The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

Stolen time is limited. Today, 70 years later, cracks have appeared in the barrier in the white tiger map, and it may not last long.

The high priest calculated that the vitality they left behind was about to return, so he decided to gather the strength of the whole clan and send the young Patriarch to become a god.

The power of the whole clan refers to sacrificing the whole clan.

They should have died 70 years ago.

The clansmen who slept in the swamp at the beginning were always in a state of ignorance in the white tiger map, so naturally they would not have any objection to the sacrifice, and the others had already made preparations for the sacrifice.

So this sacrifice was unanimously agreed by their whole clan.

——Except for Yao Wenjing herself.

Xia Yu looked at Zhu Junyang, but couldn't find any expression on her face, so she could only ask her: "Boss, did you also choose to agree?"

Zhu Junyang stared at the sky, and said leisurely: "If it were me now, I would definitely agree directly."

No more struggling, no more crying and refusing, and honestly walked into the ancestral hall, watching relatives and friends being burned one by one, screaming in pain.

Xia Yu covered her heart with her right hand.

In just 70 years, Zhu Junyang has become what he is now, and he continues to live with the hope of the whole family.

Long live a hundred years, lonely.

Zhu Junyang looked indifferent, and teased her with a smile: "What? Do you love me?"

Of course Xia Yu admitted: "Don't feel bad, I want to hold you in my arms and give you a good kiss."

Zhu Junyang's brows and eyes widened, and he smiled very softly: "Then kiss."

Xia Yu lowered her head, blushing: "Be careful, there are so many people here~"

Zhu Junyang: "..." Didn't you say you wanted to kiss me?

……

No matter what, Xia Yu was unwilling to hide it from Yao Wenjing.

With the lessons learned from the big boss, she didn't want Yao Wenjing to be forced to bear the burden of the rise and fall of an ethnic group, and she didn't want her to know that her relatives died for her in the end.

Zhu Junyang only said that he supported her idea.

The two chatted for half an hour before Xia Yu returned to the yard.

Yao Wenjing was snoring lying on the wooden table, with a transparent snot bubble on the tip of her nose.

Xia Yu lightly poked her body twice, couldn't hold back and slapped her again, waking her up.

Yao Wenjing sneezed and asked her, "What's wrong? Can you put me back together?"

Xia Yu moved a wooden bench and sat in front of her, and said to her seriously: "Yao Wenjing, I have something very important to tell you now."

Yao Wenjing raised her head: "What's the matter?"

Xia Yu: "Congratulations, you are going to become a god!"

Yao Wenjing: "? I think you're going crazy."

Xia Yu: "..."

She struggled to tell her her identity and the news that she was about to become the White Tiger God. Yao Wenjing's Cerebellar Axe's face was completely out of bounds.

Xia Yu: "Did you understand what I said?"

Yao Wenjing stood up: "I feel like you're playing with me here. I'm just a lonely ghost. Why do I have anything to do with the descendants of the White Tiger God?"

"Didn't I tell you that in order to protect you, they killed you first, and then modified your memory..."

Yao Wenjing interrupted her: "Isn't that—everyone is born mortal, I might as well just kill you so you won't have to suffer."

Xia Yu: "..." Why is the summary still in place?

Yao Wenjing suddenly became serious: "Xia Yu, if you want to get something, you have to pay the same thing. So many people can become gods, why did they choose me?"

Xia Yu pursed her dry lips, and finally told the truth: "Because you are the most likely to become a new god, what you have to pay is the lives of all of them."

Yao Wenjing was stunned.

Xia Yu quietly waited for her to react.

Wen Yan cocked his legs, as if the old god was there.

Zhu Junyang looked at Xia Yu, his eyes were dark and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The clouds in the sky are moving fast, and shadows and sunlight are constantly projected into the small courtyard alternately.

Yao Wenjing suddenly said without thinking: "It won't be dark here."

Xia Yu: "Huh?"

"I came in about 30 hours earlier than you, and there has never been a dark day here."

Yao Wenjing moved her brain and body: "It's not a good thing to win the lottery. I want to talk to the high priest."

Zhu Junyang pointed out the direction to her: "If she asks, you can tell you in classical Chinese."

Yao Wenjing responded, jumped off the table and ran out.

Suddenly blamed classical Chinese: "?? What does it have to do with me?"

Xia Yu smiled at him: "Who made you the highest status, who will come if you don't take the blame?"

Classical Chinese: "??" Is he really the highest status?Why is he a little skeptical?

……

I don't know what Yao Wenjing talked with the high priest. Not long after, she came back as if nothing had happened, and the high priest didn't come to blame them for talking too much.

Xia Yu couldn't hold back, and quietly asked her: "What is your choice?"

Yao Wenjing showed a relaxed expression: "I'm not stupid, who doesn't want the opportunity to become a god when it comes to you."

Xia Yu looked at her and stopped asking.

In fact, she could tell that Yao Wenjing didn't want this opportunity.

But she probably had no choice.

Zhu Junyang took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It had been almost a day since they entered the white tiger picture, and the time displayed on the mobile phone had passed less than half an hour.

The flow of time here is different from that outside, one hour is 1 minute outside, and there will never be night here.

More than 70 years, I don't know how many years have passed in the white tiger map.The Yao family has always lived in the sun and has never seen the night again.

Xia Yu yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

Zhu Junyang asked her to lie on his lap and squint for a while, Xia Yu didn't show any politeness to her, and just fell down, sniffing the faint scent of Zhu Junyang's body, and closed his eyes.

This time she slept very unsteadily, and dreamed of a scene from a long time ago.

History keeps repeating itself, just like the Yao family selected Yao Wenjing as the lucky one 70 years ago; it's also like Zhu Junyang was locked in the ancestral hall 50 years ago and couldn't leave; Heavy snow that covers the entire place of residence.

She dreamed of the hand of the old Patriarch gently caressing her head, and also dreamed of the cold heart of God.

Her mind was in turmoil. For a while, there was an old voice saying "run away, the farther the better"; ...

When she was finally woken up, she only felt that her head was extremely heavy, and this sleep would be worse than not sleeping.

Zhu Junyang touched her face and said softly: "The sacrifice is about to begin."

Xia Yu quickly got up: "Is your leg numb? Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"No." Zhu Junyang said, "Seeing that you didn't sleep well, what did you dream about?"

Xia Yu sighed: "Some things happened a long time ago."

Zhu Junyang closed his eyes, with a thoughtful expression.

Xia Yu looked around, but didn't see Wen Yan and Yao Wenjing, and realized that Zhu Junyang must have procrastinated too much, so she woke her up.

She quickly pulled her to stand up: "Where is the sacrificial place? Let's go there quickly."

Zhu Junyang clasped her hand and led her out of the door quickly.

……

The location of the sacrifice was not specifically chosen, it was just outside the village in the wilderness, where a simple altar was set up.

A huge white tiger was lying in the center of the altar, and its huge body did not collapse the altar. The high priest and Yao Wenjing next to it looked very small in comparison.

When they arrived, the ceremony had already begun. Around the altar, the Yao family wearing animal skins knelt in a circle, and Wen Yan stood outside, listening quietly to the high priest reciting the sacrificial oration.

Seeing them, Wen Yan wrote in the air with his hands: [She is the previous White Tiger God].

It is God, not the soul.

The reason why the White Tiger Picture can store the souls of the Yao family is because the God of the White Tiger sits here; and the White Tiger God relies on the White Tiger Picture to avoid the pursuit of disasters...

Xia Yu looked around the crowd and saw the two guard brothers.They knelt in the crowd, closed their eyes devoutly, and didn't complain about their impending sacrifice.

...haven't apologized to them yet...

She glanced again, but did not break the sacrificial ceremony hastily.

The sacrificial oration gradually came to an end, and finally came to an abrupt end. The high priest knelt down with his scepter and closed his eyes.

The White Tiger God said softly: "My child, the future of the White Tiger lineage depends on you... I have been living in idling for thousands of years before I understand a truth." Its voice sounded very young, gentle and graceful.

It didn't say what reason it understood, and then continued after a pause: "I don't ask you to find out the truth of the disaster, nor do I ask you to live in peace, I just hope that you can preserve the last trace of the Yao family's blood... "

Yao Wenjing nodded casually.

The White Tiger God stood up, his tall figure cast a shadow on the ground.It raised one of its front paws, and the high priest's scepter came out of his hand and flew into the air. The golden gemstone on the scepter emitted a dazzling light.

A gust of air rolled up the withered and yellow weeds, Xia Yu couldn't help but put his arms in front of his face, and squinted his eyes to look into the air.

With a sound of "dang", the scepter that lost the gem fell to the ground and broke into three pieces.Golden gemstones float in the air, extremely gorgeous.

"It's the heart of God." Zhu Junyang said softly.

As soon as the words fell, a large amount of red flames suddenly overflowed from her body.

Wen Yan dragged Xia Yu back two steps, and Zhu Junyang also preconditionally fired away from Xia Yu.

Xia Yu was stunned, and shouted in the wind: "What's going on?! Boss!!"

Zhu Junyang's whole body was wrapped in flames, and he could barely see the figure in the center of the flames.

Xia Yu recalled the end when all the members of Zhu's family were burned to ashes by raging flames. She trembled uncontrollably, struggling to rush to Zhu Junyang's side, and shouted Zhu Junyang's name loudly while struggling: "Zhu Junyang—— ! Boss!"

Wen Yan hurriedly shouted into her ear: "It's okay! Zhu Junyang has the heart of fire of the Suzaku God, and can help Yao Wenjing integrate the heart of God faster, don't get excited!!"