Serpent

"My descendant, my young man, is really amazing. How does it feel to be a candidate for the king? As long as you pass the test of Lord Snake Ancestor, you will soon receive the snake stick representing royal power from the priest, and The palace, the riches, the woman and the unique dignity of being a king... Are you happy about your destiny? Are you proud of your step to the top? Are you proud that you will take over my throne? Bitch! Don't be complacent, don't be crazy! What do you think you are! The throne is mine, mine, mine, mine!!!! You can't take it away from me! From the moment you see these words Since then, you have won our curse, and thousands of ghosts of resentment will roar and hover above your head... Your life has already entered the countdown... You will be like me, like us... Like us, the whole body festers and dies in excruciating pain! We, goodbye in hell!"

The sun was sinking in the west, and the western sky was emitting a reddish cold light.The wind blows from a distant place, one after another, it makes people feel cold all over.

A page full of morbid curses slipped from Ao Jia's hand, he leaned on the window sill to look at the sunlight that couldn't warm anything, even his fingers were stiff.

"You shouldn't be looking at these things." A petite maid came up and grabbed the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, "Be happy..."

"Would you like to live a few more hours?" Ao Jia's calm eyes fell on the little maid.The little maid didn't even dare to raise her head with that indifferent and unwilling conflicted look in her eyes.

Ao Jia looked at the yellowed paper in her hand and tilted her head: "Where did you find these?"

"The day after the sacrificial ceremony, on the altar. Together with his corpse." The little maid covered her mouth a little unbearably.She still remembers that kind of death.

"Actually... Actually, as long as you can pass the trial of Lord Snake Ancestor, you might be able to survive." The little maid shook her head, tried to comfort Ao Jia, and said something that she didn't believe even herself, "As long as you can If you survive, you will be able to live a life where one person is under one person and above ten thousand people."

Ao Jia smiled lightly and said nothing more.After staring at Xiwei's sunlight for a long time, he said hoarsely, "Can anyone survive?"

For 500 years, no one has passed the trial of the Snake Ancestor—if the Snake Ancestor really existed.

The throne, no matter where it is placed, is a mediocre and luxurious word.Different from other countries, the throne in Wuzong Kingdom is more like a daydreaming dream.

Every ten years, the high priest will record the names of all men with good looks in the kingdom who are above the age of 15 and under the age of 25, write them down one by one, and put them in a gilded bottle.After bathing and burning incense, and fasting for three days, he will draw out the name of that person himself.If the selected person successfully passes the trial of the Snake Ancestor, he will become the king of Wu Zong Kingdom.

The ceremony is simple and casual, but absolutely no one will raise any objections, because the fate of that person is not envied.

"I'm not envied by others." Ao Jia murmured.Because the saying "you can become a king by passing the trial of the Snake Ancestor" is simply a scam.Every sacrificial person thinks that he is the one lucky one out of ten thousand, and they all think that they can get infinitely close to wealth and glory through trials.But reality is always different from imagination.No one can pass the test of the snake ancestor, only the sacrifices who want to be kings and go crazy.But these are not important to them. Whether it is a person who wants to be a king or a person who does not want to be a king, he will end up as a cold corpse, and then he will be carried down from the altar the next day, and maybe there will be another day. Two pages of vicious curses.

The sun set on the other side of the mountain and was no longer visible.Only half of the burning red sky is waiting to be swallowed by the cold night.The wind blew stronger and colder, Ao Jia's ears hurt from the blowing, and the wind kept pouring in from his thin clothes.

He shuddered.

Yes, not to be envied.He didn't know what happened to these "kings", but judging from the rumors and the letters left by the former sacrifices, it must be something bad.He remembered the expressions on the faces of those people when the high priest announced that he would become the king's candidate to accept the trial of the Snake Ancestor: Some were relieved, some were gloating, some were flattering, and some were jealous... each all kinds of faces...

Thinking of the death of those "kings", everyone must shrink their necks.

He doesn't want to die so disgustingly...

Ao Jia's beautiful nails scratched fiercely on the wooden window sill, her eyes became clear and firm.

Yes, he has to find a way to escape, he doesn't want to live sickly like those people, he doesn't want to die disgustingly like those people!

Heavy footsteps came from the stairway, and the high priest with a heavy cane stepped up from the stairway step by step.

"What are you doing at the window?" The majestic and solemn voice of the high priest sounded, and there was a trace of displeasure in the deep voice.

Ao Jia turned her head to look at the short and strong old man in front of her, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I want to blow the wind."

The sharp eagle-like eyes of the great sacrificial priest flicked across his body fiercely.He stomped the floor heavily with the snake head crutch in his hand, and said in a blunt tone: "Don't blow it! The Snake Ancestor doesn't like sick sacrifices."

The chief priest is a god-like figure in Wu Zongguo, beyond the Three Realms and not among the Five Elements. There are rumors that he is at least five hundred years old and has an immortal body.The high priest controls Wu Zongguo's state affairs with one hand, and will always be with Wu Zongguo's national destiny.

Ao Jia believes that an old man who has experienced 500 years of vicissitudes is either detached and unrestrained or unrestrained, but also reasonable.But he couldn't see any human touch in this great priest.

The high priest stared sharply at his back, making Ao Jia feel a chill.

Ao Jia knew his current situation, but he didn't want to bow his head to this gloomy old man. He took a small step in the direction of the high priest, and then stood there rigidly, only looking at him coldly. look at him.

The high priest suddenly felt that the expression on Ao Jia's face was annoying.His tone became harsher little by little, and his voice became more and more sharp: "What do you think you are, at best, you are the heir of the kingdom, but at worst, you are just a sacrifice, nothing like those pigs and cows placed on the shrine the difference!"

Ao Jia did not expect that the high priest who has always been honored and respected by the people would say such words. He was a little stunned for a while, and it took a long time to react.As if someone had slapped him severely, his face suddenly became extremely pale, and even his fingertips trembled slightly.

The high priest smiled complacently when he saw the expression on Ao Jia's face that did not dare to get angry.He glanced at Ao Jia with his slender and hazy eyes, and even his eyes said, "What are you?"

Ao Jia bit her lower lip tightly.Standing there resentfully.The high priest's eyes fell on his fingers, and his brows frowned.

"Hmm..." Ao Jia's wrist hurt.The high priest's skinny fingers clasped his wrists like eagle claws.

"Why is it dirty here?" The high priest squeezed Ao Jia's hand, with a haughty look on his face.

Ao Jia looked down, and it turned out that when her fingers brushed across the window sill, some sawdust got caught between her nails.He was about to explain, but saw the high priest turned his head in a rage and yelled at the maids: "You useless slaves! Didn't you let you look at him?! Dogs gouged out his eyes and ate them? Snake Ancestor My lord doesn't like dirty offerings! Go down! Go down! Go down! Wash it again! Wash it again!"

While reprimanding the maids, the high priest dragged Ao Jia to the hot spring and pressed his head into the water forcefully.