As soon as Su Lijin sat down, she saw a group of people coming in one after another.
She frowned and looked at those people wearing masks. Their faces could not be seen clearly, but they were dressed in luxurious clothes and seemed to be high-ranking officials.
What on earth are these people trying to do?
He stared closely at these masked men, and saw that they first sat in their respective seats, and then with a command, they suddenly knelt on the ground excitedly and worshiped him!
That look was as if she had seen a god descending from the sky, which made Su Lijin a little stunned.
Is there any deep meaning behind the way she dresses?
Lin Siya asked her to pretend to be her, so what is Lin Siya's real identity?
Why would these people kneel down to Lin Siya?
This kind of worship is not the kind of worship in the imperial court. This kind of worship is almost prostrating, with a kind of faith, like...
She frowned, and that indescribable weird feeling surged up again. She wanted to describe the feeling of kneeling, but she didn't dare to guess further.
Looking at those people, Su Lijin's gaze was tightly focused.
He watched them finish their worship and sit around him again.
She wanted to move, but was surprised to find that she couldn't move.
Yan Jia curled his lips and glanced at her. Su Lijin pursed her lips and suddenly understood.
Damn it, someone pressed my acupuncture points without me even noticing!
Now, she has truly become a puppet who cannot speak or move.
Su Lijin took a deep breath, calmed herself down and watched what was happening below.
"Bring them in." Yan Jia gave an order, and several pairs of poor fathers and daughters in ragged clothes were brought in.
Their clothes are dirty and messy, and it is obvious that their lives are very hard. They are the real people at the bottom of society.
After coming in, these people were obviously a little embarrassed, staring at him with some fear, and at the same time looking at Yan Jia.
Su Lijin also looked at Yan Jia, wanting to see what she was going to do.
Seeing Yan Jia's condescending look, he pretended to be unfathomable and said, "You are very lucky to be brought here now. Tell me what you wish for. You can tell me."
When they heard this, they immediately knelt on the ground.
"Please, goddess, save my child."
"Goddess, please save my son. He is still very young. Goddess, you can definitely save him!"
"Yes, Goddess, we can finally see the real Goddess. Goddess, please grant us your grace and save our child."
They were full of piety, their faces full of hope, and they almost knelt as they prayed, with humility and excitement. For a moment, the only sound in the whole house was their prayers.
The one they were kneeling for was Su Lijin.
Su Lijin's scalp exploded, and all the guesses in her mind exploded in her head!
Goddess! They call themselves goddess!
That is to say, the person she pretended to be today was the goddess!
Who is Lin Siya? Why did she let herself impersonate her?
Could it be that Lin Siya is the Mongolian goddess?
These speculations almost shocked Su Lijin's brain so much that it went blank for a moment. Then, she stared at Yan Jia with wide eyes, wanting to get the answer from Yan Jia.
But Yan Jia didn't look at her and ignored her shock.
She never imagined that she would replace the position of the goddess.
Su Lijin struggled, but could not break free from the acupuncture points. No matter how hard she tried, her body remained motionless.
Pursing her lips, she calmed herself down. Now she could do nothing but wait and see.
Her eyes fell on the ragged father-son pairs below. Su Lijin could easily see that those children were indeed sick. Their skinny bodies were very weak, and their faces were sickly. They were all supported by their fathers and could barely stand.
But will people like Lin Siya really save them?
Su Lijin frowned.
Yan Jia seemed to have had enough of these people groveling humbly on the ground. She curled her lips in satisfaction and said, "Since you pray to the goddess so devoutly, then the goddess will grant your request."
"But I still have to ask these adults."
As she spoke, she turned her head and said to the masked man, "My Lords, look, these people are very pious. Should we, the goddess, save these poor people?"
When the masked men heard this, they immediately started talking.
Su Lijin heard that there was not much mercy in their voices, and even heard a lot of calculation and hypocrisy in them.
"Okay, adults, I get it. You mean they should be paid, right?"
Yan Jiadao.
The masked men nodded immediately.
"If you want the goddess to save you, you must offer your most precious things in exchange."
"That's right. Only by giving away the most precious things can one be considered sincere. Only then will the goddess appreciate their sincerity and bestow blessings upon them."
Hearing this, Su Lijin's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She felt that their conversation was heading in a bad direction.
Yan Jia smiled and said, "What do you think is the most valuable thing?"
"Of course it's their fate!"
Someone said proudly.
"That's right. Only by exchanging lives can their sincerity be highlighted."
"That's right, a father's life in exchange for his child's life, isn't that natural?"
The other masked men agreed.
The smug man narrowed his eyes. "The more tragic the death, the healthier their children will recover. Fathers, do you want your children to recover quickly? If so, then die miserably quickly. Your children will surely be grateful for your efforts!"
These words were tempting and immediately caused the fathers to hesitate.
They hugged their children tightly, looked around, and struggled.
Su Lijin was almost furious. This group of people were simply outcasts. They were clearly taking human lives lightly!
What goddess needs to kill someone first to save him? How can that be possible?
But she could say nothing, could do nothing, could only grit her teeth.
One of the fathers said, "First, prove that you can cure my child."
Yan Jia raised an eyebrow: "Then I will prove it to you."
As she spoke, she faced Su Lijin and began to kneel and chant, muttering in a mysterious manner as she performed the ritual movements of asking for instructions.
Su Lijin stared at her, not knowing what she would do next.
But Yan Jia suddenly said: "The goddess has agreed to the request."
As soon as she finished speaking, her hand reached out to a box and took out a portion of cigarette ash.
That is...
This thing immediately alarmed Su Lijin. She vaguely remembered seeing this kind of ash in a village near the imperial city.
At that time, those people did not see doctors, but ate this kind of ashes to treat their illnesses.
Could it be that they want to...
Thinking of that possibility, Su Lijin's heart sank.
She had almost guessed what Yan Jia was going to do.
But how can this be possible?
Yan Hui can't save anyone at all, why should they obey Yan Jia's orders?
Su Lijin wanted to scream, but could only sit there in frustration.
"Come on, kid, eat it and you will be cured." Yan Jia bewitched him and fed the cigarette ash into the mouth of one of the seriously ill children who was about to die.
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