Miyou is dreaming again.
In the dream, she was like an onlooker God's perspective, seeing a story in its entirety.
A slender, white, masculine hand was cleaning a wooden box little by little, putting a dozen or so quaint long nails into it one by one. The bottom of the box was covered with a thick layer of incense ash, and the spikes were wrapped with red thread. The outside of the wooden box looks ordinary, but the inside walls are engraved with unknown runes.
The protagonist of the story is a young and beautiful girl in her twenties or thirties. She is young, but lifeless, she looks lifeless, her eyes seem to be ashes that have burned out the sparks, and she can't see any hope.
Miyou has an inexplicable feeling that this story is what this girl wants her to read. So Miyou looked around curiously.
Looking at the surrounding buildings and the furnishings in the house, it should be from the Ming Dynasty even before that. It's a pity that Miyou's line of sight cannot be separated from the protagonist of this story, so she can't see more information.
The young girl was walking in the village, and everyone who passed by subconsciously avoided her, as if they were disgusted or fearful.
The girl seemed to be used to it, she didn't speak or pay attention, and walked her own way, looking at the scenery, as if everything pleased her more than people.
She lives alone, and she seems to have no family or friends in the village, and everyone subconsciously avoids her.
After enjoying the scenery quietly, the girl went back to her room, changed into beautiful clothes, and then a gray-haired old woman brought a bowl of dark soup. The girl called the old woman Master.
The old woman shook her head: "I can't afford to be your master. Fortunately, if you agree to this matter, then we will be cancelled." The old woman said coldly, put the bowl on the table and went out.
Miyou was very curious, this girl seemed to be healthy and healthy, why did she drink soup
The girl sat there quietly, without moving or speaking for a long time, grabbing the skirt so hard that she almost wanted to tear the fabric. After a while, she let go of her hand and calmed down, took up the cold soup and drank it down in one gulp.
"Curious, aren't you?"
A voice smiled and asked in the ear, it was the girl's voice.
Mi You nodded and looked around, but couldn't see the girl.
With a gentle force, she turned her head to the scene in front of her, and the girl began to vomit blood, mouthfuls of black and red blood gushing out from her mouth, staining her clothes. The girl lay on the side of the bed and refused to listen to vomiting blood, as if she wanted to vomit all the blood in her body.
She twitched in pain for a while, but didn't move.
The voice in the ear said calmly: "I am Nagu, the witch here. Or, I was originally the witch here."
The white-haired old woman was supposed to be the previous priestess, but she is still serving as the tribal priestess, because the successor priestess Nagu, who she raised since she was a child, confided in her that she likes girls.
The old witch was furious.
According to the local tribal rules, witches are servants of the gods, messengers of the gods on the earth, and they are to marry the elders of the tribe, because the elders of the tribe are the incarnations of the descendants of the gods in the world. How could a witch be unwilling to marry? What's more, the reason she doesn't want to marry is that she has another person she likes, who is still a woman.
In that era, liking the same sex was a terrible sin. Miko liking the same sex represented uncleanness in addition to sin.
So she lost her title of witch, was no longer respected by people in the tribe, and became a sinner of the tribe.
After several seasons of natural disasters came, Nagu intensified and became a sinner who was hated and punished by the gods.
Nagu is naturally very spiritual, and she is very good at all the skills that a witch should master, and she can be described as profound in prophecy and spells. With her ability, even if she loses the title of witch, even if people in the tribe disdain or even hate her, they dare not show it in front of her, because people are more afraid of her.
But when disaster strikes, the will to survive overcomes fear.
On a full moon night, people in the tribe surrounded Nagu's house with torches, knocked on her door, and asked her to promise to use her death to appease the wrath of the gods and eliminate the disasters that fell.
Nagu looked at those people who hated the people who said righteousness in their eyes, and sneered without any fluctuation, and was about to close the door.
The crowd pushed several people to the front.
Her master, the former and current old witch, and the girl she adores—the cutest girl in the village, Baya.
Baya was chosen to be the next Miko.
Baya knelt on the ground and begged her to sacrifice herself for the tribe in exchange for the forgiveness of the gods, so that everyone in the tribe and Baya's parents and relatives could be redeemed. And Baya himself will take over Nagu to complete Nagu's unfinished mission, marry the elders of the tribe, and become the next witch.
Nagu looked into Baya's eyes.
Those clear eyes that she once loved the most are now stained with the filth of desire.
"At that moment, my love died along with my soul," said Nagu.
She said yes.
But that's just the beginning.
Nagu is a witch. Even if she didn't take over the position of witch in a serious way, everyone, including her master, knew that Nagu was the strongest witch, and no one could suppress her. And when she died under the circumstances of betrayal by her lover and abandonment by the tribe, she would definitely become a demon after death.
If she harbored hatred, even after her death, even if the disaster from the gods was eliminated, Nagu herself would be a disaster that the tribe could not resist.
So they made more excessive demands.
This time, Nagu rejected Baya.
"My love is not without boundaries. I am willing to die for my love and for the tribe, but I will be free after death."
Things are deadlocked.
People in the tribe are increasingly fearful and resentful. Wherever Baya went, she could see the people secretly watching her whispering and planning plots that she didn't know about.
In such an environment, it is difficult for people not to breed malice and resentment.
"Originally, after I died, I might do something irreversible, but things turned around later, and I met... my lord." Nagu said with some nostalgia, and gently pushed Miyou.
So the scene changed, and Mi You saw the owner of the beautiful hands that packed things.
Nagu didn't know whether it was out of respect or fear, but she didn't seem to dare to look him directly. So Mi You only saw a free and easy figure in a toga with long sleeves.
This lord was invited by the tribe to pay Nagu.
But instead of fighting, he enters Nagu's house and talks to her for a while. When he went out again, Nagu agreed to the excessive demands of the tribe.
Because of the masking words, the next two stories were deleted.
Never want to be blocked again... QAQ
It was a pain to rewrite, and the saved manuscripts that were finally made were gone.
In the past two days, I will work hard to code words, and try to make up for the empty ones that have not been updated a few days ago.
Thank you for your monthly tickets and recommended tickets~
(end of this chapter)