Volume 1: Swan Goose Chapter 409 Blood Sacrifice to Ghosts and Gods Sheng Yinying
——Mysterious Sacrifice——
The moon rises and shines on the earth, startling the jackdaws on the branches and circling in the dark night sky, chirping from time to time and making shrill screams.
Black rosemary blooms in the corners, and winding vines grow wildly on the walls.
At this time, Yu Fengjin looked through the crack in the door and saw a dilapidated, strange, and unheard of scene:
There were hundreds of believers in white clothes in the courtyard, kneeling and worshiping the moon. Everyone wore a hideous black mask on their face, and they were chanting incantations that they could not understand.
Standing in the center was Meng Xiniang, wearing a white gauze skirt as thin as cicada wings, tightly wrapped around her exquisite body, with long black hair hanging behind her, and a blood-colored rose pinned to her temples.
She carefully held the hem of her skirt in one hand and held a long sword with cold light in her other hand, walking slowly around a stone platform covered with residual flowers.
The moonlight shines through the dead branches on her face, making her look as pure as a girl.
Lying on the stone platform was the body of a young man. His skin was pale and clear, bloodless, and his hair was spread out, hanging lifelessly on the ground.
Meng Xiniang picked up a bamboo basket full of flowers, scattered the white flowers in the basket on the man, and sang loudly:
My sweetheart, please don't panic.
When you were bleeding, I was always sad!
The night you die, I will be buried with you!
Lost love, are you the same as me?
Lying in a cold sarcophagus, waiting for the nourishment of love?
Why didn't I meet your eyes at my funeral?
Her resentful voice repeatedly sang this strange and sad song.
The believers below also sang passionately in unison, with hot tears shed under their ferocious masks.
But the believers around her sang passionately with her, and they even shed emotional and hot tears under their ferocious masks...
Weird songs echoed in the air. Meng Xiniang sang and cried at the same time; she cried and sang at the same time.
She always surrounded the man on the stone platform, walking slowly and never leaving even half a step away.
This woman was extremely charming at this time. Her crystal tears and exquisite makeup made her look like an extremely chaste prostitute.
Slowly she stopped, took the bloody rose from her temples, broke the flower's neck, and stuffed it into the man's mouth.
Suddenly, she raised the sword in her hand and stabbed the man in the chest.
The man who looked like a dead body on the stone platform suddenly began to shake violently and groaned in pain.
Yu Fengjin outside the door covered her mouth and tried her best to hold back the panic at this moment: This is actually a living person! But he is not tied up, but why can't he move and must be slaughtered?
His mind went blank, his chest felt like a ball of cotton was stuck, and breathing became very difficult. His whole body was covered in cold sweat, and his soles and scalp were numb. He wanted to escape but could not take a single step.
Meng Xiniang was still singing in a low voice, and the little flower with a broken neck was lying next to her feet. The blood on the sword dyed her white clothes red.
But she cried and stabbed the sword into the man's chest again and again.
The man on the stone platform was shaking even harder, his moans were filled with fear and despair, but he couldn't move.
He watched helplessly as the blood spurted out of his body, dyeing the white flowers into a bloody red...
The cold moon is like frost, and the smell of blood inspires people's thirst for blood. The cold stone platform exudes the fragrance of decay.
The believers swarmed around the stone platform as if possessed.
He picked up the blood that spattered wantonly, smeared it on his body crazily, and laughed with satisfaction and joy from his mouth.
Meng Xiniang stepped up to the stone platform, lay on the man's body, and kissed his cold lips deeply. The white gauze skirt on her body was dripping with blood, but there was endless sadness on her face.
Yu Fengjin supported the wall and kept vomiting. He couldn't bear it anymore.
He stopped and immediately turned around and walked back, for fear that if he took one more look, he would go crazy.
Moreover, he was very worried that he would become the next sacrifice like the man on the stone altar!
He will never allow himself to die here in such a way!
Lu Ning and Mu Qianqian will never be allowed to encounter such a horrific scene.
He must escape - this is his only belief at this moment! It is stronger than a few days ago!
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Yu Fengjin returned to the room and lay limply on the bed, feeling as if she was sleeping in a tomb, quietly listening to the desolation of the dead night.
Suddenly, the door of the room was slowly pushed open, and Meng Xiniang stepped into the moonlight and walked into the room proudly like a queen.
She stood in front of the window, peeling off her blood-stained dress bit by bit, and scurried into the quilt like a loach, clinging to Yu Fengjin's trembling body.
Meng Xiniang seemed to have just emerged from the grave, even her breathing was full of decay: "You haven't slept yet, but are you waiting for me?"
"The smell of you makes me feel sick!" Yu Fengjin moved away with a look of disgust on her face and her tone was harsh.
Meng Xiniang was startled, smelled her body, and suddenly smiled faintly: "It turns out you saw it secretly!"
Yu Fengjin pursed her lips tightly and didn't bother to say a word. He was extremely disgusted with this woman now!
"Do you know? Only the fragrance of blood can greatly increase my supernatural power, otherwise I would not have the ability to save the common people!" Meng Xiniang hugged him from behind, and her breath was mixed with a fishy smell.
"You will kill me right after the sacrifice ceremony, right?" Yu Fengjin's eyes were very uneasy, but her voice and breath remained calm as usual.
He didn't want Meng Xiniang to discover his worries, which would be very detrimental to him.
Meng Xiniang used a finger to draw a circle on the back of his heart, laughing like the wound on the man's chest on the altar.
"I like you so much, why am I willing to kill you? That man deserves to die because he betrayed me!"
"I will never fall in love with the devil!" Yu Fengjin gritted her teeth, with a hint of stubbornness in her voice.
Meng Xiniang hung one of her legs on him and said with a charming smile: "After the sacrificial ceremony, you will feel that I am not a devil, but a fairy! Then, you will fall madly in love with me!"
Yu Fengjin leaned towards her slightly and said coldly, "In that case, why would the man on the stone altar betray you? Shouldn't he love you more!"
Meng Xiniang's smile froze on her face, and her voice became cold: "You will anger me if you say this! Aren't you afraid that I will attack your two sisters?".
Yu Fengjin turned around again and said in a deep voice: "No matter what I do, the three of us will die."
There was a rare hint of giving up in his tone.
Yes, he is in dire straits now.
"I can let them die more comfortably, or... I can torture them before they die! Letting them live is more painful than death!" Meng Xiniang said an extremely cruel thing in an understatement and indifferently.
Thinking of the man on the altar, he could only watch his blood dry up and be humiliated before he died. Yu Fengjin believed Meng Xiniang's words deeply.
"Do you know why I won't let you touch the divine water?" Meng Xiniang's charming voice came from behind again.
Yu Fengjin said nothing, only gave her a stubborn back, like a stone lion in front of the door, refusing to have any communication with Meng Xiniang.
Meng Xiniang smiled to herself and said: "That man drank too much divine water, so he became stupid and stupid, without any consciousness of his own. Such a man is so boring. Oh no, it's not too much.
It’s boring, at least... he still knows the pain when I kill him!"
After saying that, Meng Xiniang suddenly laughed. The laughter was sharp and high-pitched, making people's hair stand on end.
Yu Fengjin covered her ears with her hands and closed her eyes again, trying to drive the crazy woman behind her out of her world.
Because this woman has long been left with a shameless and dirty body. Even the devil would feel ashamed standing in front of her.
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A green moon is embedded in the black night sky, and the bright moonlight pours into the world, coating the world with a silver veil.
At this time, the three people in the post house were also in a desperate situation.
The sun was scorching, and everyone was thirsty, let alone taking a bath to cool off. In addition, the entire mission was in a coma, and Lu Ning was missing, Hu Qi's spirit almost collapsed.
He stayed by Toto's bed all day long, moistening his lips from time to time. He hoped that Toto would wake up soon so that he could break into the Chishui Sect with him and rescue Lu Ning.
It was another busy but fruitless day. Hu Qi was leaning on the bed frame, dozing off tiredly.
While he was sleeping soundly, the empty bowl in his hand suddenly fell down, hit Totuo on the forehead, and then fell to the ground.
The sound of an empty bowl breaking woke Hu Qi up.
Seeing the blood oozing from the wound on Totuo's forehead, he secretly screamed something bad and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe it for him.
Suddenly, Toto heard a cry and suddenly opened his eyes.
He glanced at Hu Qi and said hoarsely: "I'm so thirsty, is there any water?"
The sudden conversation shocked Hu Qi, and the handkerchief fell to the ground.
He sat there motionless as if frozen.
It wasn't until Toto repeated his request that he woke up from a dream.
"Toto, are you awake?" He almost jumped up with excitement, and even his voice changed a little.
Seeing that Toto could sit up in the blink of an eye, he immediately handed him the kettle on the table.
Toto didn't have time to speak, but couldn't wait to take the kettle and drink it cleanly with his lips.
When he looked up, he saw Hu Qi looking him up and down, and he frowned: "What's wrong with you? You make me feel so uncomfortable!"
Seeing that Toto couldn't remember anything, Hu Qi guessed that this might be caused by the holy water, so he had to explain: "Brother Toto, you have been in a coma for a day and a night. I was almost scared to death!"
Toto was startled, patted his head, and murmured to himself: "One day and one night? Why didn't I feel anything? I only remember someone asking me to go to the river to drink water. After drinking the water, I returned to the inn... and then