Hit ghost

Chapter 182 Holy Child Sacrifice

The atmosphere in the room was a little dull. I don't know when, even Grandma Yang's snoring stopped outside the room. Several people sat where they were, and no one looked at each other's faces.

"Saint child priest..." Zhuo Ketuoda, who was sitting on the wooden chair, said, her voice was a little hoarse, "I know that my grandmother concealed things from me. Brother Anian is the so-called holy child. Sacrifice the Holy Child of Destiny."

She didn't raise her head, but just twitched her nose slightly, but the face hidden under the long hair was trembling slightly, Zhuo Ke Tuo Da stared at her bare toes, and continued to mutter.

"He always knew his identity, and he still wanted to return to the village. As a result, that night, on that ordinary night, he died quietly on the sacrificial altar!"

Zhuo Ketuoda didn't rub her dry and swollen eyes, she suddenly tore off her robe, pulled something out of her arms, and threw it on the ground like crazy.

Throwing things hit the ground heavily, and the yellowed old paper was scattered, just like the emotions that had been suppressed in the girl's heart for a long time suddenly erupted at this moment.

"I found this in the attic of my house, it belonged to my grandmother." Zhuo Ketuoda seemed to have a smile on his face, but the expression that seemed to be crying and smiling was soon surrounded by more intense pain.

She let out two short meaningless laughs, then slowly curled up her shoulders and hugged her head.

"My grandma knows everything, how Ah Nian disappeared in this village, and why he came back, she knows everything... But, I didn't even know that he had a complete family."

Zhuo KeTuoDa beat her left chest fiercely, and what was missing there was so painful that she almost suffocated, "A Nian can escape completely, but he still came back, came back to accept this damn fate, for... ...in my place!"

The girl's voice was choked up to the point of indistinctness, Xie Jin's face was numb due to grief, and his face was finally a little moved. When he was about to help Zhuo Ketuoda who was about to kneel on the ground, someone took him a step faster.

Wen Nuan's big hands stabilized the girl's trembling shoulders, Wen Liang took out a handkerchief from nowhere, and gently wiped away the mixture of tears and snot for Zhuo Ke Tuo Da.

He handed the veil to Zhuo Ketuoda, looked at Xie Jin's bewildered face, and sighed deeply.

"Let me tell you, Zhuo Ketuoda, you adjust your mood first." Wen Liang paced back to the window, the moonlight stretched his back very long, Wen Liang's face was expressionless.

"A week ago, when you just got on the train, I called you." Wen Liang's eyes seemed to penetrate Xie Jin's face, looking somewhere further away.

The light in the room was dim, and the moonlight shone on him, turning those gray-blue pupils into almost black gray. No one noticed that Wen Liang's lips trembled for a moment, he paused, "...at that time we He Nian's body was found."

"To be precise, Qu Ting discovered it. She is very sensitive to blood as a red-clothed woman with evil spirit. But when we arrived, it was too late."

The cry of the girl in front of him seemed to be louder, just like when he saw He Nian that night, Wen Liang closed his eyes, "His neck was opened with a three-inch long gash, the blood flowed along with it. As his body flowed to the dark trough below him, there was no trace of blood on his naked and pale body."

Wen Liang suddenly opened his eyes. There were too many emotions mixed in those gray-blue eyes, including pity, anger, and pain, but after he opened his eyes, those emotions were fleeting, and he returned to the somewhat inhumane state again. expressionless state.

"...Ho." Xie Jin raised his hand to cover his face, the crystal liquid hit the ground along the gap between his fingers, splashing silent flowers, emotions surged in his heart, he felt that he was about to be killed by a giant named sad The waves drowned and swept into the suffocating bottom.

"But He Nian is laughing." Wen Liang's words suddenly dragged Xie Jin away from the sea of ​​suffering and returned to the more painful reality. Xie Jin suspected that he had heard it wrong. He looked at Wen Liang with puzzlement, hoping that the other party could explain .

"He Nian died on that sacrificial altar, and he was smiling when we saw him." Wen Liang looked up at the sky, seeing the full moon exactly the same as that night, "It's like, the altar he stepped on voluntarily .”

"How could it be..." Xie Jin frowned into the word "Chuan". He couldn't believe his ears, and even suspected that he had heard it wrong for a while, "I was sacrificed willingly, by whom? The Zhao family?"

He suddenly stood up from the bed, and Jiu who was next to him was startled by Xie Jin's reaction, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Impossible, it's absolutely impossible! How could Ah Nian sacrifice voluntarily, this..."

Those memory fragments suddenly flashed in his mind, whether it was He Nian who sneaked into Zhao's house and met He Nian who was locked up with the red snake, or He Nian who came back and left suddenly that night, Xie Jin suddenly realized the problem.

From the beginning to the end, all actions of He Nian seemed to be out of his own heart, including deliberately avoiding them, and those memories all pointed to the truth—He Nian was indeed voluntary.

"Impossible, why? It doesn't make sense, why would he..." Xie Jin's legs gave way, and he sat down heavily on the bed, hugging his head like Zhuo Ke Tuo Da.

The brain hurts badly, this is too unbelievable, what is the Holy Child?Why did He Nian sacrifice his own life without reservation?

Xie Jin suddenly remembered Zhuo Ketuoda's nonsense in the chaos, and a bad guess arose in his heart. He suddenly looked up at the silent girl in front of him, and now his voice was trembling.

"You said to replace you just now." Xie Jin felt that his heart was being severely injured by a sledgehammer, and the sore spot that was smashed to pieces made him gasp, "What will replace you, can you tell me?"

"The so-called holy boy is a sacrificial object selected from among the children of the villagers in the past dynasties. The holy boy has been burdened with the mission of offering sacrifices to the immortals since childhood, and will be sacrificed to the immortals they enshrine on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony."

Wen Liang slowly bent down and picked up the scattered yellow papers from the ground, "This is Zhuo Ketuoda's grandmother, it is recorded in this book."

He gathered those old papers together and handed them to Xie Jin, with a strange look in his eyes, "But when He Nian suddenly disappeared from the village, even if the Zhao family would not tolerate the blank period of the disappearance of the so-called holy boy , so you guessed the answer."

A huge amount of information was mixed in his mind, and Xie Jin had no choice but to understand it to the maximum. In fact, he had a hunch, including the hint given by Wen Liang, which was already considered explicit.

He looked at Zhuo Ketuoda's face covered by hair, the girl's former vivacity and agility no longer existed, and the grief she expressed all day long was not just as simple as losing a dear one, but more buried in the deepest part of her heart Yes, guilt.

Xie Jin subconsciously caressed the thick notebook. The texture of the cover seemed to be sheepskin. He opened his mouth and gave the answer he understood in silence.

"There is not only one saint child, they are...a group?" In the years when He Nian disappeared, the Zhao family would definitely choose the next saint child secretly, and the replacement that Zhuo Ketuoda mentioned naturally refers to this.

Xie Jin covered his already miserable face with his palm. He looked at Wen Liang and asked in disbelief, "So Zhuo Ke Tuo Da is also a holy boy?"

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