Chapter 56 Bronze Grave 1

Poor cicada Jun was somehow crying and sighed, "You don't know anything, nine babies are rampant!"

"Nine Ying?" Even if Rong Hushi put down the black pottery wine bowl, he frowned and said, "Isn't Yao Chonghua killing Jiuying?"

"Yes!" The poor cicada king smiled bitterly, "Di Yao ordered Chonghua to kill Jiuying. Chonghua fought dozens of battles, but failed to kill him... Alas, Jiuying nine heads and nine lives, how can it be so easy to kill?" The old man said, "Unfortunately, this Jiuying was originally only active in the south - at the junction of the Jintian tribe and the Gaoyang tribe - and went north for some unknown reason. Half a month ago, Chonghua intercepted Jiuying in Yushan, fought with it, injured it, and triggered Jiuying's anger. During this period, he actually escaped from Chonghua's pursuit and ravaged near Yanggu. In just a few days, several tribes have been destroyed by it. Alas, it's terrible!"

Rong Hushi slowly put down the wine bowl and said slowly, "Thank you, Junshang. The nine babies are rampant. I'm afraid that when Yanggu is using people, we will rush back to Yanggu." He patted Shaoqiu on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."

The bison and deer Shu, which urged **, slowly passed through the poor mulberry tribe. This tribe is close to Yanggu. It is under the military protection of Yanggu and does not build a wall. The houses built of mulberry wood are scattered in the green shade. One of the roads is the main road from the south of Jishui to Yanggu. The witch temple is located next to the road. The whole body is built of huge rocks, which is the most magnificent building in the tribe.

The two walked all the way. Suddenly, many poor Sang people around them ran past the bison and Lu Shu one after another, with a look of panic, with a sense of fear and trembling. The two of them were puzzled and walked slowly. When they were not far from the witch temple, they saw that the crowd in front of the temple was crowded and the noise was endless.

"Burt her to death!"

"The blasphemy of the gods brings great disaster to my tribe..."

An old woman knelt on the ground tremblingly, raised her hands flat, and prayed to the sky: "Gods, forgive your people!"

The two looked at each other and felt at a loss. Shaoqiu rode on Lushu and looked down condescendingly, but saw a girl in ink tied to a huge mulberry tree in front of the temple. The girl seemed to be nearly fourteen or fifteen years old. Her body was delicate, her hair was scattered, and her face was still beautiful. Her big eyes showed strong fear, a strand of hair was biting in her lips, and a wisp of oozed out of hair. Blood flowed on her skirt. But even his lips were bitten.

What's more amazing is that a large bundle of firewood was piled up at the girl's feet, and a pungent black oil was poured on it. An old man held a torch and stood in front of her with a serious face, reaching out to the sky and whispering. Another old witch in a black robe knelt down next to a bronze tripod in front of the temple and was bowing to the giant tripod.

"What's going on?" He was shocked, "They... are they going to burn her to death?"

"How do I know?" Rong Hushi snorted, "This is very strange. Maybe it's a sacrificial ceremony for the gods!"

"Are you going to burn the living to death when sacrificing?" Shaoqiu was furious, jumped off Lu Shu, grabbed a soldier with a bone spear, and shouted, "What's going on? Why did you burn her to death?

The soldier was grabbed and earned a few times. He didn't break free. He saw the burly body of the tiger warrior next to him and the keel blade that grew older than himself, and then softened down: "She... She blasphemed the gods, and naturally she would burn her to apologize to the gods."

"How to desphemy the gods?" Shaoqiu said angrily.

"She..." The soldier swallowed his saliva and said, "Are you a guest from afar?" You... put me down, and I'll talk to you slowly."

Shaoqiu snorted and pushed him away. The soldier stammed and stood with the bone spear and said, "There are two priests in my family. The witch is the high priest and the witch is the deputy priest. Usually, the sacrifice is the main sacrifice of the high priest. She is a disciple of the high priest of our clan. After the high priest is called away from others by the gods, he can be promoted to high priest. However, in the early morning, in a sacrifice, she was sacrificing three animals for the gods, and suddenly..."

The soldier looked strange and kept silent. Shaoqiu shouted and asked, "What happened all of a sudden?"

"Suddenly the moon red..." The soldier said with a sad face, "It's common for a girl to be red, but... but it's red in the sacrifice, which is a great disrespect to the gods. The dirty blood defiled the gods. In order to avoid the gods getting angry, they had to... burn her to death.

Shaoqiu was stunned and looked at the tiger warriors. Rong Hushi laughed and said, "Such a felony, that's the only thing... It's really..."

"Can you burn people to death in this way?" Shaoqiu blushed, "It's not that she didn't mean to blasm!"

At this time, the old man let out a harsh scream and suddenly toss the torch in his hand into the wood pile. The fire burst out and swept over the girl in an instant. There was a sad scream in the fire, and the thin figure struggled in the fire shadow.

The men, women and children around them knelt down one after another, sobbing bitterly, muttering in their mouths. Shaoqiu knew that they were not crying for this girl, but begging the gods...

"No--" Shaoqiu shouted loudly and rushed over, kicked the kneeling crowd around him, and quickly rushed to the edge of the fire. The old man was shocked and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Shaoqiu did not answer. He grabbed his clothes and threw him into the crowd far away. Suddenly, the shadow outside the crowd flashed, and a figure flew over, grabbed the old man in the air, gently put him on the ground, and then blocked him in front of Shaoqiu.

But it is poor Sangjun.

Shaoqiu said urgently, "Your Majesty, they are going to burn this girl to death!"

"I know." Poor Sangjun nodded faintly.

"She... didn't mean to be blaspitinful!" Shaoqiu looked at the fire burning more and more vigorously. The girl screamed sadly and couldn't help sweating like rain. However, poor Sangjun seemed that the elemental power was not weak, and the huge wooden elemental force around him was emitted, like an unshakable giant tree in front of him.

"I know." Poor Sangjun looked at him coldly.

"I know I'm going to burn her to death!" Shaoqiu was furious, "She is a human life!" If you apologize to the gods, you can prepare three animals and kill animals. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God if you kill human beings arbitrarily?

"Whoever does the wrong thing will bear it. Don't involve the people." Poor Sangjun stood with his hands on his hands, and his beard fluttered, but his expression was extremely cold and hard.

"Shameless!" Shaoqiu was furious and pointed to him and shouted, "If she is your daughter, are you willing to give up?"

Poor Sangjun looked at him deeply, but his eyes were extremely empty. He said lightly, "She is my daughter. I have five sons, but only this one daughter.