Mountains and rivers do not return to people

The priest gave him the punishment of skinning to relieve the grievances of heaven.

It is not in line with the world, it is indeed not suitable for this ignorant dynasty, and it will perish on this windy continent like water.

King Si paid the money.

Below Shen Mushi wrote something with cinnabar, before Su Xiying finished reading, the door rang.

Su Xiying hurriedly picked it up, rolled it up randomly, and put it on top of the stack of scrolls.

"Sunset?"

Listening to Shen Mushi calling him, Su Xiying slipped her hand and let go of the scrolls, and all the dozen or so scrolls fell to the ground.

Looking at it, these are all memorials demanding that he be stripped alive, with vicious words.

The blood on Su Xiying's face faded away, and she stood there at a loss.

"Xiying, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Mu put down the things in his hand and supported him.

Su Xiying looked at him and shook her head, not knowing what to say.

Shen Mushi glanced at the scrolls all over the floor, then he brought them over and pressed them on the bed to finish.

"Xiying, have you seen those memorials?"

Su Xiying nodded, worrying about his misunderstanding, she hurriedly explained: "I didn't open it on purpose."

"I know."

A few days ago, when Shen Mushi told him to be careful and downplayed the matter, Su Xiying didn't take it to heart, and stayed in the mansion safely as she said, and never stepped out.

Shen Mushi held his shoulder and said, "Xiying, look at me."

Su Xiying raised her head and looked at him.

According to Shen Mushi's temperament, it is impossible to tell him about things that are generally unfavorable to him, and such a difficult matter is only an understatement.

"Twilight, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be smart, it's all my fault, I know I have to follow the settings of this world, or I'm smart, always looking for loopholes in the system to do things... I'm sorry, I... It's all my fault... ..."

Shen Mushi pressed Su Xiying's head on his chest and hugged him.

Shen Mu said: "It's not your fault."

Su Xiying's voice sounded a little hoarse: "You have been dealing with this matter for the past few days, right?"

Shen Mushi: "Yes, Xi Ying, remember, this is not your fault, they are too ignorant, this war has nothing to do with you, and the dead people have nothing to do with you."

Su Xiying didn't speak, shedding tears soaked the clothes on Shen Mushi's chest.

Shen Mushi raised his hand to stroke his hair, comforting him, and continued: "King Si has already entrusted me with full power to handle this matter, but he didn't intend to ask you to really suffer the punishment, all that is left to do now is Keep the officials' mouths shut, I've released some news, and it will be fine soon."

"Ah."

Shen Mushi helped him up, wiped away his tears, scratched his nose and said: "I am the god in their hearts, the person I kissed will not die, let alone kissed, there is nothing between us Pass."

The nose scratched by him was a little itchy, Su Xiying looked up at him.

Shen Mu said again: "Besides, they killed you and made me a widow? It is impossible for King Si to agree, and it is impossible for the people to agree."

"Why don't the people agree?" Su Xiying asked.

Shen Mu smiled at him: "Think about it, if there is no you, who will give birth to my children, and who will be their next priest without children."

"You are not serious."

Shen Mushi pinched his face and said: "Don't worry, you'll be safe with me here, they won't touch you, I don't want to be a widow for thousands of years."

If it were in the past, Su Xiying's instinctive fear of the skinning method of death was out of instinct, and she would have thought about suicide when she was in a bad mood, but now when she meets Shen Mu, she hasn't stayed enough for half a year.

When Shen Mushi saw it was good, he put it away, took a sweet sesame ball and put it in his mouth.

"Come on, open your mouth and taste whether it's sweet or not."

"sweet."

Chu Que came to say goodbye and opened the door to come in.

Picking up the memorials all over the floor and putting them in order, he laughed and said: "You two are really getting better at playing, and you dare to throw King Si's memorials on the ground, old Shen, I have caught you. "

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"Then you go and tell." Shen Mu said.

Chu Que: "Uh, old Shen, I'm here to say goodbye."

Shen Mu Shi waved at him: "Go, we will keep in touch when we have time."

"Finally, I heard you say something human."

But Chu said that and left.

After he left, at Han Shi and Song Yan's house, Shen Mu looked up at them and asked, "Are you leaving too?"

Han Shi hesitated, and said, "We didn't want to leave, but we were entrusted by our savior and had to go."

Song Yan also echoed, saying: "Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Su, Priest Shen."

"Who is your benefactor?" Shen Mu asked.

"Shen Wanyu."

Su Xiying was stunned for a moment: "How do you know him?"

Song Yan said: "What's wrong? When I was skinned, it was he who taught us how to save me."

Su Xiying looked at Shen Mushi.

When they went out the door and stood on Shen Wanyu's side, it was equivalent to standing on the opposite side.

Shen Mushi didn't say anything, just nodded.

After Han Shi and Song Yan went out, Su Xiying went to close the door.

Su Xiying said: "They must have helped Shen Wanyu plan how to rescue Shen Wanfu."

"Go as you please, you can't stay if you force it."

Shen Mushi arranged the scrolls, tidied them up, turned around, and continued: "Do you think so?"

Su Xiying knew that this was true. It would be fine if Han Shi and Song Yan were other people, but they were his teammates who were born and died.

Shen Mushi didn't wait for his answer, so he didn't ask any more questions, but said: "Tomorrow is the sacrifice, are you going?"

"go."

"You answered so simply, aren't you afraid?"

Su Xiying said: "I was never afraid."

What Su Xiying was worried about was that there was a change in the sacrificial ceremony. Standing by Shen Mushi's side could always protect one or two, and no matter how bad it was, she could block a sword.

Shen Mu said: "But this time it's you who will do it."

After hearing this, Su Xiying felt that the sweet sesame ball in her hand was no longer fragrant, and asked uncertainly, "Shall we peel it?"

"Yes."

Su Xiying hesitated and said, "Can I not peel it off?"

"What do you think? When you go out, those people are watching you."

"alright."

Su Xiying knew what he meant. He was already on the cusp of the storm. If the priest made mistakes again, it would be even more difficult.

Su Xiying nodded: "Let me try, why don't you teach me how to peel it now?"

Shen Mushi walked to the couch and sat down, took out a brush, and scratched a few strokes on the paper seemingly unintentionally.

Su Xiying went over and saw that he only drew a few rough strokes, but she could tell that it was a human face.

"This is?"

Shen Mu said: "This is the person I arranged for you. The skin has already been peeled. If you have to peel it at that time, just push the arm of the corpse with the back of the knife."

"Is it still possible?"

Su Xiying's eyes widened slightly as she watched Shen Mu write.

When I was in the dark, I added a few strokes of the clothes on the portrait, put it aside, and mentioned two sentences on the rice paper below:

May I be like a star, like a moon, night and night.

After he finished writing, Su Xiying took it over to read, and after reading, picked up the unfinished book and pressed it down.

into the night.

Su Xiying tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. She thought she slept a lot during the day and didn't feel sleepy at night. She was reading a bamboo slip beside him at dusk.

Su Xiying reached out and picked up the bamboo slips, put them in front of her eyes, glanced at them, and then stuffed them back. Well, Su Xiying admitted that she couldn't understand the difficult words.

Shen Mushi put down the bamboo slips and held his hand.

Su Xiying thought he was going to do something else, and said anxiously, "Don't, I'm going to participate in the sacrifice tomorrow."

"Pfft." Shen Mushi flicked his head and said, "Your head is thinking about something every day, so I'll just make out with you, can't you?"

"Then you didn't tell me sooner."

Su Xiying reached out and grabbed a strand of his hair, fiddled with it in her palm, and said after a while, "Why do you look so good-looking."

"I said I'm over 5000 years old, do you believe me?"

"Uh." Su Xiying looked at him with some surprise in her eyes: "Really?"

"Really, do you dislike me for being old?" Shen Mushi leaned over, put both hands on his pillow, and said.

"No disgust, but how did you manage to live forever?"

Shen Mushi said: "Don't drink that Meng Po soup."

"Is there really Granny Meng?"

Su Xiying pulled him to lie down, turned around and lay on his side to look at him, and continued: "You really didn't drink? Then don't you feel tired remembering all those things?"

After drinking a bowl of Mengpo soup, he forgot all the pain and helplessness in his lifetime, washed away the talismans of the world, walked across the Naihe bridge cleanly, and reincarnated without any scruples.

Shen Mushi pulled the quilt up and said: "There's nothing to be tired about." He smiled and said again: "There are more important people waiting for me, I'm afraid of being tired, what to do."

Su Xiying knew that the "more important person" he was referring to was herself, and she felt a little sweet in her heart, but said stubbornly: "I will be seductive every day, sleep and sleep."

He said, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Shen Mushi didn't expose him, and said with a smile: "Ok, go to sleep."

Every time there is a sacrifice, the sky is terribly overcast, as if specially designed to accentuate this desolate atmosphere, it looks so depressing that one can hardly breathe.

On the stage, the sacrificer was tied to a pillar, had been injected with an unknown liquid, howled endlessly, felt the taste of flesh and blood, but passed out after only a moment.

In fact, according to the rules, it should be like Su Xiying did when she first came, injecting it when she peeled the skin. This time, she deliberately released water when she was in the dark, so as not to make them suffer more torture before they died.

The stage gradually filled with people, and the princes and nobles naturally sat in front of the crowd. Seeing this, the expressions on their faces were all indifferent, as if the dead on the stage were livestock.

When the family members of someone sacrificed saw their child die on the stage, their emotions, which were already on the verge of collapse, poured out like a flood, crying and wanting to pounce on them.

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