Chapter 581 Who is weirder?
Overcast, light rain, drifting fog.
Hearing the rain pattering outside, Xu Yuan, sitting in the pavilion, lowered his eyes and browsed the books in his hand.
The pages have turned yellow due to age, and the ink marks left on the title page are also a little blurry, but the title of the book can still be vaguely read.
Thousands of Thorns.
The author of the book is unknown. It records what the author saw and heard along the Qianjixia Gorge.
Qianjixia, as an uncared-for place, gave birth to many uncivilized barbaric peoples.
They have the most primitive living customs and beliefs, as well as the bloodiest sacrificial activities.
Compared with these tribes, the survivors of Xiaobai's underground palace seemed more civilized.
The survivors of the Underground Palace believe in natural selection at most, driving useless people into the White Walkers' lair and letting them fend for themselves. However, most of the tribes in Thousand Thorns Gorge will take the initiative to hold rituals similar to the blood sacrifices of cults.
the reason is simple.
For example, the lines imitated by the author of the book are based on cats and tigers, and another example is the names and taboos of ghosts and gods believed in by the tribes!
It is true that the soil and water support the people.
Is this a bit too ignorant?
But getting back to the subject, this blood sacrifice ritual is not all "feudal superstition".
After all, there is no so-called power of faith in this world.
Being born in the imperial land, you don't believe in gods and emperors? Then I'll send you directly to see it.
Clipping the ancient books, Xu Yuan gently shook his head.
The imperial court and the sect have devoted their efforts to help you develop and build. Why don't you thank the official family, the imperial court, or even the sect? Why do you want to thank your non-existent god?
The mountains are raining, and the mist is hazy.
But because of the passage of time, this part has become somewhat incomplete.
The author described this part very carefully, so detailed that you can feel the bloodiness just through the words.
Disobey discipline and do not respect the emperor's orders.
For example, the wolf in the desert.
Xu Yuan let out a long breath, and his eyes fell on the rain curtain outside the pavilion.
From the information he has learned so far, this blood sacrifice ritual in Qianjixia Gorge should be regarded as a primitive bad custom.
The feudal dynasty had no human rights, let alone distinction between immortals and mortals.
So these things gradually disappeared in the territory of Dayan, and were eradicated by the sect and the successive imperial courts.
Cut off human limbs, use the stumps to form specific patterns on the open space, and then cut open the abdomens of the sacrificed people who have become human pigs and place them in the center, allowing their blood to form along the dug ditch. A strange blood pattern.
Some were spiritual, and some who were always disobedient resorted to physical means. Tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of tribesmen evaporated overnight.
There used to be many ethnic groups in the fourteen states of Middle-earth who had similar primitive sacrifices and worship, but by the Dayan dynasty, they had basically disappeared.
Because there will really be some powerful creatures who enjoy this set of things and make contracts with some tribes in the form of sacrifices.
Every time it rains, the entire canyon is shrouded in a vague layer of white mist, hiding the manor in the vast abyss.
According to the common sense Xu Yuan learned in his previous life, Qianjixia, an inland location like this, should have very little rainfall, but it can actually rain twice a month. Mrs. Wan is really a little bit shy. means.
Lifting up his sleeves, Xu Yuan soaked his arms into the fine drizzle, feeling the coolness dripping on it, and unconsciously curled his lips.
In two days, Xu Yuan had a preliminary understanding of Mrs. Wan's method of controlling people's minds through spiritual vision.
This rain and mist is what Mrs. Wan is doing.
Her method of controlling people's hearts is to use those weird substances floating in the air, and the rain and mist are the solidification of those weird substances.
If the content of those weird substances in the air on a sunny day can reach one, then the water mist would be five, and the rain would be twenty. Just like the drizzle now, it is moistening things silently, and ordinary means cannot detect it at all.
Bai Muxi was attacked because she stayed in the house practicing for a long time, Ran Qingmo escaped because he went out early and came back late every day. As for Xu Yuan himself.
Withdrawing his palm, Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at the crystal rain and dew on it, his expression calm and deep.
This thing has no effect on him at all.
Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan tightened his hand and opened it again. The dew on it had disappeared.
After removing the impurities from Xiaobai's body the night before, Xu Yuan actively tried to incorporate it into his body, only to find that this thing could actually help him practice.
Although it is only a tiny trace, it has definitely increased.
This Mrs. Wan doesn't seem to be a human being.
Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan once again put his hand on the rain curtain, and the water stains disappeared as soon as they fell on his hand.
Inner hall.
The faceless young woman with a graceful figure was still caressing her belly, but her gaze was unblinkingly looking in the direction of the pavilion.
When it rains, the entire sky is within her sensing range.
At this moment, she keenly felt that part of her magic suddenly disappeared.
It's very subtle, but at her level, even the slightest fluctuation can be felt.
Pouring her mind and consciousness into the rain, she rushed towards the corridor where the accident occurred, but she only saw a rocking chair.
No one was sitting on it, but it was swaying gently back and forth.
Under the cover of the dim sky and mist, the unoccupied rocking chair at the edge of the pavilion rocked rhythmically, and the sound it made seemed particularly strange amidst the pattering rain.
“Mom, what's wrong with you?”
The tender childish voice seemed to have discovered something strange about her mother, and there was a clear sound in the young woman's lower abdomen.
The young woman hidden in the shadows was silent for a while, and then said softly:
“That gentleman doesn't seem to like you, Nuo Nuo, and is warning mom not to mess around.”
“Why should he?”
Tongyin was a little puzzled when she heard this: "If you happily eat me, everyone will be happy. Wouldn't that be great?"
The young woman gently comforted the boy in her belly:
“Probably, sir, because he and Nuo Nuoqi are the same kind.”
“Since they are the same kind, he should be more willing to be eaten by me.”
Speaking, the immature childish voice said matter-of-factly: “Mom, isn't that what you are doing?”
“Mom is willing to be eaten by you because she loves you.”
The young woman's eyes in the darkness shone tenderly: "But sir, he doesn't know Nuonuo after all. How about mom invite him away?"
"don't want!"
“Nu Nuo, dear, if Mr. leaves, you can eat your favorite Sister Su.”
“Pfft!”
Before he finished speaking, a small hand that was not fully developed stabbed directly through the young woman's slightly bulging abdomen, and blood spattered on the twisted blood lines on the ground.
The child's voice was filled with a touch of madness, and the twisted little hands soaked in blood seemed to want to crawl out:
"I don't care. Mom, you told me to eat that gentleman. If it doesn't work, Nuo Nuo will go find the gentleman by herself!"
(End of this chapter)
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