Younger brother

Chapter 3 Living Sacrifice

That day of that year was the fifteenth day of the lunar month, and everyone in the world said it was Zhongyuan Day when the gate of hell was open.

For Shan Niantong, that day was the darkest day in his 16 years of life.

It was his birthday, but it was also his death day.

He was changed into a black and lacquered golden sacrificial robe, and the fierce golden mask depicting the 梼杌 beast covered his gorgeous face, and his freedom was imprisoned by iron chains.

His hands and feet were tied to the punishment branch as if he were an animal, and he was carried up to the altar.

The black lacquered wooden box, which was stained with something unknown, and looked extraordinarily dignified, was carried up by two burly men who had been executioners for several years. It was filled with sacrificial knives that had scratched the belly of countless sacrificial animals.

The airtight golden mask blocked Shan Niantong's vision, and he couldn't see anything.

In fact, even without the mask, he could see nothing, his eyes had been stabbed out.

But he could hear the heavy crash of the sacrificial knife in the wooden box when it was put down.

His body was turned over, and his sacrificial robe was torn away, revealing his pale and thin chest.

Dong Rui took out a sharp, thin, thin blade from the sacrificial knife, and the young man in front of him lay motionless on the altar.

The long black hair that was as smooth as satin fell on his equally black sacrificial robe, making his white skin more and more contrasting. If it weren't for the faint ups and downs of his chest, he would have thought it was a bi-man carved from white jade.

He couldn't help stroking that body, feeling the beating of the heart in his chest, and said obsessively: "Shan Niantong, you didn't expect to have today, right?"

Shan Niantong recognized the voice, and began to struggle, the shackles under his body collided with the blue brick floor on the altar, making a cold and crisp sound.

He tried to speak, but found that he couldn't make any sound.

It was only then that he remembered that his tongue had been pulled out, and his throat was thick with aqua regia, his wounds were festering, and the blood and pus were sticking together, making him unable to even make a hoarse breath.

"It's him, let me take your heart." The cold blade slashed gently across his chest, bringing up a string of blood beads.

"For his father, his Li clan, and his family power."

If Shan Niantong still can't recognize the previous sentence, or if he is unwilling to recognize it, then it is Li Fu, that is Li Fu who keeps saying that he will protect him well, Dong Rui's last sentence forced his heart to violently trembling.

"I forgot to tell you." Dong Rui smiled and said close to his only ear that can perceive the outside world, "As long as your heart can heal the emperor, he will decree that Princess Yanhua marry the Patriarch Li."

Shan Niantong naturally knew that the one who married the princess would not be Li Shichang, an old man half buried in the ground. Even if the emperor backed down to the point of living at the price of marriage, he would never let his daughter marry an old man, but would soon take over. The host, Li Fu.

"Shan Niantong, Shan Niantong, you are so stupid, you deserve to spend your life making wedding dresses for others." Dong Rui smiled and patted the golden mask on his face with a knife, "It's so naive, why are you so stupid to think Li Fu will help you bring down your elder brother?"

If there was no pus and blood blocking his throat, maybe Shan Niantong would not be able to hold back and laugh. He is really too stupid to think that Li Fu will really protect him.

He thought that seven years of love would at least save his life, but how could this mere seven years of youthful affection compare to the power and status in Li Fu's eyes, his aristocratic family, was far more important than his love.

Shan Niantong just felt sad, but didn't feel heartache. As the youngest son of a concubine, he was able to use his life to bring prosperity, wealth, power and wealth to his Shan family, the family of the person surnamed Li whom he had been attached to. Status, in the eyes of those people, isn't it the supreme honor of a humble person like him?

As for his elder brother, the tall, cold, ruthless, eldest son of the family, he must also like to see it, right?

Without his stumbling block, Shan Yuyan's idiot would not be his opponent at all. With his means and ability, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the Patriarch of the Shan family.

In this way, it seems that his life sacrifice is beneficial to everyone.

Just as Shan Niantong fell into his own emotions in the last moments, a pair of hands began to frivolously play with his body, and he suddenly began to struggle backwards, trying to avoid this kind of violence.

Even if he dies, he doesn't want to dirty his reincarnation path.

At that time, he didn't know that once he was sacrificed, he would have no reincarnation at all.

"They are all dying, are you still so stubborn?" Dong Rui was very displeased by Shan Niantong's resistance, and he stabbed Shan Niantong's thin shoulder blade with one knife, feeling him trembling with pain.

While licking Shan Niantong's pale and slender neck obscenely, he said with a smile: "If you were willing to commit yourself to me back then, maybe I would still be willing to do my best to protect your life."

"Unfortunately, you don't have eyes." Dong Rui's eyes full of passion suddenly flashed violence.

Seeing the blood dripping from Shan Niantong's white shoulder blades and staining his pale chest covered with scars and hickey marks, Dong Rui suddenly lost the interest in humiliating him, pulled out the thin blade on his shoulder, and stabbed him. cut into his chest.

Feeling his unprecedented trembling, Dong Rui started to get excited again, he suddenly didn't want to dig out his heart so quickly, instead he took out a long blade from the black lacquered sacrificial wooden box.

Lifting one of Shan Niantong's slender legs, he inserted the long blade into it.

Shan Niantong struggled violently and trembled.

He couldn't even lick the pain, he could only let the pus and blood in his throat tumbling and gushing violently in his tongueless mouth, carrying his resentment and his despair.

Shan Niantong didn't know that there were many people standing up and down the altar at that time, but no one stopped them, and no one sympathized with them.

The people under the altar only thought that as long as he sacrificed his body and blood, the years of famine would end, and the family would have rice and meat to eat, so offering sacrifices was what he should do.

After slashing him a few more times with a knife, Dong Rui seemed to have finally lost all interest in torturing him after watching his perfect body being ravaged beyond human form. , he was still dying with a beating heart.

Shan Niantong was so numb from the pain that he could only keep shaking.

After feeling a sharp pain, he felt that his chest was empty.

He felt himself gradually stop shaking, and his body began to become cold.

However, his sense of pain was not stripped away.

Dong Rui put the bloody heart into the special jade box brought up by the waiter, wiped off the blood and flesh foam on his hands with a thin silk handkerchief, then turned and walked down the stone steps of the altar.

However, this is only the beginning of the living sacrifices.

Two executioners lifted Shan Niantong's body from the ground, and then a group of priests and ceremonies wearing priestly clothes and god masks went up to the altar, and they began to dance around Shan Niantong.

Every time the cowhide drum was knocked, a long jade bone awl with a bronze bell hanging on it pierced into his flesh and bones.

After the Heavenly Sacrifice, Shan Niantong's body was completely shattered.

In the end, the high priest held the last jade bone awl and pierced Shan Niantong's right ear through his left ear.

His originally dead body trembled violently again, this time, he no longer had to hear those harsh words.

When Shan Qiye finally escaped from the situation jointly set up by Shan Niantong and Li Fu, and rushed to the Jiuying Altar, what he saw was this scene: Jin Ruocheng was wearing the robes of the high priest, holding his favorite The younger brother threw him off the sacrificial altar like a rag.

The end under the altar is the sea of ​​swords. When Shan Qiye watched with his own eyes, his beloved younger brother was pierced and crushed by thousands of sharp blades that had killed countless souls, he knew that the red flower on the tip of his heart Begonia fell.

Before he took off his armor, he leaped onto the sacrificial altar from his horseback with his whole body on the battlefield.

He stepped on the blood puddle on the green brick floor, trying to avoid it, but found that the entire sacrificial altar was covered with blood.

The blood stains mixed with flesh and blood froth all over the ground felt sticky and thick under the feet, and Shan Qiye could almost smell the smell of blood under his feet, the faint scent of crabapple flowers.

Shan Qiye's heart began to ache violently.

When he was about to go down to find his Yaodi's body, a pair of hands grabbed him.

Jin Ruocheng was dressed in the golden robe of the high priest, and said to him with lowered eyes: "Jiye, I think you know the rituals of living sacrifices better than me."

As the eldest son of a family of Yin and Yang, Shan Qiye naturally knows that the so-called living sacrifices are not just physically destroying the sacrificed animals, but also the souls of the sacrificed people will be swallowed alive and torn apart by lonely souls and wild ghosts in order to appease them. God's wrath.

Therefore, after the sacrificial animal dies, it is often pushed into the sea of ​​swords, so that the soul cannot escape the Nine Infants Altar, and the corpse is exposed for three years.

As a horoscope of pure yin, born in Zhongyuan, Shan Niantong, who has a body of yin and evil, is naturally a gluttonous feast in the eyes of those lonely ghosts.

Shan Qiye looked at Shan Niantong's torn corpse in the sea of ​​swords expressionlessly, and his eyes gradually gathered sternness.

He raised a pale and slender hand that belonged to Shuxiu, drew his sword and cut his finger. When Jin Ruocheng woke up, he had already activated the ghost killing array.

It's not that Jin Ruocheng is slow, it's just that he never expected that Shan Qiye would be so ruthless.

The ghost killing formation that wiped out ten thousand Ao's troops during the battle was actually used by him on his own brother.

Outsiders all say that the thirteen aristocratic families of the Ling Kingdom, the most cold and ruthless family must belong to the Yin-Yang Dan family, is this really the case?

Jin Ruocheng looked up at the tall, sullen man beside him. Even though he was born in the same Fengshui family, he couldn't help being a little startled, even unbelievable.

Would such a heartless person have a heart?

He only saw Shan Qiye's indifference when he summoned the ghosts, but he didn't notice the desolation and despair that appeared in Shan Qiye's cold eyes when he stared at the ghosts biting and devouring Shan Niantong's soul. , even resentment and madness.

Within half an hour, before Shan Niantong's body had cooled completely, his soul was torn apart and devoured by a hundred ghosts.

"So and so, are you satisfied?" Shan Qiye looked indifferently, looking down at Jin Ruocheng.

Jin Ruocheng, the high priest of the Ling Kingdom, just closed his eyes and acquiesced.

Shan Qiye summoned the ghost general You Ning and asked him to bring Shan Niantong's body back from the sea of ​​swords.

Looking at Shan Niantong's broken body, Shan Qiye didn't shy away from the blood stains all over his body, took it from You Ning's hand, hugged him tightly, and closed his eyes tightly, so Jin Ruocheng couldn't see him. Full of regret.

Jin Ruocheng reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

In just a moment, Shan Qiye regained his expression, and said coldly to Jin Ruocheng: "If you can, you'd better hope that you will never appear in front of me again in this lifetime."

Jin Ruocheng looked at the man he had been guarding for ten years, showing such a distant and indifferent expression towards him, his heart suddenly panicked.

"Zi Ye, I know..." You were just saying it in a moment of anger, how could you be really angry with me, right?

"You don't know." Shan Qiye shook off his hand, seeing the madness that Jin Ruocheng had never seen before, "You don't know anything."

Before leaving, Shan Qiye only left Jin Ruocheng a determined back, and he said: "If we meet again, you'd better prepare a suicide note."

Jin Ruocheng's eyes widened, and he was caught off guard and fell down on the altar of the Nine Infants. His high priest's golden robe was stained with foul-smelling sticky blood and flesh foam.

Looking at the sticky foam between his fingers, he recalled only Shan Qiye's indifferent eyes.

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Sealed meat version. . .