"Then why is there a God-Entering Constitution like me? God allows me to see the past and the future through her power, which proves that I am qualified to make changes," Wen Wan said without giving in, staring at Ye Xiu, "Even if God is resurrected, what can we bring to us? After so many years, God is best at standing by and watching. Change is something we have to fight for ourselves, brother!"
Ye Xiu's tone was still extremely dull, "There is no need for any change here. But because you, God's right eye is broken, the punishment for the entire village will also come. From today on, you will not be allowed to touch the witchcraft again, nor will you look at any other people's past and future."
Wen Wan was slightly angry, turned her head and stopped talking to each other. A broken lens in her palm flashed with a faint light - this was the fragment she hid in her hand when the right eye of God was broken, and then she was transferred to another place by the sudden crack of power. This small piece alone contained powerful energy, and she saw the past of red clothes through this fragment.
"Take her back to the room and forbid her spells." Yexiu ordered someone to send Wenwan away.
Wen Wan calmed down unexpectedly, and suddenly turned back before going out, and practiced: "...Brother, for thousands of years, you have always followed God's orders. Your life, at the beginning, was a slave to God, and now as a burial of God, why don't you be yourself for a moment? Even if you want to break the laws created by God at that moment?"
"Actually, it's you, you have been breaking God's precepts. Others don't know, how could I not know that I am your own sister... The ten years that have accompanied God will make you..."
"Shut up!" Ye Xiu suddenly let out a cold voice, like a cannon exploded, and then returned to purity. His eyebrows and eyes disappeared into the complete darkness, without any touch.
After a long time, Wen Wan left silently. He thought he was still living outside. He looked up at the moon habitually. After seeing only a solid darkness, some invisible sadness appeared on his ever-cold face.
A long time ago, a gentle voice said in his ear, "You come and go freely, everything is up to you, because I will always be out of the matter. You must believe that I am the most ruthless."
He watched in vainly until the dimness turned into a little light, and a ray of distant dawn outside the sky was stained with it. This was the first day when the red clothes were buried.
The corpse in red needs to be placed in the temple for three days before it can be buried. After the first ritual ended, Yaxiu kept guarding the temple. The village leader guarded the souls of the people in the village, initially to atone for the sins, but later became a tradition that was inherited by the ghost village. For thousands of years, the ghost village has been trapping humans from outside as sacrifices and sacrificed to the divine power dedicated to the temple. In order to ensure that even after the body of the god died, the domineering divine power would not gradually disappear because of the loss of containers.
The sacrifice music continued, and in the cycle of fatigue, Xiu recalled the prophecy Wen Wan said in front of the temple, "The eyes of the gods move in reverse, lava male and female, the corpse stops to worship the temple, and the moon in the ghost gate is half a month."
If that's right, this scene is "the corpse sacrificial temple". The things in the prophecy are all in line, moving towards an unbiased trajectory, but where is it going? Is it broken for a thousand-year silence to lead to destruction, or a new beginning as a burial object? No one knows, but there has been a result in it.
After all, Ye Xiu felt that he was powerless. At this moment, he could only close his eyes in a calm mind, but he realized that the power field around him seemed to be beginning to become unbalanced. He suddenly opened his eyes.
The wooden coffin in red was parked before the statue, but at this moment it was covered with a faint purple light. The source of the light was the statue on the high platform. The gilded face of the statue had long been blurred, and a pair of empty eyes looked at the desolate darkness outside the ancestral hall. Only Ye Xiu knew that the real temple inside the statue was, and there was a place where divine power was placed... and it seemed... the power of the god had a sense of emotion with the red clothes.
Ye Xiu lifted his true energy and walked slowly over, leaned over to look at the coffin. In the simple wooden coffin, a mask with complex concave patterns came into his eyes.
He stared for a long time before he realized something was wrong, because he had used the red-robed mask as accustomed to the end of her life with the breath and pulse of the red-robed breath. However, the mask on her face was condensed from the power of thought. If the person dies, the power of thought will disappear, and the mask will disappear naturally. However, the mask has always been there and has never disappeared.
Is that red dress...
When she was correcting her suspicion, the two dark holes in her mask suddenly opened at this moment, revealing a thrilling light.
His heels were calm and calm, and moved back half an inch back, stood still, and the next moment, he saw the woman in the coffin sitting up.
The hand-climbing knife also made the wind sharply, and it slashed over without hesitation. The woman's clear and soft voice sounded at the same moment: "Don't do it!"
An inch beside her neck, his hand stopped.
"I'm not dead." Jing Che's tone was still weak. Because a rush shout took away most of his strength, he was forced to follow his breath and then turned over from the coffin.
"You've been pretending to be dead all the time?"
Jing Che's steps were floating on the ground, and his body staggered forward and couldn't stand steadily. He simply sat down against the outer wall of the coffin.
"It's just that I haven't died," Jing Che glanced at Ye Xiu with weak energy, "but my body was stiff and I couldn't move. Instead, I came here and my consciousness seemed to have returned to my position. Maybe it was a reflection of my light. Anyway, even if I wake up, I'm still a dying person."
Her eyes fell suspiciously on the statue of the god, and the almost transparent power was still gentle and continuous.
"Since you are still alive, don't stay in the temple for a long time." Ye Xiu just frowned slightly when he spoke, without any curiosity or surprise.
"Anyway, I'm about to die, now I'm just coming out for some breathing. I'll lie back later," Hongyi shook her head, her messy long hair covered most of her expression. She curled her eyebrows and gently slid the dirt in her nails.
"This is a sacrifice to the temple. There are gods on it, so you cannot be ruthless." Ye Xiu once again stated that he was obviously going to issue an order to expel guests.
Jing Che was sitting on the ground as if he was rogue. She raised her eyes and met the calm and restrained pupils. In fact, her expression was filled with feelings that she didn't know, and she longed to be understood and indulged. Then she quickly closed her eyes and lowered her voice, "Okay, actually, I can always open my eyes, but I don't want to see him, and now I don't want to go out to face him."
Yexiu was tightly browsed and wanted to open his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Jingche. She raised her head, half of the mask was pale and dry lips, and a bright and innocent smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I know that your sister looked at my past, and God allowed her to explore people like this?"