East China Sea dust

Chapter 112

On October [-]th, the water official relieved the misfortune.

The zenith seemed to have been splashed with thick ink, and the torrential rain fell in a panic. Accompanied by deafening thunder, the raindrops entangled into a fine net amidst the snow-white lightning.

Rumbling--

I only heard the thunder falling straight down, as violent as if it was about to split the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas on the ground, it made people's heart jump, and they couldn't help covering their ears, and they didn't dare to spy on Tianwei again.

The streets in Jinyang City have long been empty, and the doors and windows of every house are closed.The rain was fierce, but in less than half an hour, the flood water had covered most of the mossy stone steps.

There are two lanterns hanging in front of the porch of every household, but the candles in them were extinguished a long time ago, and there are hundreds of plain empty lanterns left on the long street, swaying alone in the strong wind.

Immediately afterwards, another flash of white light flashed, and amidst the deafening thunder, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind the half-cracked stone lion on Suzaku Street.

In an instant, a white figure jumped into the rain curtain, braved the heavy rain, and ran all the way on the empty street.

The man's steps were chaotic, but not slow. He was wearing a snow-white robe that reached to his ankles. He stepped into the puddle with his foot, and the splashing muddy water instantly soaked the edge of the robe.

Regardless of the dirt on her body and the fierce rain between the sky and the earth, Zhang Qinglan gritted her teeth and ran towards the outside of Jinyang City.

The teenager's black hair at the sideburns was wet by the rain, and clinging to his pale and thin cheeks, it was sticky and tangled into a ball.He raised his hand and frantically wiped off the drops of water hanging from his eyelashes, but even so, the scene in front of him was still blurred by the torrential rain, making it hard to see clearly.

The secret room where he was imprisoned was located in the depths of Jinyang City, but the altar for the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony was set up on the iron vine cliff along the East China Sea. The difference between the two is more than ten miles... Zhang Ningyue took pains to stop him .

Zhang Qinglan's brows and eyes were gradually stained with a trace of evil spirit, and the originally clear and penetrating eyes also became dark in the rainy night.

……

As time went by, the downpour showed no signs of weakening, but became more violent, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the person, causing slight pain.

The strong wind broke all the thin branches of the trees on the edge of the cliff, leaving a mess on the muddy mountain road.

Zhang Qinglan's lips were blue, her robe was covered with cold rainwater, and her fingertips sank deeply into her palms, relying on the pain caused by such self-abuse to keep her mind clear.

At the moment when he was about to climb up the iron vine cliff, he heard a trombone blowing from a rhinoceros horn that shook the cliff, followed by countless low and hoarse singing voices, pious and solemn.

It's just that this reverence and solemnity is mixed with an indescribable weirdness, like a white jade with a slight blemish, and a clear pond stained with ink.

Hearing that familiar chant, the young man was shocked, and instantly tore off the thick vine in his hand.

He couldn't stop using his hands and feet, staggering towards the top of the mountain, but inadvertently kicked a rock lying halfway, and fell hard to the ground.

For a moment, his whole body was in severe pain, and the young man let out a muffled grunt. He struggled for an unknown amount of time before he managed to get up, staring at the altar that was slowly rising far away from the top of the mountain.

The veins on the back of the hand were bulging, and Zhang Qinglan used both hands and feet, trying to struggle out of the mud, and limped towards the altar.

——On the cliff, hundreds of envoys in white robes gathered around the altar, with gilt masks on their faces, hands in seals on their chests, half-closed eyes, and muttering words in their mouths.

The humming chant sounded slowly in the mighty world, as if a stone was thrown into the calm lake water.

Immediately, there was a strong wind on the cliff, and the thin clouds in the sky split like a spider web, and a bolt of lightning struck straight down towards the 28 golden nanmu trees around the altar!

Seeing this, the white-robed envoy not only did not leave, but even more crazily admired expression appeared on his face.They quickly raised their arms, and then the crowd split into two and retreated to the left and right.

When the lightning dissipated slowly, the 28 golden nanmu trees became more and more dazzling in the rain, and the chest was carved with dense and strange runes, which actually contained a hint of blood, which was extremely evil.

The high priest walked out of the crowd with one hand behind his back, his body was covered with a layer of spiritual energy to keep the raindrops out, and the black feather cloak on his body was not even half wet.

Soon a person beside him stood up, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands, lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Priest, the sacrifices for the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony are ready."

"The auspicious time has come, please invite the high priest to preside over the ceremony."

The back of the old man's bare hands was as dry as bark, but now he was holding the staff tightly, showing distinct tendons and blood vessels.

Hearing the white-robed messenger's words, the high priest nodded slightly to show his agreement, and slowly stepped up to the altar under the eagerly looking eyes of everyone.

In the middle of the high platform is a bronze furnace tripod that is exactly the same as three days ago. The bronze tripod is as high as two people. flow down.

... There is still a person kneeling in front of the bronze tripod.

The man's face was obscured by the long hair scattered on his forehead, making it blurry.Perhaps because of the drug, he knelt on his knees, his head bowed, his hands were tied behind his back, and he remained motionless.

The high priest stood in front of the bronze tripod, his eyes under the mask were old and cloudy.

After all, the art of witchcraft has declined. He has been a high priest for decades, and it has been too long since he has enjoyed such a wonderful feeling of being admired by all people.

As long as today is over, after this day's sacrificial ceremony...he is Jinyang's benefactor, the god of Jinyang!

The high priest trembled slightly. He felt the blood surge in his chest. He almost couldn't hold the staff in his hand. He took a few steps forward and then turned around, turning his back to the "sacrifice".

Looking at the admiring sights under the high platform, the high priest was so excited that he almost went crazy.

He was so arrogant that he didn't even confirm whether the sacrifice was the "Three Sons of Yuguo Gong" chosen by the gods, and hurried to the edge of the altar. The old man raised his staff and shouted in the storm:

"The auspicious time has come, and the ceremony will begin!"

The envoys in white robes let out a cry of agreement, and then spread out, carrying all the livestock, melons and fruits that had been placed under the altar to the bronze tripod.

The 28 pieces of golden nanmu were ignited by the high priest with spiritual power, and the raging fire rose into the sky in an instant, and the flames lit up the sky like blood, enveloping the entire altar.

The high priest's eyes were red, and the spiritual power in the sea of ​​air was continuously drawn away by the staff to keep the fireworks alive.

The envoys in white robes gathered around the altar, chanting strange music together, and walked slowly around the furnace, changing their formation several times.

The priest stood in the middle of the high platform and held the staff horizontally, with blue veins on his forehead, as if he was holding a heavy weight, he tried his best to lift it up to the top of his head: "The slander book is recommended, and the emperor's god will enjoy it. After all the dances, [-]% of them are done." ... Fuze Sifang, bless me Jinyang!"

As soon as the words fell, white lights flickered on the staff like a wooden branch, and they stretched outward like chains, closely connecting the bronze furnace cauldron with 28 vermilion lacquered wooden pillars.

The ceremony was so grand that at first glance, it seemed as if it could really fight against the sky. An umbrella-shaped transparent barrier was opened to isolate the pouring rain from the outside.

Zhang Qinglan had climbed to the top of the mountain at this time, with one hand propped on the stone wall beside her, blood slowly flowed into her eyes from her forehead, and her vision was red.

The young man was in a state of distress, his legs seemed to be filled with a thousand catties of gravel, and his fingertips were also covered in bloody sludge.Before he could catch his breath for a moment, he watched those men in white robes surrounded by the high platform walk towards the man kneeling in front of the bronze tripod under the order of the high priest!

The two leaders set up Ao Zhan, bound his hands and feet to the side of the bronze tripod, and then another person came out - all three of them drew a short jade knife from their waists and surrounded them.

Soon, the high priest nodded.Following his order, the three white-robed emissaries immediately raised their daggers and stabbed the "sacrifice" in the heart!

Zhang Qinglan's eyes were red and she was almost suffocated. She staggered out in the rainstorm, trying to stop all this from happening: "No, uh...!"

Unexpectedly, before the word "no" could be uttered, a huge force came from behind and pulled him back directly.The other party tightly covered the boy's mouth, preventing him from making any more sound.

At this moment, the three short blades went straight into the chest of the man hanging in front of the bronze tripod!

... Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and there was almost dead silence between heaven and earth.

The young man was stiff all over, watching the blood gurgling from the man's heart, his pupils constricted, he almost forgot to breathe.

This kind of pain is unforgettable that a hundred years is not enough to erase.

Finally, the snow-white lightning flashed crazily above the sky, and then there were dozens of earth-shattering bangs, and the sound of thunder exploded in everyone's ears, as if it was going to split the cliff at any moment.

Seeing that he was motionless, the people behind him let go of their hands lightly, breathed coldly across the ears, and asked in a deep voice, "How does it feel to watch the fire from the other side?"

The familiar voice sounded like thunder, awakening Zhang Qinglan from his daze.

In front of him was the scene of Ao Zhan lying in a pool of blood. He was dragged to the edge of the cliff by the white-robed envoy, and he was about to be thrown into the East China Sea.But the same familiar voice came from the ear, as if the heavenly sacrifice ceremony had never happened, and no one had died.

Zhang Qinglan was in a state of confusion, he was dizzy, and panickedly grabbed the other person's hand on his shoulder: "Ao, Ao Zhan, is that you?"

But the people behind tightly locked the young man's shoulders, not letting him turn his head, and whispered in his ear: "Zhang Qinglan... How does it feel to watch the fire from the other side?"

"Why didn't you save me?"

"How dare you not save me!"

"Alan... You have deceived me so much."

The rain became more and more violent, and the sound of the wind passed by his ears like the roar of a lion and the roar of a tiger. Zhang Qinglan closed her eyes forcefully, and stretched out her hand to gently caress the hands on her shoulders.

The young man was thin and crumbling in the rain, but at this moment there was an untimely relieved smile on his pale face——

Just at the moment when everyone didn't react!

Braving the heavy rain, the boy rushed straight towards the edge of the cliff where the man's body was.He vigorously knocked away the white-robed envoys on both sides, put his hands on Ao Zhan's cold back, and held him tightly in his arms.

Take a leap.