In a mountain valley surrounded by mountains, a large group of people escorted a bound girl up the mountain, their destination a misty, secluded valley.
The cliffs and valleys are so deep that the bottom is not visible, and only when the midday sun shines directly on them and the mist is thin can one see the verdant greenery.
Because it is evergreen, it was regarded by the ignorant villagers as being protected by the mountain god.
It was this deeply ingrained ideology that meant that even when the emperor was far away and the mountains were high, young girls could not escape the fate of being sacrificed, even during the campaign to destroy the Four Olds.
"Look, there's a big bird."
"What big bird? It's an airplane."
"Village chief, the plane is descending. Won't they interfere with our sacrifice?"
"Don't worry, they can't get in. Hurry up, don't delay things. If we anger the mountain god, none of us can bear the responsibility."
"Yes, yes, hurry up! The mountain god will surely bless us with good weather and plenty of food and clothing."
"Just to be on the safe side, Dashan, go back and inform them."
"Yes, village chief."
The bound girl, emaciated from years of hunger, had no eyes for her impending tragic fate and was already resigned to death.
The girl, isolated in the mountains and neglected, was destined for a life of hardship.
She tried to escape and resist, but all she got in return was endless beatings and being locked in a dark room, a truly dark room where there was no daylight.
Upon hearing that someone had come from outside the mountains, a glimmer of hope shone in their eyes, and they looked up in awe.
*Snap*
His head was slapped to the side, his disheveled hair obscuring the glimmer of light, a metallic taste rising in his mouth, followed by a vicious warning.
"Gu Xiaocui, put away your little schemes and obediently go and be a sacrifice to the mountain god. If you dare to cause trouble, I won't let you off the hook."
How ironic it is to receive a warning from one's own mother.
The plane circled once, roared away, and gradually became a small dot.
The cliff was right in front of her, and the girl's eyes were filled with despair; she no longer hoped to escape.
So be it, the sooner you die, the sooner you'll go to hell.
She thought, going to hell is better than living in this cannibalistic village.
If there is an afterlife, she wants to be reborn as a wild grass, blowing freely in the spring breeze at the top of the mountain, looking down on all the ugliness of the human world.
The village chief glanced at the sun, then at the ancient pocket watch in his hand. A minute later, he shouted, "The time has come! Everyone kneel down and prepare for the sacrifice!"
Men, women, and children all knelt down, bowed their heads to the ground, and kowtowed devoutly.
Only the village chief and the bound girl were standing.
The village chief closed his eyes and muttered incantations towards the cliff. When he opened his eyes again, his cloudy eyes were so cold they seemed inhuman. He looked at the girl as if she were a dead person.
Even though she had already accepted her fate, the girl was still terrified by that look and staggered backward, only to be grabbed by the village chief and shoved forward.
Ah~~
Only agonizing screams echoed through the mountains, accompanied by a cool mountain breeze, making it particularly eerie.
The person who had bowed his head slowly raised it, his face turning ecstatic, as if he were about to receive countless treasures.
Suddenly, a strong wind arose, blowing the kneeling people to the side, causing them to fall over.
The village chief, standing out from the crowd, was swept away by a strong wind and smashed into a large rock, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
The wind used to blow gently, but today it felt like being whipped repeatedly, making a cracking sound as it lashed against the body—something unprecedented. The village chief was terrified.
"The mountain god is angry! It must be because the sacrifice ran away earlier that angered the mountain god. What should we do? What should we do?"
“Da Shan’s family, it’s all your Xiao Cui’s fault for being ungrateful and disobeying the priest’s arrangements. Go down the mountain immediately and invite the priest over. No one can bear the wrath of the mountain god. Go now.”
"Really, the priest arranged everything, but things still went wrong."
The woman from the Dashan family was the mother of Gu Xiaocui, the girl who was sacrificed. At this moment, she was dizzy and disoriented from an unknown gust of wind.
"Village chief, I, I'll go right away."
She wandered around like a headless fly for a while before finally finding her way down the mountain, and fled from that damned cliff top as if escaping.
After running for a while, he realized that he could no longer feel the vines whipping his body, which made him even more certain that the mountain god was angry. He hated Gu Xiaocui with a passion.
You brat, if I don't get more grain this year, I'll curse you to a terrible death in my dreams.
Before she could run down the mountain, she saw two figures coming toward her halfway down the mountain; they were her husband and the priest.
The old priestess had white hair and a youthful face. She wore a gray-white robe, and beneath the wide sleeves, one delicate hand held a snake-headed staff, while the other hand was behind her back, giving her a rather otherworldly and ethereal air.
His eyes were as deep and cold as a still pool, and he asked slowly, "What happened? Why are you in such a panic?"
Xiao Cui Niang trembled at the question, "Priest, it's...it's the mountain god who's angry, and he's started whipping the wind."
Whip Wind?
What the heck?
The priest glanced at her indifferently, asked no further questions, and strolled up the mountain.
Xiao Cui's parents followed closely behind the priest.
Xiao Cui Niang asked, "Husband, why did you come up so quickly? The priest's house is quite far away."
Xiao Cui's father shook his head, "I met the priest at the foot of the mountain."
Xiao Cui Niang asked in confusion, "Didn't the priest say that she shouldn't go out during the sacrifice? Why is she at the foot of the mountain?"
"How should I know? Hurry up and keep up. We can't guess about the priest."
"oh oh."
When the three arrived at the edge of the cliff, they were shocked by the scene: Gu Xiaocui, who was undoubtedly going to die if pushed off the cliff, was actually standing alive on the edge.
To be precise, she was riding on the back of a huge snake, and her eyes shone with light—the hope of life, the thirst to live.
The snake, its forked tongue flicking out, stared intently at the trembling crowd lying on the ground.
The wind howled, and they trembled and rolled around as if trying to avoid an invisible lash.
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