The Secret History of Mars

An altar had been set up early in front of the olive oil pool in front of the statue. In the middle of the altar, there was space for one person to lie down. The altar was decorated with wheat grains of various colors. The entire altar faced the jade statue of Empress Tu.

The priests had already begun the pre-sacrifice ceremony. This was the first sacrifice in hundreds of years. All the priests, including the high priest, were extremely solemn and excited.

Wen Yuze carried the sleeping Ye Qinghe to the altar amid the prayers of the priests, and gently placed her in the middle of the altar surrounded by wheat. Put the crystal ball with the demon silk in Ye Qinghe's hand, then let her arms close in front of her chest, and the crystal ball pressed on Ye Qinghe's chest.

Outside Wenye Hall, on the steps at the top of the pyramid, Feng Shuhai had been painted blue all over and wore a pointed headdress on his head. In the middle of the steps, echoing the altar in the hall where Ye Qinghe was lying, was a raised altar table. Feng Shuhai lay on his back on the altar, which made his chest and abdomen rise while his head and limbs drooped. Four priests surrounded Feng Shuhai, grabbing his limbs and pulling his body straight.

In the bedroom on the second floor of Wenye Palace, Yuan Yizhou was awakened by the loud sound of gongs and drums downstairs. When he opened his eyes, he saw Cui Xingmeng lying next to him, sleeping soundly. Yuan Yizhou kissed his lover's forehead gently and tried to sit up, but he felt dizzy and fell onto the bed again, feeling exhausted.

But the sacrificial activities downstairs were really inspiring. Yuan Yizhou struggled and reluctantly got out of bed, and went to the balcony on the second floor to look downstairs. The sight in front of him made the hairs on his body stand up instantly. His legs, which were already barely supporting his body, went limp and he collapsed on the balcony. Through the hole in the balcony stone railing, Yuan Yizhou had a panoramic view of the bloody and cruel scene in front of him.

A body covered in blue, the chest cavity had been cut open from the left rib, and there was a bloody black hole there, which should be the location of the heart. But at this time, the heart was nowhere to be found. Because of the angle, Yuan Yizhou could not see the whole body of the sacrifice, but he had a very ominous premonition in his heart.

Yuan Yizhou struggled to crawl out of the bedroom, holding on to the wall, and finally moved to the steps downstairs. Standing at the steps, he could have a panoramic view of all the sacrificial activities in front of the statue in the front hall.

The heart that had disappeared from the body was currently being held in the hands of the high priest. Whether it was Yuan Yizhou's illusion, the heart seemed to be still beating.

The high priest wiped the blood from his heart on the smeared statue with his hand, then turned around and dipped his finger in the blood, touching the center of Ye Qinghe's eyebrows and her chest, who were lying unconscious on the altar in front of the statue. on a crystal ball.

After doing this, the high priest scooped out a large spoonful of olive oil from the olive oil pool and poured it into a heated dry pot next to the altar. As the olive oil enters the pot, a sizzling sound can be heard. The high priest continued to add two tablespoons of olive oil, and then put the heart in his hand into the dry pot, and there was another sizzling sound.

At this time, the sacrificial chanting reached its climax. The high priest walked back and forth along the altar, dancing and almost crazy! Then he suddenly froze, and the chanting of the priests around him stopped abruptly.

I saw the high priest devoutly facing the outside of Wenye Hall with the ruby ​​jade staff in his hand and raising it above his head! Soon, a beam of light shot into the ruby. The high priest knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. He stood up and turned to Ye Qinghe, who was sleeping on the altar. He held the jade staff in his hand and moved the ruby ​​on the top of the staff back and forth between Ye Qinghe's eyebrows and the crystal ball on his chest. And muttered something.

After a while, a beam of light from the ruby ​​was injected into the crystal ball, and the floc in the crystal ball began to stir and slowly disappear. The light returned from the crystal ball to the ruby. At this time, the crystal ball had no luster and was as dark as an iron ball!

The high priest moved the ruby ​​​​on the jade staff to the center of Ye Qinghe's eyebrows. The light in the ruby ​​​​appeared again, and finally the beam of light completely injected into the center of Ye Qinghe's eyebrows. At this time, the priests started chanting prayers again, and even more loudly than before. They went crazy around the altar where Ye Qinghe was lying.

The high priest walked out of Wenye Hall and out of Yuan Yizhou's sight. He only heard the chanting of prayers outside the hall that was louder than inside. Then Yuan Yizhou heard a "plop", which seemed to be the sound of an ax chopping meat, and then there seemed to be something. Something fleshy was kicked off the top of the pyramid and rolled down the steps towards the foot of the pyramid.

Then the high priest returned to the front hall and came to Wen Yuze who was standing in front of the golden statue of King Yu. He knelt down and kowtowed, "I tell you, He Bo, that the evil thread has been continued, the curse of the sacrifice has been solved, and the heavenly sacrifice has been completed!"

Wen Yuze clasped his hands in front of his chest as a return gift.

"Wen Yuze!! You actually sacrificed Shuhai alive, this is murder!!!" Yuan Yizhou was still weak, holding on to the steps, moving downstairs, and roared towards the front hall!

Yuan Yizhou's roar echoed throughout the front hall, attracting the attention of all those participating in the sacrifice. Wen Yuze just glanced at him lightly, then turned around and said to a blue priest wearing a pointed headdress behind the high priest, "Go ahead!" Then he turned around and hugged Ye Qinghe on the altar. , walked towards the back hall without looking back.

"Murderer, stop!" Yuan Yizhou's feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, and he still shouted with all his strength, "I will definitely seek justice for Shuhai!"

Seeing that Wen Yuze had disappeared from the front hall, Yuan Yizhou felt anxious, stepped on the void under his feet, and was about to fall down the steps. At this time, a blue figure flashed in front of him and supported him. It was the priest wearing a pointed headdress.

Yuan Yizhou looked up and was even more surprised, "Book Sea?!!! You're not dead? They didn't sacrifice you alive?!"

Feng Shuhai, who was wearing a priest's attire, now looked back to normal. He said in a fit of laughter and tears, "Who was sacrificed alive? Isn't it okay for me to be here?! Did you take the wrong medicine? Why are you acting like a soft-footed shrimp?" Can't stand still?"

"But just now, I clearly saw on the second floor that they took out your heart and fried it." Although Yuan Yizhou was affected by sleeping hormone and was a little sleepy, he would never have hallucinations.

"The heart that was pulled out was a sacrificial pig. The high priest recruited the animal from Yaotai. Tonight we have a whole pig feast. After the sacrifice to the sun god, it is said that it can make people live longer and cure diseases. Eliminate the disaster! "Feng Shuhai has already started to drool, "It's a pity that the pig head has been kicked off the pyramid and the heavenly sacrifice has been completed. It is probably rotten. My favorite pig brain flower cannot be eaten."

"Shuhai, what is going on?" Yuan Yizhou was completely confused by what he saw and what Feng Shuhai said.