Chapter 115 Blessing Ceremony (2)



The three animals placed in the front, a pig, a cow and a sheep, had been processed. Bamboo poles were inserted through their mouths and pierced through their bodies, and then they were placed on bamboo racks.

"They were working on that bamboo frame yesterday, right?" Wu Zheng whispered. The bamboo frame had to be very large and had to be tied very firmly to be able to hold the three animals.

The offerings were placed one by one, and soon they occupied half of the altar. The remaining half was occupied by many young men carrying puppets.

As the village chief struck the red cowhide drum with a drumstick, the young men on the stage began to dance with their puppets, while the villagers began to sing unknown songs.

The melody is low and rhythmic, like some ancient language, carrying the power accumulated by time.

The singing continued, the puppets danced non-stop, and Zhu Po faced the mountain god, raised her hands high, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Mountain God, bless me!"

Suddenly, the singing and puppetry stopped, and everyone shouted hoarsely: "Mountain God, bless me!"

The sound echoed in the mountains. Each of them was so pious, as if they would transmit the sound to the mountain god even if it meant tearing their throats, seeking his protection.

Qiongzhi was shocked by this scene. She opened her mouth and murmured, "Mountain God bless me."

"What are they going to do?" Zhong Le and Wu Zheng finally made their way through the crowd and returned to Qiongzhi. They had just helped put the pastries on the altar and did not hear what Qiongzhi said.

At this time, Zhong Le stared at the several strong men on the stage with wide eyes, and raised the huge machete under the guidance of Zhu Po.

"Should they slaughter cattle, sheep and pigs on the spot and offer them to the mountain god?" Wu Zheng guessed.

"But weren't those three slaughtered yesterday?" Zhong Le frowned in surprise.

Qiongzhi pursed his lips and said nothing. He glanced at the crowd and suddenly found that Wang Yang and Zhang Yuan were not among them.

This discovery made his heart beat like a drum, and he subconsciously reached into his pocket to hold the talisman tightly.

Across half the altar and most of the crowd, Zhu Po's eyes seemed to meet his for a moment. Suddenly, his hands in his pockets loosened, and his eyes were fixed on the three animals.

The machetes fell with a deafening bang, the bamboo racks were chopped down, blood splattered everywhere, and no one knew how many times the three animals were stabbed.

After a long time, the people responsible for the killing dispersed, revealing the scene on the altar.

"Hic——"

"Uh-huh--ooh--"

Zhong Le and Wu Zheng staggered to the side, leaning against a tree trunk and retching.

On the altar, red and white were intertwined, and the organs exposed to the air did not look like those of animals at all, not to mention the black hair and broken heads among the blood.

They weren't slaughtering cattle, sheep, or pigs; they were clearly slaughtering people! They stuffed people into the animal shells and chopped them up together!

Qiongzhi felt the sourness rising from his stomach and swallowed it again. His mind was blank at this time, and the tinnitus made him feel that the whole world was twisting and spinning.

Among those enthusiastic villagers, no one cared about the discomfort of these outsiders at this time. The ceremony was still going on and the enthusiasm in their eyes had not faded.

"Blessings from the mountain god!"

Zhu Po shouted loudly, then bent down, picked up the pieces of flesh and organs on the ground, and scattered them to the villagers below.

The crowd surged towards Zhu Po, but wisely refrained from climbing onto the altar. Countless hands were raised high, fingers stretched out to grasp at the blood and flesh spilled by Zhu Po.

Their skin and clothes were soon covered in blood. When Qiongzhi saw that some villagers had grabbed a piece of intestine, she immediately screamed and shed tears.

As if encouraged by the villagers, he suddenly rushed towards Zhu Po, pushing the villagers away with all his strength, and then his stomach hit the edge of the altar.

The collision made him sober up a little. Qiongzhi stared at the blood and flesh on the ground with wide eyes, and hurriedly searched for something until he saw half of a familiar head.

Teeth fell to the ground, half of the eyeball was shattered, and the entire lower jaw was shattered and separated, and the flesh on it fell into the hands of the villager...

Suddenly, all the strength left him. He half-crouched beside the altar, staring at the bloodstains on the ground, and could no longer hear any sound.

"Crazy...you are a bunch of crazy!" Zhong Le's shouting came from behind, but no one cared. Only Wu Zheng pulled her aside, and the two hugged each other and trembled.

"I saw it." Zhong Le's face was covered with snot and tears. "I just saw the child's head... the little yellow calf."

On the altar, there was a child's head and half of his body that had not been completely chopped into pieces and rolled to the side. It was the child who bumped into Zhong Le that day.

At this time, Zhong Le also knew what the small piece of strange color that she accidentally noticed that day was. It was clearly cowhide. There was a piece of cowhide sewn on the child's body, so he said that they were the little yellow cattle in the field.

"Please call in the fairy boy and fairy girl!" Zhu Po stood on a high place, everything below was reflected in her eyes, but she just continued the bloody ceremony without changing her expression.

Qiongzhi at the edge of the altar twitched, raised her eyes to look towards the center of the altar, and saw the two cute children being carried up.

They sat in a sedan chair with their feet tied together, their hands tied to the armrests on both sides of the chair, and their mouths sewn up with red silk thread, leaving only their eyes brightly open.

Qiongzhi looked into their eyes and felt dizzy.

The sedan chair carried the two children and circled the statue twice. Then, Granny Zhu nodded and said, "The mountain god is very satisfied and can send them away."

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