Lu Jian had heard before that many people who were burned to death actually lost consciousness first due to suffocation and eventually died.
However, the traces at the scene told Lu Jian that Amber retained the clearest consciousness when she was burned by the flames. She did not suffocate due to lack of oxygen, but felt the engulfment of the flames throughout the process.
The flames spread through her fair and tender skin, tearing it open, gouging out the flesh and blood inside, and devouring it like a greedy monster, not even the bones were spared.
The lovely hair turned to ashes in the fire, the dazzling clothes were burned away by the flames, the slender limbs, the delicate face, the eyes with the most beautiful brilliance in the world were completely destroyed in the ruthless pale flames,
Only an ugly, charred, and stinky corpse was left, imprisoned for dozens or even hundreds of years in this deserted high chamber.
During the whole process, Amber struggled, begged, and wailed until the last moment, ushering in the most painful death.
While these things were happening, the people below were cheering, jumping for joy, celebrating, and having the grandest celebration.
Finally, her life faded away and transformed into something purer.
This thing will protect this world for decades, hundreds of years, and eventually it will run out.
Amber's small, thin body will be beaten to pieces by those old witches, burned again, turned into a small urn, and displayed on the shelf in the main hall, never to see the light of day.
This is the truth about the priestess.
There is no authority over ten thousand people, no happy life, not even life.
The officiating witch is the sacrifice offered to the gods.
And all of this was done by Lu Tan himself for Amber.
If Lu Tan agreed to Amber's request and allowed her to be an ordinary girl in a corner of the sea, then she would definitely not have to suffer such inhuman torture.
If Amber's sense of responsibility was a little weaker, a little more cowardly, and a little more selfish, she could have completely escaped her fate and embarked on a completely different path, but at least she still had a future.
It is precisely because she is so perfect that she is standing here.
It is precisely because she is so excellent that she will meet such an end.
Fate was like a precisely meshed gear, pushing her to this position.
"You've lost weight again, Amber."
Lu Tan sighed.
The withered corpse was motionless, only the long bow in its hand was swaying with flames.
"I think you need to know this."
A faint voice came from behind Lu Tiao.
He turned around and saw in his own shadow and in the flickering firelight, the black-haired miko with cherry eyes standing barefoot in the filthy, charred world, spotless.
The contrast between the two creates a strong sense of perversion, just like in this foreign land, there are beautiful falling cherry blossoms and cruel and tragic sacrifices.
"Who the hell are you?"
Lu Jian asked.
His mood was surprisingly calm.
Calm and calm, like the moonlight.
"You can call me Shen Ying, or you can call me Shima Okami, or something else. Anyway, it's the name they gave me."
The witch replied, her voice was very calm, which reminded Lu Tian of Feng Yu sometimes.
Indifferent and calm, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with you.
"The witches tricked her into taking medicine, which can temporarily take away consciousness and strength. Then they tied her to a pillar, and then ignited the pure fire. She would struggle and try to escape. Most of the witches did not
There are ways to do it, and a few can get down to the second floor, but that’s where it ends.”
The miko spoke as if she were talking about ordinary things.
"She was too young and the drug was too powerful. She tried for a long time but couldn't break free. By then she could already see me."
"She shed tears, even though those tears would be swallowed up by pure fire in an instant. She begged me, begged me to save her. She said she didn't want to die, that she still had many things to do, and that she wanted to be here all the time.
People who are together.”
"I have seen many people on their deathbeds angry, thinking they have been deceived and accusing the world. Some are resentful and cursing everyone who helped them get here. Some are desperate and even their rationality has collapsed."
"She is no exception."
"She regretted, she was angry, she was unwilling, she lost hope in everything, she began to hate everything, accuse everything, and gathered the deepest resentment against this world. Such obsession, the will sublimated in the pure fire, is the Son of God
What is needed to protect this land."
"When the strongest hope turns into the deepest despair, the power of birth is the best food to feed the gods, and the pollution produced is enough to wipe out everything."
"You know, in foreign lands, only pollution can fight against pollution, and only stronger pollution can fight against invading pollution."
"In this world, the name of this pollution is pure fire."
"To sacrifice the sacrifice of just one person in exchange for the survival of the majority of people, this is my duty and my destiny. It has been the same for thousands of years."
The witch's voice was colder than the night and softer than the moonlight.
"Until the end, she kept repeating your name, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, unforgettable and indelible, until death strangled her voice."
"I fulfilled her wish and told you this."
She had no joy or sadness, as if nothing in the world would cause her emotions.
"Does she hate me?"
Lu Jian asked.
"Because I sent her here, she will call my name until...death?"
"No."
The witch shook her head.
"The first sentence she said when she called your name was, I'm sorry."
Lu Tan was silent.
He knows it very well.
After learning about the red leaves in the evening, Lu Jian knew.
Just like Momiji, Amber's future is also her past.
When he first came to Wajima, Kohaku had been burned to death and became the Son of God, becoming the vessel for the arrival of the shrine maiden named Kamisakura in front of him.
The original priestess was not completely dead.
Her soul is entrenched in Wajima Taisha Shrine together with Kamizakura. By enshrining powerful spiritual shrine maidens, Kamizakura can descend into it and use these sacrificed shrine maidens to nourish, control the pure fire, and protect Wajima.
This is the truth about Wajima.
Lu Jian didn't know who came up with such a cruel method. Not only would each of the officiating witches suffer inhuman ravages, but even the original witches would never be able to rest in peace. They would have to witness these deaths again and again for thousands of years.
This is the price the humans of Wajima Island pay to resist pollution.
This is what Lu Jian wants to know, how to fight pollution.
"You are communicating with me just to tell me this?"
Lu Tran knew very well that every word he spoke to this miko now contained pollution.
In this long time, she has been exposed to too much filth, and she is already a collection of pollution. Perhaps she is no longer her, but Him, becoming some great being, escaping from the foreign chessboard and coming to a new place.
high dimensionality.
Maybe she was Him in the first place, but she just appeared in human form and staged a tragedy to please herself in this world.
"Because this is her wish."
The witch glanced at the withered corpse.
"I have witnessed the passing of countless witches. Most of them, as I just said, are full of resentment and have left a curse on the world."
"These curses, together with their tortured souls, are brewing in my body. Every moment, I can hear their wails, lamentations, and sobs, filling my consciousness with the most vicious words."
"But this child, even though she suffered torture, even though she was betrayed by the world, and even though she fell into despair, at the end, she still wanted to leave hope, even if it was just for one person."
"She said to you, stay alive."
Lu Tiao was stunned when he heard what the witch said.
Then he laughed.
It was an uncontrollable, wild laughter like howling. He arched his back and bent over, and the air was expelled from his lungs. The feeling of suffocation was accompanied by the twitching of the muscles in his face, giving people a psychedelic feeling.
illusion.
The laughter became louder and louder, echoing in the silent night, as if it was mocking the world and itself.
"It's time for you to leave."
The miko seemed to have decided to end the conversation, she said, and looked at Lu Jian again.
"I have forgotten my thoughts and left my body alone. Could it be your relic?"
During the chanting of the miko, Lu Jian felt that the surrounding space was distorted and the world was spinning. The miko, Kohaku, Shenzi Pavilion, Shenzakura, and Wajima Taisha Shrine were all moving away from him.
In that dizzying illusion, Lu Jian faced the void of nothing and the great beings above, his voice trembling with laughter as he spoke.
"She does leave hope behind."
A hundred years later, Wajima still exists. No matter what, it is the result of the hope left by Kohaku.
Not supported by hatred and malice, but supported by hope, her soul sat alone in that high Shenzi Pavilion for hundreds of years, guarding the world that betrayed her.
Some memories, even if they only last for a moment, can last a long time.
Perhaps, Lu Jian didn't know how the arrows of the Son of God found their way to the cursed island that was shrouded in nameless fog, where even the shrine could not be found.
Why did this strange island, which had not attracted the attention of the Son of God in the past hundred years, attract the attention of the Son of God after Lu Tiao arrived?
Is there a possibility.
In this distant, misty, mist-shrouded world, has Amber been watching him?
During the long, cold, lonely time, she persisted until, in Lu Jian's past and Amber's future, the two finally met "for the first time".
Then, the arrow of pure fire arrived as expected.
Just like a promise, it remains unchanged for thousands of years.
And like an oath, it is eternally blazing.
In the bizarre, distorted and confusing images of the foreign land, Lu Jian seemed to see a small figure, showing an innocent smile to him. In the flickering firelight, she waved her hands and shouted with a smile.
"I see you."
In response, Lu Tan could only respond with a smile that was a hundred years late, and he opened his mouth to respond.
