"Scatter, scatter!" But I saw a group of people yelling on the road, driving pedestrians to both sides.
Ling Qingyu hurriedly grabbed Xiao Se, stood aside, and saw a group of people coming from another road, with two shoulders in the middle, a woman with gorgeous costumes and makeup was sitting on the shoulder in front, and a woman with beautiful makeup was sitting on the shoulder in the back. It's a teenager.
The young man's skin was very fair, which was quite different from his other clansmen. His complexion was as if he hadn't seen the sun for many years. The young man had a correct posture and looked at the woman on the shoulders in front of him with intense eyes.
When the people on both sides saw the shoulder man approaching, they all fell to the ground and saluted, and Ling Qingyu and his group seemed abrupt.
Ling Qingyu pulled Xiao Se back a step and lowered his head. The woman's shoulders stopped in front of them, and the woman talked to the man who brought them, and then laughed.
The man took a gold nugget from the woman's servant and passed it to Ling Qingyu, then motioned her to take out the silk.
Ling Qingyu weighed it, and it was estimated to be about twenty taels, and he signaled to hand over the piece of silk to them.
The man unfolded the silk in the sun, and the dazzling colors made the woman sit up straight at once, and then said a few words with a smile.
The man backed up in response, the woman waved, and the team continued to move forward, while the surrounding Indians waited for the team to leave, and hurriedly stood up and walked towards the city.
The man started to gesture again, and his body language was very rich. Ling Qingyu looked at it for a long time, and said to himself: "A lot? A lot of gold? Change my silk? Well, this can be considered."
Seeing Ling Qingyu nod his head, the man hurriedly signaled him to go in quickly, Ling Qingyu nodded, and then said to Yan San: "Please be careful, they seem to have some kind of gathering here today."
As the crowd entered a large square in the central part of the city, there were already many people in the square, and more people were gathering from the four major roads in the city.
Looking at the sacrificial altar in the middle of the square, Ling Qingyu thought, she knew what she was going to do. The Qibucha people had priesthood first, that is, the system of priests and chiefs, and the biggest celebration was when they worshiped the gods. Came across this.
"Let's go to the side." Ling Qingyu said to Xiao Ke, and then took the lead to go to the stone pillar on the side of the square.
When they just found an inconspicuous corner to stand still, the square was already quiet, and then there was a singing sound, and with the melodious singing, the beautiful woman led the boy up to the altar.
"What are they doing?" Xiao Se asked.
"Human sacrifice." Ling Qingyu gritted his teeth and said.
Human sacrifice? Xiao Se nodded, he had heard from his father.
When the beautiful woman took the young man's hand and walked to the middle of the altar, everyone in the square knelt down. In order not to attract attention, Ling Qingyu also took the lead in squatting down, anyway, it was fine not to show her head.
The woman stood on the high altar and said a few words loudly, and singing began to sound all around the square. The singing was melodious, full of prayers and admiration for God.
The woman gently led the boy to the stone bed in the middle of the altar, and the boy lay on the stone bed himself, and whispered a few words to the woman.
Ling Qingyu and the others are a little far away from the altar, but Yan San and Yan Qi's eyesight is far beyond human comparison, both of them can see, the boy's eyes on the woman are so hot, just like looking at his beloved **** .
The woman sang loudly, which merged with the singing of the people in the square below, solemn and sacred. The woman raised the golden dagger in her hand high.
Ling Qingyu wanted to cover Xiao Se's eyes, but the young boy broke away from his hand, wanting Xiao Ke to hug him.
Yan San held Ling Qingyu tightly in his arms, and said softly, "Don't watch if you don't want to."
Ling Qingyu turned her head and buried her face in Yan San's arms. Everyone in the square cheered, and then louder singing rang out.
The woman had already stabbed the golden dagger into the boy's chest, and then cut a big wound, exposing the beating heart of the boy.
When the woman reached out to take out the heart, Yan San saw the young man smile and say something, the woman's hand paused, and then continued to reach in, and as the bright red heart was taken out, the boy also stopped He took a breath, but there was a satisfied smile on his face. The woman lifted her heart high and put it into the hole above the altar, and there was a roar of applause from below.
"He did it voluntarily." Yan San whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear. Volunteering to be sent to the altar by one's beloved as a sacrifice.
"Well, they were raised as sacrifices since they were young, so he should be related to that woman." Ling Qingyu still lay on Yan San's chest and said sullenly. According to the research of archaeologists in later generations, the Qibucha people hold a sacrifice to the gods every twelve years. The sacrifices are young people of royal blood raised in the temple. As sacrifices to the gods, it is very important for those young people. A noble thing, but Ling Qingyu still feels cruel.
Afterwards, the people in the square emptied the inside and started various activities, dancing and singing, and some people directly set up stalls to trade. It was very lively, as if no one died just now.
The crowded crowd also dispersed, and everyone went to find their own activities. The Indian man squeezed over and motioned for Ling Qingyu to follow him.
A group of people followed the man through the crowd and came to the large palace-like building behind the altar. After the man talked to the guard at the gate, he led them into the palace.
The palace was built of stone, and there were two rows of Indian warriors standing on both sides of the palace, with huge feather crowns on their heads, looking at them with unfriendly eyes.
The man asked Ling Qingyu to let his followers wait in the outer hall, and she was the only one to go in with him, but Yan San naturally disagreed, and in the end other people waited outside, Ling Qingyu brought Yan San and Yan Qi to follow him in.
Before leaving, Ling Qingyu gave Xiao Ke a warning look, then glanced at Xiao Se, Xiao Ke nodded, but as soon as Ling Qingyu entered, Xiao Se had already gone to pull the feather of the Indian warrior, Xiao Ke immediately hugged him, and then let the iron guard Surrounded around, compare eyes with those Indian warriors.
The stone house behind the main hall is not big, less than twenty square meters. There is a bed in the innermost part of the stone house, and there are several stone benches beside the bed.
The woman sat on the stone bench at the head of the bed and watched the maid clean up the boy's body on the bed. They washed the blood off his body and stuffed a heart made of gold into it. Another maid took in the piece of silk, Then spread it out and covered the young ****'s body.
"Wait." The woman shouted, and then turned her eyes to the man and Ling Qingyu who had been standing at the door.
The woman said a few words, and the man began to gesture to Ling Qingyu again.
Ling Qingyu estimated that what he meant was to exchange for more silk. Looking at the pale body of the young man covered by the beautiful silk at home, Ling Qingyu hesitated. She was not very clear about the civilization and customs of this area. Now it seems that this young man is not Ordinary status, otherwise such a luxurious funeral object would not be used, but Ling Qingyu felt very uneasy in her heart, and that emotion affected her, so she did not answer the man's words for a while.
The woman's complexion became impatient, and she got up to give some instructions.
Seeing her get up, Yan San pulled Ling Qingyu back, and the three of them retreated away from the door. At this moment, they heard a bleak voice in front of the main hall shouting: "Help me! Evil woman!"
Ling Qingyu's expression changed, and he hurried to the front hall. Before reaching the gate, Xiao Ke and the iron guards had already retreated to this side protecting Xiao Se.
There is a large space between the front hall and the back stone house, and some decorations are placed on the compacted mud floor.
Xiao Ke led people to meet Ling Qingyu, and was surrounded by many Indian warriors swarming out in this open space.
Walking out of the front hall was a tall man covered in gold ornaments all over his body and a huge ornate feather crown.
The woman also walked out of the stone house, and instead of looking at Ling Qingyu and the others who were surrounded in the middle, the two began to quarrel fiercely.
"What are they doing?" Yan Qi asked.
"Arguing." Ling Qingyu replied concisely. Then there was a burst of blank stares, but they could only shrug their shoulders and couldn't understand a word. Who knew what they were arguing about
General Yan San looked around, and said to Xiao Ke: "Let's go out from the front hall." Except for the spacious entrance from the front hall, the rest of the place is very narrow and not suitable for group battles. , could be caught or killed.
Not long after the man and the woman quarreled, the woman waved her hand and turned back to the stone house. The man smiled triumphantly and yelled.
Following the man's cry, the Indian warriors charged forward brandishing their weapons.
"Yan San, grab that golden man." Ling Qingyu said softly.
Yan San kicked a little, raised his body from the crowd, swept to the side of the golden man, strangled his neck from behind, and pressed the long sword on his neck.
At this time, the iron guards and the Indian warriors had already fought together, and no one noticed that their leader had been arrested, and the maids standing next to the man acted as if they hadn't seen them, and walked past the kidnapper and the kidnapped. continue their work.
Ling Qingyu was very speechless. Seeing that the leader seemed to be terrified, his face turned pale and his mouth muttered but he couldn't make a sound, and shouted: "Your leaders have been arrested, why are you beating them?"
Those Indians couldn't understand her words and still attacked vigorously, Xiao Ke looked at Ling Qingyu and said: "Master Ling, this is not the way."
Ling Qingyu turned his head to look at their chaotic battle, his face darkened, and he said, "Xiao Ke, I want your life, so what is your passive resistance?"
"Can it be killed?" Xiao Ke asked.
"If you don't kill them, wait to be killed." Ling Qingyu sighed.
"Brothers, you can kill! Kill!" Xiao Ke yelled, and the sword in his hand suddenly became fierce. The other iron guards were also shocked when they heard this, and with a loud roar, those defensive flamboyance immediately turned into a fierce offensive.
Dozens of corpses of Indian warriors were lying in the open space. Only then did the Indian warriors come to look for instructions from their leader. They saw the hostage-takers who were leisurely watching the theater and the kidnapped who were about to faint, pouring out from the front hall again. The warriors stopped.
The woman walked out of the stone house again, frowned when she saw the scene in front of her, and looked at the golden man with contempt.