technical type

Even the flaming torches can only be bright under the eaves, and the place where the rain can't get wet can be bright. The continuous rain looks as fine as silk, and the softness that falls on the face seems to have a gentle meaning, but everyone knows, In such weather, it is difficult to start a fire in the open air, even with dry firewood.

"This is the dry wood specially prepared by the Witch, please take a look at it."

The altar was ready, and the dry firewood piled in the pit was soon wet by the rain, and the cloth that was lifted was already soaked. Obviously, they had been waiting for a while.

"Where's the witch?"

I didn't care about the title "Master Witch" in their words. This kind of non-compliant title is a legacy of the previous king.

Looking around, there were no people watching the ceremony, and the lonely altar was in front of him. Ji Mo had the illusion that as long as he went up, he would become a target for arrows.

"My lord, please rest for a while, the lord witch will be here soon."

The other party said, as if he was afraid that he would blame him, he walked away quickly with a damp cloth.

Anger appeared on Mu's face, even the king dared not let Wu Zhu wait, this witch is too arrogant.

However, Ji Mo didn't pay much attention to this kind of low-faced stalking. He was the one who threatened the other party with a single sentence. Now that the other party has a chance to retaliate, it seems to be in line with the psychology of women who love revenge.

"Wait."

After he said a word, he stood in front of the altar, neither going up nor leaving, the hand in the sleeve rubbing the mechanism on the forearm from time to time, he made it himself, he had to wait for a good opportunity.

Without the cloth covering the firewood, the last layer of barrier was gone, and the rain poured repeatedly on the firewood without hindrance. Soon, there was some water below, and the last layer of firewood among the stacked firewood Dryness has also become wet.

Here comes the witch.

Along with the king's frame, here comes the witch.

Even if you have never seen it before, you can recognize it at a glance. The feather crown that is higher than the crown has the same bright color, and it is even more gorgeous. It is such a weather, especially not messy.

The naturally loose long hair is slightly curly, it seems to be affected by the weather, there are some signs of humidity, a pair of black eyes are bright, but the skin is not white, but slightly brown, one can tell that it is not the kind of pampered of origin.

Sunshine, exposure to the sun, this kind of human growth is necessary, but because it will bring about changes in skin color, it is regarded by the upper class as a sharp tool to distinguish people's origins. Compared with the clothes added later, this kind of skin color is also the most telling. , Those who are always exposed to the sun must be engaged in some humble and lowly jobs. This is like another kind of branding, which makes people understand the other party's level at a glance.

Compared with the whiteness of the excited little king next to him, standing beside him, the witch who was parallel to him seemed too "dark".

Maybe she has also tried to make her skin whiter, but in this era, there is no medicine, so who knows how to make her skin whiter?

Apart from not basking in the sun, there seems to be no good way.

It was tightly wrapped up to her neck, almost covering every inch of her skin. Looking at her overly long sleeves that could cover the back of her hands, Ji Mo seemed to understand something, a certain sense of inferiority, which was always difficult to hide.

The corners of the lips that were pursed into a straight line relaxed a little, but there was no easy smile, background was never a reason to laugh at a person, Ji Mo was not that despicable, he just thought that a person who can struggle out of adversity, It was supposed to belong to the strong, but... the mood was very complicated, and the color of his eyes could not help but reflect it.

"The king is here, what is Wu Zhu waiting for?"

The witch's voice is clear, and she has a good voice.

Ji Mo no longer looked at her gorgeous clothes, and saw them standing in that almost fixed position to watch the ceremony, nodded slightly, did not speak, and went directly to the altar, waving his arms, and followed him to the altar. , pulled off the bamboo tube hanging from his waist, and threw it directly into the fire. The bamboo tube fell apart naturally, and the black liquid inside slowly flowed out.

The firewood was soon soaked by such a liquid, and the witches who came to the stage immediately after them threw the stones they carried on their bodies one after another, a kind of black stone, and threw them into the fire after a gesture of shaking their hands.

It seems that the sacrifice has already started, the dance has already started, and everything just now is the beginning of a dance movement, like a signal.

There is no need to find a torch for the fire, the phosphorous powder is sprinkled, and a piece of charcoal hidden in the hand stove is thrown out and falls on the woodpile. With a "boom", the fire burns in an instant.

The fire that burned suddenly was not afraid of wind and rain. It seemed that because the black smoke was suppressed by the rain, the light of the fire was even brighter.

There was a commotion in the audience, which they could not have imagined, and everyone thought it would be impossible to burn, but...

There was more excitement in the king's eyes. He was still a child, and he had never seen such a scene. It was an impossible miracle to light a fire in the rain.

After the flames, the figure of the chief priest also fell into his eyes, like the representative of this boundless world, it was particularly prominent.

The witch's expression panicked for a moment, no, it's impossible, the witch wishes are all lies!

She is just a witch from a small country, and she has asked Wu Zhu for help before, but she couldn't even see the other party's face, and the other party's door was never opened for her. To be able to survive, her family, their king, their Wu Zhu...everything is dead... the dead Wu Zhu, who bleeds bright red blood, is an ordinary person, so ordinary that the former king didn't even mean to take a look, At that time, something was broken.

But, but now... the fire seems to bring her back to her childhood, and she was fortunate to be a slave, mixed in the crowd, watching witches and sacrifices, and the devilish dance made it difficult for people to understand the meaning, but the adults took it very seriously. Even she felt a little different looking at it, that feeling of looking up and revering...

The witches are dancing, and the waving arms bring several shadows to the four directions. They change their postures and directions, and dance around the fire. Big Zhu and Xiaozhu stand motionless in their positions. This is not their home field. , this is not even a sacrifice.

As the officiant, Ji Mo held the bone staff and did not move. He looked at the witches through the fire, and measured the distance in his heart. When the witches on the altar bent down and completed the last movement of the dance, he lifted Raising his arm, the bone staff pointed at the witch.

"God damn it."

Following this sentence, the thin arrow was activated by the mechanism and flew past at lightning speed, aiming at the person the arm was pointing at—the witch.

Immersed in her own thoughts, the witch is gradually calming down with the end of the dance. Before she can fully recover, she feels a pain in her chest. What is it... She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her chest. However, apart from the blood , didn't touch anything, but she knew that something was already inside.

"you--"

"Serving ghosts and gods while greedy for power and lust, the crime of witches, the heaven and the earth have a common analysis."

Thin bamboo arrows also have lethality that cannot be ignored, especially when the medical environment is backward. Maybe they can be poisoned, but there is no need.

Ji Mo looked at the witch's appearance, the other party no longer needed him to shoot the second arrow, retracted his arm, and the top of the bone staff in his hand was no longer facing the witch, the king who was standing next to the witch just now was frightened stupid He didn't even cry, and the waiter who came to his senses quickly dragged the king away from the fallen witch.

This sacrifice was silent, except for the sound of rain, the sound of bells on the witches, and the sound of everyone's breathing. The last words of the witch were not uttered, and no one would listen to her.

Lying on the icy ground, watching the rain falling from the sky, every drop of rain was as big and heavy as a stone, hitting her so hard that she could no longer open her eyes. It is half undisturbed.

The ministers who watched the ceremony together couldn't help shaking. They felt chills all over their bodies. Whether it was the rain falling on their bodies or the cold wind blowing to the bone joints, many people didn't dare to look up at Ji Mo for a moment. , God’s wrath accompanies you, this is too...

It's not that they have never seen a bow and arrow, but they have never seen a sleeve arrow, nor have they thought about what kind of bow and arrow can be hidden in the sleeve and successfully fired.

People who have never seen the mechanism would not think of its ingenuity, so they would naturally miss the opportunity and be confused by the current atmosphere. Maybe there are some among them who don't believe in the theory of "God's Wrath", but they can invite this kind of "God's punishment" was originally an ability.

The ministers who had already stepped back a bit, distanced themselves from the witch and Ji Mo wisely chose to shut up, just like they chose to shut up when the witch made things difficult for Wu Zhu.

This is not a dispute they can participate in.

Ji Mo's bone staff was raised horizontally again, pointing at the palace: "The witch was bewitched by the evil god, and now she has died under the punishment of heaven..."

The sudden silence was like a cold scene. It has been like this since the moment the witch fell down. Ji Mo looked at the group of ministers who were not prepared to confront him at all. The little king, who felt a little uncomfortable, suddenly understood something.

There are some things that should not be merciful.

"The death of the king, please investigate thoroughly. If the poison comes out of the palace, there must be people bewitched by evil gods. Everyone, please get rid of the evil."

The deep voice is not bright enough, but no one will miss it. Everyone is confused by the situation. The fire is set against the witch's blessing. A black shadow that is many times taller crosses the altar and falls below. Many people, They were all trembling in the darkness.

The power of heaven and earth, the power of ghosts and gods.

The sacrificial activities that had been weakened, and could even be viewed by some ministers as leisure and entertainment, once again had some inexplicable power, which made people feel awe-inspiring, and they couldn't say "no".

The blood flowing out of the witch's body was quickly washed away by the rain, forming a patch on the ground. The people kneeling on the ground got up and moved quickly. According to Wu Zhu's words, they began to clean the palace and cleanse the king.

When the sky dawned, the rain stopped, and under the rising sun, the little king who was still a child was found out to be not the flesh and blood of the previous king, and was directly executed, along with the concubine who gave birth to him, and several people in the palace Those who were close to the witch, including the slaves, all died, and their blood flowed on the ground, mixed with the rain on the ground, forming a pool of blood.

Ji Mo stood on the altar and watched quietly. Amidst the wailing and begging for mercy, he saw the new king, the brother of the previous king, a lame brother.

"I have seen the king."

"I've seen adults."