Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty? Sacrifice Zhang Xiaowu (4)
The miko in white shook her head gently, her beautiful and delicate face was still confused, but for some reason the tears couldn't stop flowing. She panicked and rubbed her eyes, but her eyes were just like other people's, they kept shedding tears.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" The witch in white thought in her heart, and she said loudly: "Olutern! Siolutern! Syoukedong crashed?"
"Alas..." Maybe after venting his words, Zhang Xiaowu finally woke up, or maybe he was tired. He sighed longly, feeling that the air was particularly sweet, and his previously trembling body returned to normal. Maybe death is really true.
Not that scary.
He always smiled, facing this girl who was exactly the same as Jiu'er, and said in a gentle tone: "Miss Mohe, you are not Jiu'er, but you are exactly the same as Jiu'er. If I can get out alive, I will definitely snatch you back.
, marry you."
Faced with this strange and familiar man, the witch in white suddenly felt a desire to protect her heart. She didn't know why she felt this way. The Mohe military camp held a human sacrifice ceremony every day. After she sang the ancient Mohe song
, the Witch Queen would order animals to be killed and sacrificed to heaven. In front of her, hundreds of men had been sacrificed to heaven by cutting their bodies into five pieces, and she had never felt any pity, as if they were really just pigs, sheep, cows and horses.
But right now, she wants to protect him, as if a voice is shouting in her ear: "Save him! You have to save him!"
The witch in white asked again: "Brother Xiao Wu, Wa Zeng Wa hum, Potter hum?" This sentence means what Brother Xiao Wu means, but Zhang Xiaowu opposite does not understand the Mohe language.
Zhang Xiaowu looked at the girl in front of him, with a trace of relief in his eyes. Being able to see his beloved before death, even if he looked similar, was considered a blessing from the God of Death.
"Brother Xiao Wu, Brother Xiao Wu, Brother Xiao Wu..." The witch in white kept chanting these words.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaowu's eyes widened suddenly. He looked at the witch in white in shock. He finally discovered that when the girl in front of him said "Brother Xiaowu", from the tone of voice to the movements to the voice, he was exactly the same as Yin Jiuer, that is to say -
She is Yin Jiu'er! She is not a Mohe girl at all, she is his wife Yin Jiu'er.
At first, Jiu'er threw himself into the river in order not to drag himself down. Zhang Xiaowu was devastated, but the Jiu'er in front of him was so lifelike that he could only thank God for letting Jiu'er survive. But he didn't understand why Jiu'er couldn't understand.
Why did she speak Mohe dialect? Why didn't she recognize herself?
Has she lost her memory?
Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help but laugh. This was so ridiculous. He actually encountered a living person with amnesia for the second time.
The first time he encountered amnesia in a living person was when he was in his fourth year of college. A freshman student suddenly died suddenly of cardiac origin after playing basketball. His classmates, doctors and nurses gave him first aid.
Everyone performed cardioresuscitation and compressions 15,000 times in a relay manner, and the young man miraculously survived. However, he discovered that his junior student's memory of the past two months had disappeared, and this incident was even published in the local newspaper.
And in front of me, my wife has also lost her memory?
"Jiu'er! Yin Jiu'er! Are you Jiu'er?" Zhang Xiaowu tried to awaken Jiu'er's memory, but Jiu'er remained indifferent and took two steps back as if afraid.
The Witch Queen was so angry that she came over with several women in black, grabbed the cane, and yelled: "The sacrificial ceremony has begun, what are you doing? Why don't you wake up the gods?"
The witch in white lowered her head and said: "I don't want to kill him. I feel that he knows me and I know him. When I think of him dying, I can't help crying. I don't know why I cry, but I just can't help it.
Damn, I want to cry when I see him. And he will say 'Brother Xiao Wu', mother-in-law, is he related to me, can you not kill him?"
"No!" The Witch Queen flatly refused, "This is a sacrifice, not a play. Since you can't bear it, then let me sing the spiritual divine song."
"No." The witch in white begged, "I don't want you to kill him."
"He must die!" the Witch Queen sternly said, "If he doesn't die, you won't be able to become the next Witch Queen! Mountain Fairy, you have to remember that the Witch Queen dedicates her life to the great gods and can never think about it.
Mortal." Seeing that Jiu'er was still arguing, the Witch Queen ordered her to be taken back, and then she sang a spiritual spiritual song.
The mysterious and distant ballad seemed to have powerful magic power. Everyone listened to the ballad motionlessly. Although they did not understand the Mohe language, Zhang Xiaowu also felt that the ballad was so beautiful. It seemed far away and close, as if a god had really come to Mohe.
The witches indeed have this magical power.
After the song, the Witch Queen seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She faced Zhang Xiaowu, stared at him fiercely, said something loudly in Mohe language, and then raised her right hand high.
Soon, the strong Mohe man brought Zhang Xiaowu down and tied his hands, feet and neck with ropes. All the Mohe men raised their hands again and roared in low voices.
"Innocent blue!" Zhang Xiaowu looked at the sky, and his mood calmed down. Perhaps because he had died once, his calm attitude towards death was incredible.
The Witch Queen looked at him a few more times and said in her heart that this man was really a devil.
Zhang Xiaowu somehow wanted to sing. He had sung many songs, including military songs and war songs. Maybe it was because of his good memory. If he were allowed to travel to the parallel world, maybe he would become a plagiarized singer. Before he died,
He suddenly thought of the song "Anhe Bridge". Maybe there would be a Naihe Bridge after death, and he felt that he should squat by the Naihe Bridge and wait.
Maybe Xiao passed by him during a meeting and said to him: "Sir, I have fulfilled your last wish. Everyone is now a marquis and a general and living a good life."
Maybe Miss Gu Er passed by the bridge and said: "Zhang Xiaowu, I have promoted Xi's medical skills and saved many lives."
Maybe Wu Song would say: "I finally wrote "Insect Chronicles", and future generations will remember me."
Maybe Guancheng would proudly say: "Sir, I have married eighteen wives and given birth to more than a hundred children. Are you envious of me?"
"Let me look at your side again, from south to north
Like a blindfolded person on the North Fifth Ring Road
Please tell me again about that day
The girl holding the box and the man wiping sweat
I know that those summers, like youth, can never come back..."
All the Mohe people looked at the man who was about to be executed and was still singing leisurely in surprise. Even some Mohe warriors had to admire him. What a free and bold man he was. Only then did they notice that this man was not
Among the slaves and captives locked in the cellar, he was neatly dressed, even cleaner than those present, including the witches.
"Who is this?" Everyone was confused.
"Great mountain spirit, please accept the offerings of believers!" the Witch Queen shouted, drawing people's attention back to herself, and she slowly raised her cane.
