Everyone except me knows that I'm a broken sleeve

After the shooting game, in addition to selecting young talents with excellent abilities, an extremely grand sacrificial ceremony will also be held.

The sacrificial sacrifices were made to respect the gods in the desert and the girl on the snow mountain at the source of the dark river.Generations of people in Mobei City have relied on them for their lives, and have absolute faith and respect for them.Therefore, all people in Mobei City attach great importance to this sacrificial ceremony, and the worshiper of the ceremony must also be a highly respected and lonely city lord.

The sacrificial altar was set up in the north of Mobei City, where the terrain was steep and high. Looking down from the altar, one could have a rough overview of the entire Mobei City.

The road is sprinkled with white circular hollowed-out paper, and on both sides of the road there are wooden sticks that are one foot taller than a person. Cloth, long white gauze hangs from the high top, gently swinging with the wind.

There are also jingling white jade stones in the middle, and the jade jingles in the cloth and white gauze, making an extremely crisp and melodious sound, like spring water hitting gravel covered with hoarfrost in winter, which makes people listen to it And the mind is clear and peaceful.

Both sides of the road are bustling with people, some looking excited, some solemn and serious, some bowing their heads to pray for blessings, everyone from yellow hair to octogenarians.Regardless of whether it was the local residents of Mobei City or the former merchant travelers from the city, they all stood or stood with their necks raised, waiting for the arrival of the sacrificial procession.

But in the midst of everyone's expectation, there were some people who looked at each other calmly, and then quietly covered their mouths and noses with cloth towels soaked in water, their eyes full of chilling intent.

Jiang Yao stood on the side of the high platform with his sleeves gathered, with a decent smile on his face, his eyes almost narrowed.He took over the overall situation, and naturally saw the strange behavior of some people below and the murderous intent in their eyes, but he obviously ignored it on purpose.

He stood on the high platform, and the bleak wind swept from behind him, and almost enveloped the entire Mobei City.Seeing that the time came, Jiang Yao's hand in the sleeve robe moved slightly, some kind of white powder quietly spilled out along the gap between the sleeve robes, and then fell down in the direction of the wind. Between everyone's nose and mouth.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Only three dull and heavy drums sounded from the city. In the bleak cold wind, with an extremely serious and ancient meaning, they knocked into people's minds and hearts one after another, making people's spirits tremble. shock.

Everyone stretched their necks to look around, but saw two long figures, one black and one white, walking slowly from the end of the road.

The white figure walking, wearing an extremely complex and gorgeous white clothes, covered with blue jade and beautiful bells, wearing jingling rings as he walks, echoing with the impact of jade on both sides of the road, forming a There was a subtle sound.

The white man wears a pure white mask, but the pattern on the mask depicts an extremely sad face, with blue teardrops sliding down from the corners of the eyes, making the viewers feel sad in their hearts, and they also flow down. Tears come.

It is rumored that the girl on the snow mountain lost her husband, so she sat on the highest mountain and cried every day.The tears she shed gathered into rivers and rivers, feeding the people and animals in the entire desert. People respected and loved her.

White represents girls, and black represents the gods in the desert.

People in Mobei City love wolves very much, and think that wolves are sincere and united animals. Even in the desert with extremely harsh environment, they can easily hunt and kill the animals they want to kill with teamwork, and then live. Down, so their imagination of the gods subconsciously leans towards the wolf element.

The black figure was wearing a plain dark robe, except for a string of amber jade hanging around his waist, like the sun shrouded in darkness, shining brightly in the silent wind.Different from the complicated white clothes, the black robes look extraordinarily simple against each other.He also wore a black mask on his face, but the pattern on it turned into a smile, and the dark golden gilding made him look extraordinarily sacred and serious.

Both of them held a basket made of twigs, which was filled with black round pieces of paper, on which were drawn one after another full of sacrificial runes by gold powder.Wherever they went, the black pieces of paper were blown by the wind, like black butterflies dancing in the wind, gradually covering the snow-like land.

Headed by these two people, a long and lively team gradually extended behind them.They all wore black and white sacrificial robes, bent their bows and shot arrows, beat gongs and drums, or bowed their heads to sew clothes. Every move they made was the daily life and customs of Mobei city residents, giving people a very friendly and familiar feeling.

When the team reached the bottom of the high platform, the two leaders put down the wooden baskets in their hands, and the people behind them also stopped their footsteps, stopped their movements in unison, raised their heads and fixedly stared at the grand and solemn sacrificial altar above the high platform .

The bustling crowd also followed them to quiet down, raising their eyes to the high platform in the silent wind and the sound of jingling jade stones, their eyes full of faith and childlike eyes.

The black god stretched out his hand in this silence. His white and slender fingertips did not match the black robe, but they formed a subtle harmony.The white girl looked at the fingertips of the god, paused almost inaudibly, and put her hand on it.

The fingertips of the gods were unexpectedly warm and comfortable, maintaining a very comfortable temperature even in the howling cold wind.His movements were polite and gentle, he gently wrapped the girl's hand in his own, as if afraid that the other party would be blown down by the wind, he slowly wrapped it tightly.

The girl smoked quietly, but didn't smoke.move.

The god smiled lightly, and the person holding his hand walked up to the high platform.

The wind lifted the white gauze on both sides, the crisp jade mixed in it, and the white and black round pieces of paper on the ground.As if a heavy snow had fallen, amidst the sound of clinking jade stones, and under the gazes of all believers, two people, one black and one white, walked towards the high platform step by step, towards the sky with God.

All kinds of food and wine were placed on the sacrificial altar, which had been completely chilled after being left in the cold wind for too long.The god led the girl to kneel in front of the stage, picked up the wine glass that had been prepared, and poured it on the ground.

The girl followed his movements meticulously.

The two knelt in front of the stage and whispered a few incantations that others couldn't understand, then let go of each other's hands, and slowly retreated to both sides of the high stage.

The lord of the lonely city slowly came out from behind the sacrificial altar. He looked serious, but looked at the subjects in the audience with extremely gentle eyes.

His voice was not loud, but it was carried away by the wind, and it was clearly heard in everyone's ears: "If the law is applied to the people, then worship it; if you use death and hard work, you will worship it; if you work hard, you will worship it; if you can prevent disasters, you will worship it." Worship it, and worship it if you can defend the great disaster."

"His divine power will keep me safe..."

The sound of the wind, the sound of drums, the collision of jade and stones, and the sound of calm and solemn prayers.In this windy and snowy venue, the visual and auditory effects are extremely shocking.

The girl in white looked at the opposite black god with some doubts, and he couldn't help rubbing his fingertips hidden in the sleeve robe, feeling that it was surprisingly hot there.

The sacrificial process was extremely lengthy and complicated. After the old city lord finished reciting the sacrificial speech, he led the townspeople below to approach the stage, and asked gently, "So, what do you want to say to the two lords? "

The two black and white figures turned their bodies upright, and slightly lowered their heads to look at the people below.

The townspeople were very excited, but looked at them with great respect.

"Bless my family always safe and healthy."

"I hope he can come back and marry me."

"Let the river in Mobei City never dry up."

"May my little wolf cubs grow up healthy."

"The animals in the desert live well."

The wind rustled, white paper fluttered.The believers bowed their heads and expressed their wishes with the most pious voices.At this moment, in this situation, it seems that even the wind is not so cold, because the power of faith is extremely powerful and shocking.

Amidst the solemnity and harmony, a person who was clearly dressed as a person from the Central Plains suddenly raised his hand high, with obvious malice and disdain in his eyes: "Gucheng Master, I also have something to say."

The old city lord folded his robe and said with a smile, "Please."

The voice of the Central Plains man was loud and clear: "The case of the Xiao family extermination in mid-July, and the massacre of various family snobbery cases in the following months, do they have anything to do with you, the lonely city owner?!"

The original smiling face of the lonely city lord suddenly condensed.

The originally harmonious atmosphere on and off the high platform suddenly froze. Seeing the atmosphere condense down, some Mobei city residents who could not understand Chinese were stunned for a while, looking around dully with confused eyes.

The lord of the lonely city said coldly: "The snobbery in the Central Plains has been slaughtered, what has it to do with my Mobei City?"

"Hey—wait, wait." The people from the Central Plains obviously didn't want to target the entire Mobei City, "I didn't say it was related to Mobei City, how could such a beautiful city do such a heartless thing?"

He looked at the city master maliciously: "I just want to ask, Gu City master, you slaughtered so many people for a single Phoenix Ling, won't you have nightmares when you sleep in the middle of the night?"

As soon as the words "Fenghuangling" came out, the people below faintly stirred up.

Many people in Jianghu rushed here to inquire about the news precisely because they heard the news that Fenghuang Ling had appeared in Mobei City.At this time, seeing someone so determinedly pointing the finger at the lonely city master, my heart was shocked, and they all looked up at the high platform.

Before the lonely city lord could speak, a rough voice sounded from the crowd.

"Fuck you shit! Everyone knows that most of the people in the Jianghu who were slaughtered were killed by a single sword, and the old man is obviously good at using bows and arrows, right?!"