Shi Zhen stayed on the spot for a moment, trying his best to find his mind: "This is the end of today's course."
"In addition to class recently, you still have one important thing to do." The teacher looked at all the sacrifices, and the expression on his face returned to normal. "The summer festival is coming. Before being sent to the shrine, the sacrifices People must test your pain once in the houseboat."
"Every sacrifice, everyone, I worry too much about the results of this test."
The teacher smiled kindly: "Except for the Kwai people, there should be no way for your pain level to reach the standard. After all, it's only the summer festival, and you have to wait until the winter festival to mature."
"Dear sacrifices, people can go now." The teacher turned his head to look at Kwai, the smile on his face became meaningful, "But Kwai people will stay a little longer."
"Depending on the level of your pain, this year's summer festival is completely ready for the offering."
"In order to minimize your pain, in the next few days, we will do some extra special counseling for you, so that your pain can be exchanged for the most valuable desire for the Beiyuan family."
The teacher stood in front of Kwai, with a weird smile on his face, looking down at Kwai condescendingly:
"Kwai, people are already six years old, right? It's the age to fall in love. Now you already know what a beautiful love is like."
"Then it's time to taste the painful side of love."
"On the day we will gather a group of [Prince: People], and people can be the [Princess: People] to choose the person you choose to have experienced love."
The teacher smiled: "They are all very good [Prince People]."
"These [prince people] are handsome-looking attendants selected from the houseboat by the Kitahara family, but are about to freeze to death."
"The Beiyuan family rescued them from the cage and told them that they were saved because of the kindness of the people, so they admired you very much."
"They love you naturally, just like the Shiba Inu dog that people once liked. As long as you stretch out your hand, you can easily get their love and loyalty to you."
"Of course you can choose these [Princes]." The teacher leaned over and approached Kui's ear and smiled kindly, "When we get there, we will be like It is to deal with the cats and dogs you want on the boat, and deal with these [princes] people who love you."
"I hope [Princess People] will be so cruel."
The light of the Kwaiyan who had just stood up disappeared inch by inch. She lowered her head, her tone of silence as if she had fallen into a well: "Okay, teacher."
"I will choose a [Prince人] well."
That night.
Kwai lay hollow on the edge of the window sill, her long hair sliding down her shoulders.
A sunny doll hung under the eaves of the attic where her brother and the dog had been hanged. It swayed in the dark. The windows of the high attic were so dark that even the moonlight came in. It was as dark as a towering one. coffin.
A little light appeared in the dark mountains and forests.
Kwai moved her eyeballs, and her facial features that had been stagnant on her face moved suddenly, and she snorted: “It’s again.”
Bai Liuti walked the lantern on the road between the mountains, approaching the top of the mountain.
Kui moved, she lay on her hands, folded her hands, looked at Bai Liu in a daze, and muttered to herself: "...this guy has survived until now..."
"Does love really have such a magical power?"
Bailiu walked to the entrance of the shrine, and soon a voice came from inside.
The voice was slightly urgent, but it was still as clear and clean as before: "... I waited for a long time, and thought you would be here tonight."
"It turned out to be late."
"Did something happen?" Sieta asked softly, "Is the sacrifice course late, or is it because today's course hurt you and your way up the mountain is slow?"
Bai Liu, who stood outside the , still did not speak.
Because of his rapid approach to the side, Scheta was strangled by the silk thread to breathe a little, and the blood flowed a little eagerly. He looked down and saw that he placed himself on the valve that would be strangled bloody hand by the silk thread:
"Today, Bai Liu will still come in to see me, and he will say a word to me, right?"
Sheta continued to walk towards the , his hand gripped the edge of the wooden , the silk threads on his wrists and ankles contracted, sinking into his snow-white skin, and the blood flowed like a burst of blood. This tragic shape and His tone of voice seems to be gossip and homely, split:
"The thread on my body is getting more and more."
"God told me that this is the shackles that people's pain has turned into me. The more sacrifices I receive and the more pain I have experienced, the pain of these sacrifices will become silk threads entangled on me."
"It's really weird." Sheta said in a puzzled tone, "I haven't received the pain of a sacrifice recently, and the thread on my body is getting more and more."
"Whose pain is the result of these threads?"
Sheta looked down at the silk threads entwining her body, then raised her eyes to look at Mu: "Is it Bai Liu's pain?"
"But I never saw the white willow since then, and the white willow has not sacrificed to me your pain as a sacrifice. These silk threads ought to be your pain."
The semi-permeable silk threads were generated out of thin air one by one, woven into a sharp net and cut into Sieta’s face. The blood flowed down from the scar to his jaw. Sieta seemed to be ignorant of this. I calmly opened my eyes and looked at that fan of wood, with a slightly confused tone:
"... Then, if these threads are Bai Liu's pain, whose pain is it?"
Sheta frowned, and he raised his hand to cover his heart: "Why do these threads only get around me when you show up?"
Why is it that only the wounds caused by these silk threads make his heart feel particularly painful
Bai Liu still didn't speak.
It began to rain in the forest, and the sound of the rain was pattering.
In the rain and mist, Xieta heard the footsteps of Bai Liu turning away from him, and he forbeared and took a step forward.
At the moment when Sheta took that step, she seemed to respond to the sound, and countless transparent silk threads flew from all directions and tied to Sheta's limbs and torso.
As Bai Liu's footsteps went farther and farther, the silk thread on Xieta's body grew more and more, almost twisting him into a translucent cocoon that could only expose his eyes.
Blood ran down from every wound on his body and instantly stained the floor.
Sheta looked down at these threads—whenever the white willow appeared or was away, they would appear densely, trapping him here.
But God said that these threads will only be produced if he feels the exact pain from the sacrifice.
So these threads are...
The sound of Bai Liu's footsteps completely disappeared in the jungle. See, Xie Ta stood in a daze. He looked at the fan of wood suddenly, and his expression was believable for a moment.
… This time Bai Liu has left, and he has never slept before.
He was still awake, the silk thread did not disappear, and he was the only one in the entire shrine.
Sheta lowered his eyelashes slowly, and he looked at the blood-stained threads on his body without any expression on his face.
-Keep him awake, make him bruised...
It comes from his own [pain].
On the penultimate rainy night of the summer festival, at the moment when the sacrifices left , for the first time, the desireless god had [pain].
So the dense [pain] kept God sleepless, trapped God in place, and kept God on the side, willing to leave.
God clingingly pulls the [pain] on the body close to the wood that is away from the sacrifice. Day after day, God is sober and waiting for the deepening pain. The brief arrival of sacrifices in one night.
—As if God was offering sacrifices to his own [pain].
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