Chapter 27： Willing to die for his wife (1/2)
You Wu Ming looks in a good mood.
He turned over and stayed, his back seemed to be particularly lively.
”There is a sacrifice today.” He dragged the loose robe, and took off a more formal Xuanyi from the jade frame.
”Little Mulberry, come and change my clothes.”
She sat up and wondered: ”You haven't recovered from the serious injury, and you have to go out?”
”Injury? What hurt?” He stared back at her with a serious look. ”Am I like someone who will be injured?”
Sang smiled far away, got out of bed, and fastened his clothes.
There was no clothes suitable for her on his jade stand.
After taking care of him, she yawned and wanted to go back to the bed.
”Little Mulberry,” he stopped her, ”where are you going?”
”Make up. There are no clothes I can wear out here.”
He chuckled and patted his palm.
The waitress came in with a tray, and a set of black clothes was placed on the top of the tray. The texture of the material was almost the same as the one he wore.
It's just that his fringe is Xiaolong, and hers is Wufeng.
Although it is casual wear, it seems to be Mrs. Zheng's manner.
The waitress put down her clothes and bowed back. You Wuming walked in front of Sang Yuan, his eyes were deep and extremely oppressive.
”Shall I change your clothes?”
She quickly grabbed her clothes and fled behind the screen of Yunwu Mountain.
When she came out with a little bit of shyness, she smiled strangely when she saw his arms around her chest.
”Little mulberry, those clouds are gauze. Transparent.”
Sang Yuan's face changed a bit.
You Wuming grinned all over her face: ”It suddenly appears and disappears, and it feels more graceful. Xiao Sanguo, are you deliberately seduce me.”
She turned her head stiffly toward the screen and stared at it for a while, finding that the palace wall behind the screen could not be seen at all.
It is not transparent at all!
”Fool you!”
You Wuming laughed back and forth.
Before she got angry, he had grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her out of the palace.
Short-lived was leaping under the steps, and when he saw the master coming out, he sneezed several times with joy.
Traveling today, You Wu Ming did not bring a knife.
After all, the body is still empty.
Youyingwei is divided into two columns, and the attendants are behind him.
”Why aren't you in a hurry?” Sang asked from afar, ”Those people frame you for rebellion!”
You Wuming's face doesn't matter: ”Rebel is rebellious.”
”But...” She remembered the destruction of Sangzhou in the book.
Every day, there is no need to shoot, send a letter, the own wolves and tigers swarm up, and devour a small state into the abdomen.
You Wuming gazed at her with Yu Guang, seeing that her face was full of genuine worries, he unconsciously raised a corner of his lips, and said to her with a straight face—
”In a while, no one dares to be this early bird.”
His voice was bland and indifferent, and Sang far even heard a cruel taste.
She looked at him sideways and saw him squinting in the dark.
It was at this moment that a rider came from the front and hurriedly reported.
”Report to the monarch, Hanzhou King led 100,000 soldiers, and stormed the Yumen Pass! The Yumen Pass was urgent, and it would last for another five days!”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”
Youming: ”...”
Yumenguan is the most important town on the west line of Youzhou, adjacent to the border of Hanzhou. Youzhou is different from other states, any fortress is hoarding heavy soldiers.
Sang was far from real, but unexpectedly, it was Han Shaolin who made this early bird. At the moment, there was no news from Tiandu. He did so by raising his flag.
You Wuming laughed.
”Okay.” He said.
He pulled the reins and continued northbound.
”Xiao Sanguo, after watching the sacrificial sacrifice today, I will take you to behead Han Shaoling tomorrow.”
Sang Yuan only felt that the air was full of blood.
For a while, she discovered that the **** smell was not an illusion. The sacrifice is ahead, and the blood is sky-high.
She suddenly remembered what a sacrificial offering was.
Frightened every year, the eighteen states of Yunjing are going to make a sacrifice for life, take the unblemished girl, infuse a special potion, live vomiting blood to death, and use that pure blood to sacrifice nine strange inland abyss mouths.
Very cruel and brutal customs, with a strong superstition.
For thousands of years, people on this land have believed that if they were sacrificed on the day of Jingle, they could temporarily satisfy the underworld demon and appease the restless abyss.
In the book, Meng Wuyou had destroyed a sacrifice and saved a young girl after being the right wife of Han Shaoling. In that year, the ”dark tide” of the Wraith appeared in twelve places at the same time for a thousand years. It was only a little bit.
No one knows whether it is coincidence or inevitable.
Sang is far from knowing.
You Wuming captured her tension keenly.
He bowed over her ear and exhaled gently: ”It's already dead. I won't give you a chance to sympathize with those sacrifices.”
She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
The sacrifice was done in a big pit. Standing on the edge of the giant pit and looking down, I saw that the bottom of the pit seemed to have a huge, beautiful red pattern, blood fog, and a pale body was being lifted up by someone. Going around, crying and laughing.
You Wuming said: ”All are willing. The chosen sacrifice, the family can get rid of slavery. For these people, it is actually a good thing.”
”Do you believe it?” she asked.
You Wuming turned her head to look at her.
”Sacrifice can appease the demon. Do you believe it?” She looked back and looked deeply into his eyes.
”If I believe...” I saw an evil smile on his face, ”I won't do it.”
She stared at him staring blankly.
His breath became extremely heavy, covering her ears, and his voice was a little hoarse and excited: ”Little Mulberry, you don't know how dirty this world is, I every day, I can't wait to call it gray!”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”
This metamorphosis is probably not saved.
He smiled suddenly, with a wicked smile: ”I will live well and bury it with my own hands.”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”
The proper villain, pure.
Can this be broken back?
Just then, the crowd around the girl's body suddenly became noisy.
You Wuming pulled the reins lightly, and ran away with a short life.
When I got close, I learned that the girl had a wound with a nail on her forearm. Several white robe priests were frightened. They were investigating whether the minor wound was the old one before the sacrifice, or it was just made when they carried the body. New injuries.
”It doesn't work with a single flaw!” The priest was terrified. ”In order to keep everything safe, it's best to make another perfect tribute!”
Someone immediately pushed another girl to the front: ”Adult, look at her, no problem!”
It's like selling merchandise.
Sang's heart was slightly suspended, looking over. The girl happened to raise her head, her numb eyes stared straight at Sang Yuan, and her eyes seemed to have strange stars turning.
Sang saw the girl's mouth moving from afar, as if she was using her mouth to say-‘help me. ’
Her body trembled and subconsciously clenched the lifeless hand.
You Wuming moved her eyelids.
The guard stepped forward to disengage the crowd, and Youyou slowly walked to the nearby place, squinting at the body and saying, ”Injuries after death.”
Seeing the arrival of the prince, the crowd suddenly knelt to the ground.
”Lord!”
The master spoke, and no one dared to question it.
Since it was a wound after death, there is no need to sacrifice another girl.
The girl who escaped from death knelt on the ground and stared at Sang Yuan until she was dragged down.
Sang Yuan couldn't tell the taste in his heart. The **** dark cloud fell on her heart, making her uncomfortable all over. The **** smell in the air made her dizzy, and her breath seemed to be stuck in the mud, sticky and heavy.
It was still early in the morning, but she felt midday sleepy and her eyelids were getting thicker.
She frowned, and suddenly remembered something very wrong. At first, Mengwuyou was supposed to be a sacrifice. If Han Shaoling did not bring her out of the slave camp, she was sacrificed in Hanzhou today. She was the one who was shocked.
However, on that day, before the dream fell to the table of the lifeless, there was a crescent birthmark on the ankle. It was this birthmark that made a Youying Wei recognize her as his lost sister for many years. Life changed her life.
”Is it possible to make sacrifices with birthmarks?” Sang asked, leaning his head far away.
”Naturally does not work.” You Wuming didn't bother, he replied casually, ”no flaws are allowed.”
Before the words fell, he lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes deepening gradually.
”Ah, I remember it. That fake is a sacrifice.” You Wuming said slowly, ”How can there be a birthmark for a sacrifice? Oh, the fake is a lie.”
Was Han Shaoling deceived?
He was really moved by the tears shed by a woman about to die.
Sang shook his head gently. Even though her 10,000 do not look at dreams and worries, she has to admit that people like dreams and worries cannot tell such lies.
She must have been chosen as a sacrifice.
So things like birthmarks will grow out the day after tomorrow? At the right time... grow up... save her life?
Sang's far-sighted look fell into the lifeless eyes, gradually igniting the dark fire.
”What are you thinking?” he asked lightly.
She was so absorbed that she didn't hear.
Youmei bowed her head and covered her ears, saying like hypnosis and deception: ”I found Han Shaoling deceived by someone, do you really want to go find him and tell him the truth, eh?”
Sang was confused by his confused thoughts, and she vaguely felt that the man seemed to have exerted strange weird mental tricks on her. She happened to be very sleepy, so she made a move.
”Yeah.” She said something dumbly.
The lifeless eyes suddenly colded into the bone.
He raised a big hand, slowly stroking the black dress symbolizing the hostess of Youzhou, and landed on her slender neck, strangled.
”And then?” He continued to exhale gently next to her ear, ”Let him abandon that woman, how are you going back to him? Hmm?”
”What woman?” She still had dull eyes, even feeling that her breath was blocked, and her voice was breathless, and said, ”Tell him that the person who killed the father and brother is not you.”
Youming's look changed, and she hurriedly gave her hand.
Before she recovered, he stunned her suddenly and put her in his arms. His eyes were a little guilty.
As soon as he pulled the reins, he ran out of the Wangcheng with his short-lived hoofs, and ran straight to a grassy **** on the outskirts of the city.
He rolled her around, put her on the grass, squatted aside, staring at her.