The dim candlelight swayed in the black tent. The woman's crying sound gradually became smaller along with the candle that was about to burn out. She had been crying for too long, and her tears were like dry springs that finally could not flow out.
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"Okay. Miava, don't cry! Since you want to see me, you shouldn't cry all the time, right?"
Shulot stood quietly in the tent and spoke in a deep voice. He was neatly dressed and his face was calm, but his body was tightly hugged by the woman, like a tree hugged by a koala. He lowered his head and only saw the woman buried under
With his head in his arms, tears and runny noses kept flowing, even covering the robe on his chest.
Miava raised her head, her eyes blurred and empty. Her voice was crisp and clean, and her face showed timid fear and dependence, like a little girl who had lost her way from home.
"O Lord God! Priest Aguis, how many hallucinogenic secret drugs have you fed to you..."
Seeing such a childish snake priestess, Shulot frowned and felt his forehead pounding. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Miava wrapped in gauze, holding her white legs, alone.
Huddled in a dark corner, like a helpless little girl. He lit a candle, and the other person's eyes were full of fear, and he desperately wanted to shrink back. But when he came closer, Miava could see his face clearly,
The other party was stunned for a while, then excitedly rushed forward.
At that moment, Shulot almost thought he was being attacked. He raised his palm, aimed at the woman's neck, and was about to knock her down sharply. However, the woman's incoherent shouting made him stunned for a moment, and he allowed the woman to hug her.
I cried bitterly and did nothing in the end.
"Mom is dead...Light...take me away!...I'm scared...wuwuwu!..."
Thinking of this, Shulot lowered his eyes, feeling the tight embrace in his arms, and felt helpless for a moment.
"Is this still the wise and charming snake priestess?...I just want to talk about the situation of the seaside tribes!..."
He stared at Miava's eyes, looking at the pupils that were never focused, and knew that the other person was still in a state of dreaming. In such a state, all mental defenses will be destroyed by strong stimulation, and all unwillingness will be destroyed.
Even memories hidden in the subconscious can be awakened intentionally.
"This is the time to communicate with the gods, and it is also the time to make deals with demons, to explore the mysteries of the soul..."
For the priests on the plateau, they are good at using this state to make mysterious prophecies. Of course, for the Mexica priests, a more practical use is to carry out long-term sacrifices for the sacrifices in dreams.
Psychological suggestion. Only by changing the synapses in this way and truly repeatedly "brainwashing" can the sacrifices overcome their fear and instinct, complete a wonderful sacrifice performance, and then calmly go to their death as sacrifices.
"Black feather jade, datura, psilocybin mushrooms, sage, morningwort, magical morning glory, ayahuasca, various scorpion venoms, insect venoms and snake venoms... Tropical America is a natural treasure house of pharmacy.
The indigenous priests who have been passed down for thousands of years, like the voodoo shamans of black Africa, are masters of herbal medicine!..."
With the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, Shulot's thoughts drifted far away, wandering in the mysterious and vast tropical America. He stood for a long time, until the woman in his arms became motionless, and even snored slightly, and then he left the distant thoughts.
Return in.
"Um?"
Shulot lowered his head and watched Miava leaning on his arms, tilting his head, and fell asleep standing up exhausted. He shook his head, then broke away from the woman and placed her on the straw bed in the corner.
The young king stood by the bed, looking at the woman who curled up subconsciously and fell asleep with her legs in her arms, with complex emotions flashing in his heart.
"I hug you when I see you, cry when you hug me, and sleep after I cry. This is really..."
"It seems powerful, seemingly fearless, but in fact there is no sense of security in the heart, just like a little girl. The shadow of childhood has been shrouded like a nightmare, shaping a sick mind... and advocating power without moral restraint
, do whatever it takes, just to pursue power and find a sense of security..."
Shulot narrowed his eyes and examined the sleeping Miava with a sharp gaze. Under the influence of the priest's potion and the inspection of Priest Aquiis, the woman's mind was almost seen through, and her mental weakness was also exposed.
Undoubtedly. Until this moment, facing the unsuspecting snake priestess, Shulot's cold and guarded heart finally felt a little relieved.
"Snake Priestess, Snake Mother Chief... She is different from other Totonak chiefs. She has no feelings for the tribe and glory... She will obey the orders of the strong, even if the order requires a change of faith,
Abandoning the tribe's traditions...even if the Totonak people are to be completely integrated into the kingdom's system..."
"So, as long as you stay strong, you can be firmly in control without any betrayal. But if you are not strong enough and show weakness, you will be counterattacked..."
"And I will always be strong! Even in the face of colonists with technological advantages, I will always walk on the path of rapid strength and will not go wrong!"
The young king raised his head slightly and stared at the candle that was about to burn out, but his eyes shone with a fiery and confident light. He turned his head, took a deep look at the graceful snake priestess, and then put out the remaining candle with a wave of his hand.
Afterwards, the king did not stay, but opened the big tent and left.
"Eckart, let's go!"
"Uh? Don't you want to spend the night?...Master, your clothes?"
Eckart, the captain of the guard, was stunned and carefully observed the young king. He was originally very sure, but now he was a little unsure about what happened in the tent.
"It doesn't matter! What an interesting woman! I'll come back in two days."
Schlott raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hand. He looked leisurely and did not stop in his steps. Eckart followed quickly without asking any more questions.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "By the way, tell Priest Aquiis not to feed her any more hallucinogenic secret medicine. If you feed her too much secret medicine, your wise mind will disappear, and only
It would be a pity and useless to have a good-looking skin left..."
"I obey you, Master!"
The captain of the guard, Eckart, bowed his head and promised. He pondered the king's words, thoughtfully. The two of them went one after the other, and within a moment, they disappeared into the bonfire in the distance. And the setting sun had already set, and darkness came from the horizon, once again
The lonely tent was submerged and swallowed up silently.
There was no candlelight or moonlight in the dark tent. The woman huddled alone, fearful, and struggled in the dark dream. Until she woke up from the dream, she suddenly opened her eyes and shouted in fear.
"No! No! Don't kill her! No! Mom!..."
Miava's eyes widened in horror, and uncontrollable tears flowed down her cheeks, like blood flowing from the deepest scars in her heart. She stared blankly at the tent above her head, crying in a daze, and died.
The memories hit her heart, as if she had turned into that weak and helpless little girl again, unable to do anything.
"Mom is dead!..."
"How long has mom been dead?..."
"I'm twenty-four years old...that's eighteen years..."
"Eighteen years? It's so fast! I've been sleeping for a long time... Wuwu!..."
It wasn't until a long time later that Miava's blurred eyes gradually came into focus. She muttered to herself, as if she was talking to another person, another dead self.
"Who are you?"
"I am you!"
"who I am?"
"You are Mia Vakotel, a little girl who was sent to the Temple of Quetzalcoatl."
"No! You are wrong! I have grown up! I am not a little girl!..."
"You have grown up, but I have not. I am still a little girl."
"No! I'm not! I am the powerful Snake Mother Chief! Who are you?"
"I am...you!..."
The cold tent was dark and dark, and deep darkness shrouded everything. In this silent night, a woman who woke up talked to herself, two different voices, but they echoed in the dark tent. Both voices were very different.
It sounds good, one is magnetic and hoarse, and the other is clean and crisp. Asking and answering questions in the camp of the Mexica priests is like crossing time.