looked down at him begging in front of him, and smiled coldly: "If you want to get rid of it, you can tell me honestly, when did you negotiate with those Central Plains people? What good does it do you?"

Patriarch Baili was sweating profusely. At first he knew how to struggle, but after a long time his expression began to be in a trance. Finally, he couldn't bear the pain and tremblingly explained the deal between Mo Yuan and him.

Patriarch Duan Gan's face became more and more serious when he heard it, and finally he became furious, kicked him away fiercely, got up and gritted his teeth and said, "Very good! No wonder you have become hard these days and refused to obey. How dare you fight against me? Play tricks under your nose!"

Patriarch Baili bumped his back against the low table, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, and crawled over again: "Medicine...medicine..."

Patriarch Duan Gan sneered: "What medicine? Don't you have drugs? Find a way for yourself!"

Saying that, without looking at him again, he strode away.

*

The next day, the first thing Mo Yuan did after getting up was to go to the next door to check the pulse of Lin Zhiqiu, his grandfather and grandson.

The old and the young have stayed in southern Xinjiang for so many years, and I don't know if they have any illnesses. At least in Mo Yuan's view, Lin Zhiqiu often coughs, and Miss Lin is very thin, obviously they all need to be recuperated.

At this time Xing Liu rushed upstairs excitedly: "Boss! Boss!"

Lian Mufeng raised his hand to stop him from the door, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Xing Liu already knew Lin Zhiqiu's identity, and thought that Mo Yuan was in there discussing important matters for King Xuan, so he lowered his voice and said, "I heard that Patriarch Baili's old illness had relapsed, and Patriarch Duan Gan said that he would preside over the holy sacrifice in place of the Patriarch. The big family is making a fuss about the candidate for the head, I think it looks very interesting!"

Lian Mufeng frowned slightly: "Patriarch Baili's old illness has relapsed?"

"Yes!" Xing Liu nodded, "We are making a bet, do you want to have a hand, Boss?"

Lian Mufeng couldn't laugh or cry: "You guys play, I'm not interested."

Xing Liu replied in disappointment, and ran downstairs again.

Not long after that, the dispute came to a conclusion. Patriarch Baili came out sick and personally ordered Patriarch Duan Gan to preside over the holy sacrifice on his behalf. All affairs in the family should be handled.

As night fell, the Hundred Zong tribe sent people to invite Mo Yuan and others to attend their sacrificial ceremony. Mo Yuan said to Lian Mufeng: "There must be something wrong with the Patriarch Baili, I tell everyone to be more careful!"

Lian Mufeng nodded, arranged for some people to stay and look after Lin Zhiqiu and Miss Lin, and took the rest of the people to follow the leader to the altar of the Hundred Insects.

The altar was set in the depths of the dense forest, and at this time it was illuminated by thousands of torches as bright as day.

After Mo Yuan and the others passed by, they were almost dazzled by the countless Hundred Zerg people. Looking around the crowd, they could see a huge three-story stone platform in the distance. There were two indistinct lines on the stone platform. It was not until they passed through the crowd and approached that they could be recognized as Patriarch Duan Gan and the High Priest dressed in extraordinarily grand clothes.

The sacrificial ceremony has already begun. Patriarch Duan Gan said a long list of prayers for good weather in the coming year in Nanjiang dialect, and led the clansmen to perform the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky. For a while, those who kowtowed fell down one after another like waves, shouting and singing To the sky.

In the chorus of the Hundred Zerg people, the high priest lit the firewood on the high platform, and began to dance around the burning flame, chanting words and waving the bell in his hand.

Amidst the distant and mysterious ringing of the bell, there was gradually movement in the depths of the dense forest, and the movement became louder and louder. Finally, two tentacles protruded from the rattling branches and leaves.

Xing Liu looked at the giant centipede that was gradually revealing his figure, and was amazed: "This old man is actually quite capable."

Mo Yuan smiled: "There is something added to the bonfire, and the smell from that thing can attract giant centipedes."

Xing Liu was stunned, leaned over and shrugged his nose: "Why didn't I smell it?"

Lian Mu Feng pushed him away: "You don't even know what you added, and you can't recognize it when you smell it."

Xing Liu chuckled, then looked at the high platform, his expression suddenly changed: "Grandpa! What happened to those people who were tied into rice dumplings?"

While they were talking, the high priest tore away the red silk next to him, revealing a long table underneath, on which were placed various sacrifices such as chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, and the most prominent of these sacrifices was the whole table. Eight people kneeling neatly in a row.

Mo Yuan slowly spit out two words: "Human sacrifice."

Xing Liu: "..."

There was a cold look on Mo Yuan's face. Many tribes in southern Xinjiang kept the tradition of using living people to sacrifice to heaven, but the Jiuxi people had never used human sacrifices. The emperor knew it well after staying in southern Xinjiang for so many years when he was young, but back then he In order to drive the Jiuxi tribe into the dust, they forcibly added a lot of bad names to the Jiuxi tribe, so that in the eyes of the world, the Jiuxi tribe became an inhuman barbarian, and the emperor became a saint who stood up for the heavens.

"Young Master! Young Master!" Ding Chou's flustered voice interrupted Mo Yuan's memory. He turned his head and saw Ding Chou looking towards the high platform with a pale face and trembling lips, "My brother is... on the top... What to do, what to do... I beg you to save my brother's life!"

Mo Yuan was taken aback. He knew about Ding Mao in his previous life, and he had met him a few times at that time. Because of this, he thought that nothing would happen to Ding Mao here, so he was not in a hurry these few days. Trying to find someone, but now Ding Mao has become a sacrifice, where did this go wrong, or did he admit the wrong person?

He raised his eyes to look at the altar, his eyes penetrated the messy long hair covered by the eight human sacrifices in front of him, and after careful identification for a moment, he finally recognized Ding Mao, who was very similar to the appearance in his memory, but he was a little younger at this time. He should have recognized the wrong person.

Lian Mufeng secretly observed Mo Yuan's expression, seeing that he was just a little surprised and not too obviously worried, he couldn't help but quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said in a low voice: "It is impossible for a giant centipede to swallow all the sacrifices in one gulp. After a while, I quietly leaned over, looking for a chance to snatch him away."

Mo Yuan shook his head: "No, it's too dangerous, I'd better go, at least the giant centipede has good intentions for me."

Lian Mufeng quickly refused: "This is a centipede, not an ordinary cat or dog. It showed affection to you yesterday, so there is no guarantee that it will not bite you today. What's more, it was attracted by that old man. It's hard to say who it will get close to." gone."

Mo Yuan smiled: "Why don't we go together, if there's really no way to do it, I'll do it again and feed it a drop of blood."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Lian Mufeng sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to protect him and squeezed through the crowd to the high platform.

The giant centipede had already climbed onto the high platform with half its body. It moved its tentacles, dragged a strong cow on the long table over, threw it high, and threw it violently in another direction.

"Bang——" the strong bull hit Mo Yuan's feet, making an extremely shocking muffled sound.

Mo Yuan: "..."

Lian Mufeng looked at the strong bull on the ground: "...I may have misunderstood this centipede."

Mo Yuan: "..."

Feeling the shocked gazes of countless people, the two raised their heads to look at the centipede, only to see the centipede dragging another fat sheep.

The high priest was sweating profusely, chanting ancient spells, while shaking the copper bell in his hand, seeing that the centipede was unmoved and was about to throw the fat sheep at Mo Yuan, he roared anxiously, Jumping in front of the centipede, the sound from the mouth was changed to an extremely weird syllable.

The centipede paused, and stretched out its empty tentacles towards the high priest. The high priest hurriedly stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the palm of the tentacles with the tip of the tentacles. With just this touch, the high priest showed a look of depression, with the faint intention of giving up.

Patriarch Duan Gan hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? What did the centipede say?"

The high priest sighed: "#%@...%#&...*"

Patriarch Duan Gan's face began to tremble after hearing this, as if trying to suppress his anger.

While they were talking, the giant centipede persistently threw fat sheep, chickens, ducks, geese... one by one to Mo Yuan.

The cleanly slaughtered sacrifices rolled on the ground, covered with dust.

Mo Yuan worried: "When it throws people over in a while, you must catch them steadily. If you fall like this, you will be disabled if you don't die."

Lian Mufeng nodded solemnly.

After the giant centipede finished throwing the sacrifice, it finally stretched its tentacles towards the human sacrifice, then rolled up the person on the farthest side, turned around under the expectant eyes of Lian Mufeng and Mo Yuan, and gently placed it on the side of the altar, using its tentacles to As soon as he hit it, the man rolled down the steps with a grunt.

Lian Mufeng and Mo Yuan: "..."

The two of them couldn't figure out the meaning of the giant centipede at all. Fortunately, it didn't mean to eat people. After Ji rolled down the steps, there was an uproar, and the faces of the Baichong tribe were full of panic. It seemed that the heavens had decided not to favor them, and that they would face a catastrophe.

Not far behind, Xing Liu poked at Ding Chou who was dancing with excitement: "Using centipedes to decide the fate of the whole family? This is too fucking exaggerated!"

Ding Chou was so excited by himself that he didn't notice what he said at all.

On the high platform, Patriarch Duan Gan almost fell to the ground, holding on to his breath so as not to fall down, he watched the giant centipede extend its tentacles to the high priest again, and asked without hope: "What did it say this time? "

High Priest: "&*...%#@...%"

Patriarch Duan Gan was stunned for a long time, wiped his face fiercely, turned around and walked down the steps with a gloomy face, he came to Mo Yuan, and smiled as if changing his face: "The holy object said that it has a broken foot and has no appetite, Mo Yao Young Master, as the instigator, please go up and connect the severed foot for the sacred object."

Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows. Only he, Lian Mufeng and Ding Chou knew the reason for the giant centipede's broken foot. Patriarch Duan Gan was able to tell the truth. Presumably, he didn't lie. It was indeed the giant centipede who told the high priest.

He smiled: "It's been so long, I'm afraid it's useless to connect it."

Patriarch Duan Gan said: "It's okay, as long as it's connected, it has identified you in this matter, and no one else can."

Mo Yuan thought for a while, and said, "It's okay to go up there, but you have to tell me what your holy objects said just now."

Patriarch Duan Gan said with a smile: "I didn't say anything, it's just that I'm in a bad mood and don't want to enjoy the sacrifice."

Mo Yuan turned around: "Mu Feng, let's go."

Patriarch Duan Gan gritted his teeth: "The first time, the holy thing said it didn't want to eat people, and it won't eat people anymore. The second time, the holy thing said it broke a foot and wanted you to connect it."

Mo Yuan turned around: "I didn't see it pointing at me, how did you know that it was me?"

Patriarch Duan Gan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Please, Mr. Mo Yao, please stop in moderation."

Mo Yuan smiled: "Forget it, don't worry about it, then tell me what the high priest said last time by the stream when you asked about the holy things?"

Patriarch Duan Gan lowered his face: "It has nothing to do with today's matter, so I ask Mr. Mo Yao not to push his feet."

Mo Yuan guessed that he must have concealed some important information, but judging by his attitude, it was obviously unnecessary to ask again, so he didn't continue to struggle, and cupped his hands with a smile: "Being respectful is worse than obeying, Patriarch Duan Gan, please lead the way!"

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