Chapter 78: Curtain Call
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Snake suddenly opened his eyes.
The sight was still that small wooden house. The rain outside was crackling, but the lights in the house were still on, emitting a slight warmth.
The vision gradually became clear from blurry, and the stretched muscles and bones were stretched, as if I had really had a good sleep.
But when she opened her clenched fist as if expecting something, the white jade embryo in her palm confirmed the appearance of the frog mother.
The snake is now in human form, separated from the snake body.
In the situation where the Frog Mother cannot reach the world, He cannot even distinguish who are His devout believers and who are the deceivers with evil intentions.
How pitiful.
Snake couldn't help but toss the stone tire up and down with pity.
Even the "Son of God" was given out, and it is obvious that they are hoping to use the "Son of God" to pollute believers and gain an anchor point to view the world.
But she had deceived Him so many times, and it wouldn't be too much to deceive Him once more.
She is helping the elderly adapt to the new era.
Snake's mouth curled up slightly.
Through the firelight, a black brain core was sleeping in the white jade stone between the white fingertips.
There is a transparent worm inside, waiting for something to water it so that it can break out of its shell, metamorphose into a frog, merge with her, and become the eyes of the Mother Goddess.
Snake drew out his magic power, chanted a spell, and poured it in little by little.
The thing inside seemed to be suddenly soaked in acid water. The whole insect kept spinning, trying to avoid it, but unfortunately the white jade body was only that big.
The struggling shadow fell on the wall, so strong that it was moving.
But before long, the insect was completely pickled and stopped struggling.
Unable to resist, they chose to give up.
Snake chuckled.
"That's quite sensible. However, before I can truly understand the Mother Goddess's whispers, I'd better ask everyone to stop praying devoutly."
When you can't make progress yourself, letting everyone regress is really a perfect choice.
***
Something big happened in the tribe.
The high priest is dying.
Although the high priestess's hair is gray, in the hearts of many people in the tribe, she is still the one holding the torch and leading them in the darkness.
No one expected that the high priest would also have his life come to an end.
The thunder-like news immediately shocked everyone, from the old to the young, and everyone was in disbelief.
But they could not get close to the high priest's room, so they had to wander around the door of the high priest's house.
Unfortunately, the blood brought out from the high priest's room seemed to be constantly destroying their fantasies.
The clay statue shops in the tribe started working overnight, all kinds of precious pigments were found, and firewood was lit. Everyone wanted to burn the most vivid clay statue for the high priest to offer to the side of Queen Wa, enter the Queen's kingdom of God, and enjoy eternal light and prosperity.
Seventeen was still confused.
She couldn't understand why the person who was fine before became completely broken afterwards.
Just like how she couldn't adapt to the already aged Nineteen at first.
Of the original four companions, Lord Sisi turned into a stone statue, Nineteen grew old, Thirteen disappeared and no one knew if they were lost in time, leaving only Seventeen alone.
She couldn't accept it, it was hard to accept, but she had no choice but to accept it.
Seventeen wiped Nineteen's hands. She had never seen anyone die of old age or illness, but after all these years in darkness, she now had seen them all.
This time, I had to witness the death of a good friend who was the same age as me.
The power of time is obvious.
"How could you die? You were fine a while ago and even came to me to practice spells."
Seventeen couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Nineteen, who had just spit out a mouthful of blood, was still smiling at this moment: "It's a last gasp of energy."
“…”
"You can shut up if you can't speak."
Seventeen held Nineteen's hand tightly, reluctant to let go.
"Seventeen Saint Ladies!"
I saw people from the sacrificial team making secret signals outside.
Seventeen didn't want to pay attention to them, but out of duty he let go of Nineteen's hand and walked to the door.
Her eyes lit up.
There was no need for the people in the sacrificial team to say anything, as anyone with eyes would know what had happened.
All I saw was a stretch of orange-red flames, the flames shooting up into the sky illuminated half of the darkness, and in the flames, the wooden house was burning.
Seventeen gritted his teeth and said, "What happened? Who did it?!"
The members of the sacrificial team asked cautiously, "Is it possible that the goddess burned it on purpose as a memorial ceremony for the high priest?"
Seventeen looked at the guy as if he was a fool: "Are you crazy? Hurry up and put out the fire! This will burn people to death!"
She turned her head and glanced at Nineteen, who was smiling and waving his skinny hand at her. Seventeen gritted his teeth and said, "Take good care of the high priest!"
She picked up the wooden basin by the door and rushed out, the scorching flames burning her dry eyes.
The oncoming heat wave slammed into the faces of the sacrificial team that came to put out the fire.
Seventeen shouted the tongue twister with his dry throat at the top of his lungs.
Clear springs are constantly being generated in the air.
Everyone's attention was focused on the sudden fire.
As we all know, fire is the symbol of the messenger of Queen Nuwa, that is, the high priest Yan.
In the hearts of many people, High Priest Yan is bound to fire. She is the envoy of the Queen Mother, bringing them light with fire.
Before she died, the Queen sent down the fire from heaven, so why not? Why wasn't it to see her off?
Many people began to chant prayers directly in front of the fire and offered statues of the high priest before the flames.
Unlike the clay statue made by the high priest himself, which was holding a snake in its hand, the clay statue made by other believers overnight using various precious fuels was an image of holding a torch and guiding the way forward.
The snow-white sacrificial garment was outlined with black snake patterns, with a red mole between the eyebrows, and the raised red cloak carried supreme determination.
Behind the clay statue, the name "Yan" is written in gold.
The fire is still spreading.
Fenghua was the first to rush over and stop the sacrificial team that rushed forward, not allowing them to put out the fire. Her face was full of piety: "The fire must have been sent down by the goddess for the high priest! You can't put it out!"
Seventeen took advantage of the opportunity to throw a basin of water over and cursed: "Bullshit! If the fire is not extinguished, you all want to die, don't you?"
If a person is burned, he will die. Seventeen thought that was a truth that everyone understood! Just like people will die when they get old, and people will die when they are hung by a spider!
However, behind Fenghua, who seemed crazy in Seventeen's eyes, more people stood up and shouted, "Saintess! This is the heavenly fire that the Queen sent down for the high priest. What if the fire goes out and the high priest can't go to the Queen!"
Feng Hua accused: "Do you worship the Queen or not? Don't you listen to what the Queen says?"
Seventeen was furious. He raised one hand and was about to hit the man, wanting to see if the man's brain had been damaged by the fire first. The members of the sacrificial team behind him quickly hugged him and whispered anxiously, "Saint! You can't do this! You'll be caught!"
There are rumors in the tribe that the sacrificial team's faith has been eroded by power, and they only respect the goddess on the surface. If at this critical moment, after the death of the high priest, the sacrificial team loses the support of the people, what should the sacrificial team do!
Seventeen paused and was speechless for a moment.
She felt it was ridiculous; she couldn't imagine such a thing happening in the world.
The fire was set for Nineteen? With such a big fire, the smoke alone was enough to choke people to death. Would Nineteen, a good man, want the people under his rule to die in the fire? Impossible! Master Sisi knew Nineteen so well! How could He do this?
Does such a simple thing need so much explanation?
But in the flames, countless pairs of eyes were staring at Seventeen, waiting for her to make a choice.
The flames flickered in Seventeen's eyes, stinging them.
***
In a wooden house that no one is paying attention to for the time being.
The guarded priest fell to the ground silently and fell into a good sleep.
A snow-white insect was peeking out from behind the door, its black brain core was trembling, and it was swimming on the ground with difficulty, trying to climb onto the face of the lying priest.
Not long after the insect moved, it suddenly encountered a dark piece of clothing in front of its head.
The bug subconsciously shrank its head in fear. A hand reached down from above, its fingertips stained with dark nail polish, making the hand look even whiter.
The insect poked its head out, as if trying to confirm whether there was something in the hand. A faint fragrance wafted from the palm. The insect struggled to stand up and fell headfirst into the hand, as if it was drunk.
Snake threw the bug into his pouch and let the guy sleep soundly.
The only sounds left in the room were two panting sounds.
A wheezing sound that sounded like a long-standing illness.
The other kind of breathing sound is light and lively, but if you don't listen carefully, it is difficult to detect its existence.
Nineteen slowly opened his eyes, and before his soul could react, his body couldn't help but smile: "Lord Sisi, you're here."
The fire was behind her, and the orange-yellow light blurred her outline.
She chuckled and approached: "Did you say goodbye to your old friends properly today? My devout believer."
Nineteen raised an eyebrow: "Of course."
Snake nodded with satisfaction.
There were constant quarrels outside the cabin, and the situation seemed to escalate gradually and turn into an armed conflict.
"Are you ready to die? Well, as my first believer..."
Sheshe raised her chin slightly, her amber eyes full of confidence, and she stretched out her hands to stretch her muscles.
"I will personally burn your body into ashes and make a clay statue. This is the method taught by my senior, and I already knew it would work. Don't worry, you will stay by my side even after you die. Are you scared? But it's too late to regret now!"
"Hehe...After hearing what Lady Sisi said, it does seem a bit scary."
The old man on the bed had a look of peace and trust on his face.
"Hmph... don't worry," Snake chuckled, "You will escape the decay of the world and the impending death. As a reward for staying by my side forever, I will grant you eternal youth."
Nineteen nodded with a smile: "Thank you, Master Sisi."
She was on the verge of death at this moment, and could only turn her head with great effort towards her god. However, as long as she looked at her god, she could feel sufficiently at ease. "Lady Sisi" had been throughout her life, and under the guidance of "Lady Sisi", she was able to transform like a snake shedding its skin, mature, and become who she is today.
Similarly, at this moment, she can face death without any fear, because she knows that she will be reborn again under the guidance of Lady Sisi!
"It is my honor to have Lady Sisi attend my funeral. Who else in this world can experience the feeling of having one's ashes made into a clay statue by one's own god?"
Snake also smiled: "Of course it's your honor."
The conflict outside seems to be escalating, and Seventeen seems to be planning to put out the fire by force.
"Oh, this can't be so rough." Nineteen heard this and shook his head in confusion.
"Then what should we do?" Sheshe was a little curious. He was still worrying about this when he was dying.
Again, she has never been interested in business games. She is a hunter, a terrible hunter who only likes blood, hunting and advancement.
Nineteen said calmly, "Seventeen has to cry loudly, even louder than them."
We can't stand in opposition to the masses.
Nineteen said this with a little regret: "I really want to see her cry..."
After he finished speaking, Nineteen’s eyes, filled with regret, became empty.
It seemed that he died with the regret of "not seeing Seventeen cry".
snake:"……"
Sometimes, I really don’t understand your friendship as classmates.
She sighed slightly.
"But this was Nineteen's last wish before his death..."
The bug in the purse suddenly jumped up in shock, and a faint white light emanated from the snake's fingertips.
Nineteen's body suddenly stood up with a smile and put on his sacrificial clothes.
Sheshe hugged her chest and spun her fingertips in a circle. Nineteen also spun in a circle in front of her. Sheshe helped Nineteen wipe her face and straightened her clothes.
Walked out step by step.
Chaos, the chaos within the tribe was expected by those who were concerned.
But no one expected that the high priest who was said to be seriously ill suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
Everyone fell silent.
Sheshe sat on the eaves, looking at the scene below, and the white light on her fingertips waved slightly.
"The high priest?"
"High Priest!"
"High Priest!"
For a moment, everyone heard the voice of the high priest.
The purse on the waist was stirring, and the things inside wanted to come out to see the grand sight. Sheshe gave it a nudge to make it behave itself.
The leader who led the tribe in the past, the omnipotent high priest.
The firelight illuminated her face and the expression on her face.
Serene, calm and relaxed.
That aura affected everyone invisibly. Everyone stopped what they were doing, knelt on one knee, and watched the high priest leave devoutly.
Tears instantly fell from Seventeen's dry eyes. She had been with her for so long, how could she not understand that she was dead? But after she left, he still appeared to rescue her.
Like a last ray of light.
She walked into the firelight.
Step by step, he welcomed his own farewell in the firelight.
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