Chapter 447
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Shi Zhen stayed where he was for a moment, trying to regain his sanity: "Today's lesson ends here."
"Besides going to class, you have one more important thing to do recently." 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 have to come to the houseboat to examine your pain."
"After all the sacrifices, people, you don't have to worry too much about the results of this test."
The teacher smiled kindly: "Except for the people of Kui, your pain level should not be able to reach the standard. After all, it is only the summer festival, and you have to wait until the winter festival at least to mature."
"All the sacrifices, you can go now." The master turned to look at Kui, the smile on his face became meaningful, "But you, Kui, have to stay for a while."
"Based on your level of pain, this year's summer festival is completely ready to be offered."
"However, in order to minimize your pain, in the next few days, we will give you some additional special counseling, so that your pain can be exchanged for the desire to maximize the value of the Beiyuan family."
The teacher stood in front of Aoi, with a strange smile on his face, looking down at Aoi condescendingly:
"Aren't you already six years old? It's time to fall in love. Now you know what a beautiful love looks like."
"Then it's time to taste the painful side of love."
"One day we will gather a group of [princes] people, who can act as [princess people] to choose the object of love you choose."
The teacher smiled: "They are all very good [Prince people]."
"These [princes] are the handsome servants that the Beiyuan family picked out from the houseboat, but they were 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 Kui people, so they admire you very much."
"They love you naturally, just like the Shiba Inu dogs that the Chinese used to love. As long as you reach out, you can easily get their love and loyalty to you."
"Of course you can choose these [princes and people]." The master leaned close to Kui's ear and smiled kindly, "At that time, we will be like It’s like disposing of the cats and dogs you want on the ship, disposing of these [princes] who love you.”
"I hope [Princess] will be so cruel."
The light in Kui Kui's eyes that had just stood up disappeared inch by inch, she lowered her head, her tone was as calm as if she had fallen into a well: "Okay, Master."
"I will choose a [Prince, person] carefully."
that night.
Aoi lay on the edge of the window sill with blank eyes, her long hair slid down her shoulders.
A sunny doll was hung under the eaves of the attic where her brother and dog had been hanged, swinging back and forth in the night, and even the moonlight shone through the high attic windows, making it as dark as a towering doll coffin.
A little light appeared in the dark mountain forest.
Kui moved her eyeballs, and the originally stagnant facial features on her face suddenly moved, and she snorted: "It's gone again."
Bai Liu carried the lantern and walked on the road between the mountains, approaching the top of the mountain.
Li Kui moved a bit, she lay on her hands, folded her hands, looked at Bai Liu in a trance, and muttered to herself: "...this guy has survived until now..."
"Does love really have such magical power?"
Bai Liu walked to the entrance of the shrine, and a voice soon came from inside.
The voice was a little eager, but it was still as clear and clean as before: "...I have been waiting for a long time, and I thought you would come tonight."
"It turned out that it was just late."
"Did something happen to you?" Scheta asked softly, "Did you go to the sacrificial class late, or did today's class hurt you, and the way up the mountain was slow?"
Bai Liu, who was standing outside the door, still didn't speak.
Because of the quick approach to the door, Scheta was strangled by the silk thread and his breathing was a little short, and the blood flowed a little urgently. He looked down at his hand on the door valve that was about to be strangled by the silk thread and dripping with blood:
"Today, Bai Liu will still come in to see me and say a word to me, right?"
Scheta continued to walk towards the side of the fence, his hands gripped the edge of the wooden fence, the silk threads on his wrists and ankles shrunk, sinking into his snow-white skin, and blood flowed profusely immediately, this tragic shape and His tone seemed to be gossiping and family-friendly:
"There are more and more threads on my body."
"God told me that this is the shackles that people's pain has turned into on my body. The more sacrifices I receive and the more pain I experience, the pain of these sacrifices will become silk threads that wrap around my body."
"It's so strange." Scheta said in a puzzled tone, "I haven't even received the pain of the last sacrifice, and there are more and more silk threads on my body."
"Whose threads are these threads made of?"
Xieta looked down at the silk threads wrapped around his body, and then raised his eyes to look at the wood: "Is it Bai Liu's pain?"
"But I haven't seen Bai Liu since then. Bai Liu didn't sacrifice your pain to me as a sacrifice. These silk threads should be made of your pain."
The translucent silk thread was generated out of thin air one by one, weaving into a sharp net and cutting into Scheta's face, the blood flowed down the jaw from the scar, Scheta seemed to be unaware of this, he Calmly opened his eyes and looked at the wooden door, with a slightly confused tone:
"...Then if these silk threads are Bai Liu's pain, whose pain is it?"
Scheta frowned slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his heart: "Why do these silk threads wrap around me only when you appear?"
Why is it that only the wounds caused by these silk threads make his heart feel extra pain?
Bai Liu still didn't speak.
It began to rain in the forest, and the sound of the rain was pattering.
When it was raining and foggy, Xieta heard Bai Liu's footsteps turning around and leaving, he held back and took another step forward.
The moment Scheta took that step, as if in response to the sound, countless transparent silk threads flew out from all directions and tied to Scheta's limbs and torso.
With the sound of Bai Liu's footsteps going further and further away, more and more silk threads appeared on Scheta's body, almost entangled him into a semi-transparent cocoon with only eyes exposed.
Blood flowed from every wound on his body, instantly staining the floor red.
Xieta looked down at these silk threads - whenever the white willow appeared or left, they would appear densely and trap him here.
But the god has said that these threads will only be formed if he feels the exact pain from the sacrifice.
So what are these threads...
Seeing the sound of Bai Liu's footsteps completely disappearing in the jungle, Xieta stood there in a daze, staring at the wooden door suddenly, with a look of disbelief for a moment.
... This time Bai Liu left, and he never slept.
He still wakes up, the silk thread has not disappeared, and he is the only one in the entire shrine.
Scheta lowered his eyelashes slowly, he looked at the blood-stained threads on his body, without any expression on his face.
——to keep him awake, to make him bruised...
It came from his own [pain].
In the penultimate rainy night of the summer festival, at the moment when the sacrifice left, the god who had no desires and desires produced [pain] for the first time.
So the dense [pain] makes God sleepless, traps God in the same place, and keeps God on the sidelines, wishing to leave.
God persistently pulled the [pain] on his body close to the wood where the sacrifice left, just like this day after day, God was sober, waiting persistently under the deepening pain The brief arrival of sacrifices in one night.
——It was as if the god was offering his [pain] to the sacrifice.
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Shi Zhen stayed where he was for a moment, trying to regain his sanity: "Today's lesson ends here."
"Besides going to class, you have one more important thing to do recently." 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 have to come to the houseboat to examine your pain."
"After all the sacrifices, people, you don't have to worry too much about the results of this test."
The teacher smiled kindly: "Except for the people of Kui, your pain level should not be able to reach the standard. After all, it is only the summer festival, and you have to wait until the winter festival at least to mature."
"All the sacrifices, you can go now." The master turned to look at Kui, the smile on his face became meaningful, "But you, Kui, have to stay for a while."
"Based on your level of pain, this year's summer festival is completely ready to be offered."
"However, in order to minimize your pain, in the next few days, we will give you some additional special counseling, so that your pain can be exchanged for the desire to maximize the value of the Beiyuan family."
The teacher stood in front of Aoi, with a strange smile on his face, looking down at Aoi condescendingly:
"Aren't you already six years old? It's time to fall in love. Now you know what a beautiful love looks like."
"Then it's time to taste the painful side of love."
"One day we will gather a group of [princes] people, who can act as [princess people] to choose the object of love you choose."
The teacher smiled: "They are all very good [Prince people]."
"These [princes] are the handsome servants that the Beiyuan family picked out from the houseboat, but they were 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 Kui people, so they admire you very much."
"They love you naturally, just like the Shiba Inu dogs that the Chinese used to love. As long as you reach out, you can easily get their love and loyalty to you."
"Of course you can choose these [princes and people]." The master leaned close to Kui's ear and smiled kindly, "At that time, we will be like It’s like disposing of the cats and dogs you want on the ship, disposing of these [princes] who love you.”
"I hope [Princess] will be so cruel."
The light in Kui Kui's eyes that had just stood up disappeared inch by inch, she lowered her head, her tone was as calm as if she had fallen into a well: "Okay, Master."
"I will choose a [Prince, person] carefully."
that night.
Aoi lay on the edge of the window sill with blank eyes, her long hair slid down her shoulders.
A sunny doll was hung under the eaves of the attic where her brother and dog had been hanged, swinging back and forth in the night, and even the moonlight shone through the high attic windows, making it as dark as a towering doll coffin.
A little light appeared in the dark mountain forest.
Kui moved her eyeballs, and the originally stagnant facial features on her face suddenly moved, and she snorted: "It's gone again."
Bai Liu carried the lantern and walked on the road between the mountains, approaching the top of the mountain.
Li Kui moved a bit, she lay on her hands, folded her hands, looked at Bai Liu in a trance, and muttered to herself: "...this guy has survived until now..."
"Does love really have such magical power?"
Bai Liu walked to the entrance of the shrine, and a voice soon came from inside.
The voice was a little eager, but it was still as clear and clean as before: "...I have been waiting for a long time, and I thought you would come tonight."
"It turned out that it was just late."
"Did something happen to you?" Scheta asked softly, "Did you go to the sacrificial class late, or did today's class hurt you, and the way up the mountain was slow?"
Bai Liu, who was standing outside the door, still didn't speak.
Because of the quick approach to the door, Scheta was strangled by the silk thread and his breathing was a little short, and the blood flowed a little urgently. He looked down at his hand on the door valve that was about to be strangled by the silk thread and dripping with blood:
"Today, Bai Liu will still come in to see me and say a word to me, right?"
Scheta continued to walk towards the side of the fence, his hands gripped the edge of the wooden fence, the silk threads on his wrists and ankles shrunk, sinking into his snow-white skin, and blood flowed profusely immediately, this tragic shape and His tone seemed to be gossiping and family-friendly:
"There are more and more threads on my body."
"God told me that this is the shackles that people's pain has turned into on my body. The more sacrifices I receive and the more pain I experience, the pain of these sacrifices will become silk threads that wrap around my body."
"It's so strange." Scheta said in a puzzled tone, "I haven't even received the pain of the last sacrifice, and there are more and more silk threads on my body."
"Whose threads are these threads made of?"
Xieta looked down at the silk threads wrapped around his body, and then raised his eyes to look at the wood: "Is it Bai Liu's pain?"
"But I haven't seen Bai Liu since then. Bai Liu didn't sacrifice your pain to me as a sacrifice. These silk threads should be made of your pain."
The translucent silk thread was generated out of thin air one by one, weaving into a sharp net and cutting into Scheta's face, the blood flowed down the jaw from the scar, Scheta seemed to be unaware of this, he Calmly opened his eyes and looked at the wooden door, with a slightly confused tone:
"...Then if these silk threads are Bai Liu's pain, whose pain is it?"
Scheta frowned slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his heart: "Why do these silk threads wrap around me only when you appear?"
Why is it that only the wounds caused by these silk threads make his heart feel extra pain?
Bai Liu still didn't speak.
It began to rain in the forest, and the sound of the rain was pattering.
When it was raining and foggy, Xieta heard Bai Liu's footsteps turning around and leaving, he held back and took another step forward.
The moment Scheta took that step, as if in response to the sound, countless transparent silk threads flew out from all directions and tied to Scheta's limbs and torso.
With the sound of Bai Liu's footsteps going further and further away, more and more silk threads appeared on Scheta's body, almost entangled him into a semi-transparent cocoon with only eyes exposed.
Blood flowed from every wound on his body, instantly staining the floor red.
Xieta looked down at these silk threads - whenever the white willow appeared or left, they would appear densely and trap him here.
But the god has said that these threads will only be formed if he feels the exact pain from the sacrifice.
So what are these threads...
Seeing the sound of Bai Liu's footsteps completely disappearing in the jungle, Xieta stood there in a daze, staring at the wooden door suddenly, with a look of disbelief for a moment.
... This time Bai Liu left, and he never slept.
He still wakes up, the silk thread has not disappeared, and he is the only one in the entire shrine.
Scheta lowered his eyelashes slowly, he looked at the blood-stained threads on his body, without any expression on his face.
——to keep him awake, to make him bruised...
It came from his own [pain].
In the penultimate rainy night of the summer festival, at the moment when the sacrifice left, the god who had no desires and desires produced [pain] for the first time.
So the dense [pain] makes God sleepless, traps God in the same place, and keeps God on the sidelines, wishing to leave.
God persistently pulled the [pain] on his body close to the wood where the sacrifice left, just like this day after day, God was sober, waiting persistently under the deepening pain The brief arrival of sacrifices in one night.
——It was as if the god was offering his [pain] to the sacrifice.
Shi Zhen stayed where he was for a moment, trying to regain his sanity: "Today's lesson ends here." "Besides going to class, you have one more important thing to do recently." 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 have to come to the houseboat to examine your pain." "After all the sacrifices, people, you don't have to worry too much about the results of this test." The teacher smiled kindly: "Except for the people of Kui, your pain level should not be able to reach the standard. After all, it is only the summer festival, and you have to wait until the winter festival at least to mature." "All the sacrifices, you can go now." The master turned to look at Kui, the smile on his face became meaningful, "But you, Kui, have to stay for a while." "Based on your level of pain, this year's summer festival is completely ready to be offered." "However, in order to minimize your pain, in the next few days, we will give you some additional special counseling, so that your pain can be exchanged for the desire to maximize the value of the Beiyuan family." The teacher stood in front of Aoi, with a strange smile on his face, looking down at Aoi condescendingly: "Aren't you already six years old? It's time to fall in love. Now you know what a beautiful love looks like." "Then it's time to taste the painful side of love." "One day we will gather a group of princes people, who can act as princess people to choose the object of love you choose." The teacher smiled: "They are all very good Prince people." "These princes are the handsome servants that the Beiyuan family picked out from the houseboat, but they were 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 Kui people, so they admire you very much." "They love you naturally, just like the Shiba Inu dogs that the Chinese used to love. As long as you reach out, you can easily get their love and loyalty to you." "Of course you can choose these princes and people." The master leaned close to Kui's ear and smiled kindly, "At that time, we will be like It's like disposing of the cats and dogs you want on the ship, disposing of these princes who love you. "I hope Princess will be so cruel." The light in Kui Kui's eyes that had just stood up disappeared inch by inch, she lowered her head, her tone was as calm as if she had fallen into a well: "Okay, Master." "I will choose a Prince, person carefully." that night. Aoi lay on the edge of the window sill with blank eyes, her long hair slid down her shoulders. A sunny doll was hung under the eaves of the attic where her brother and dog had been hanged, swinging back and forth in the night, and even the moonlight shone through the high attic windows, making it as dark as a towering doll coffin. A little light appeared in the dark mountain forest. Kui moved her eyeballs, and the originally stagnant facial features on her face suddenly moved, and she snorted: "It's gone again." Bai Liu carried the lantern and walked on the road between the mountains, approaching the top of the mountain. Li Kui moved a bit, she lay on her hands, folded her hands, looked at Bai Liu in a trance, and muttered to herself: "...this guy has survived until now..." "Does love really have such magical power?" Bai Liu walked to the entrance of the shrine, and a voice soon came from inside. The voice was a little eager, but it was still as clear and clean as before: "...I have been waiting for a long time, and I thought you would come tonight." "It turned out that it was just late." "Did something happen to you?" Scheta asked softly, "Did you go to the sacrificial class late, or did today's class hurt you, and the way up the mountain was slow?" Bai Liu, who was standing outside the door, still didn't speak. Because of the quick approach to the door, Scheta was strangled by the silk thread and his breathing was a little short, and the blood flowed a little urgently. He looked down at his hand on the door valve that was about to be strangled by the silk thread and dripping with blood: "Today, Bai Liu will still come in to see me and say a word to me, right?" Scheta continued to walk towards the side of the fence, his hands gripped the edge of the wooden fence, the silk threads on his wrists and ankles shrunk, sinking into his snow-white skin, and blood flowed profusely immediately, this tragic shape and His tone seemed to be gossiping and family-friendly: "There are more and more threads on my body." "God told me that this is the shackles that people's pain has turned into on my body. The more sacrifices I receive and the more pain I experience, the pain of these sacrifices will become silk threads that wrap around my body." "It's so strange." Scheta said in a puzzled tone, "I haven't even received the pain of the last sacrifice, and there are more and more silk threads on my body." "Whose threads are these threads made of?" Xieta looked down at the silk threads wrapped around his body, and then raised his eyes to look at the wood: "Is it Bai Liu's pain?" "But I haven't seen Bai Liu since then. Bai Liu didn't sacrifice your pain to me as a sacrifice. These silk threads should be made of your pain." The translucent silk thread was generated out of thin air one by one, weaving into a sharp net and cutting into Scheta's face, the blood flowed down the jaw from the scar, Scheta seemed to be unaware of this, he Calmly opened his eyes and looked at the wooden door, with a slightly confused tone: "...Then if these silk threads are Bai Liu's pain, whose pain is it?" Scheta frowned slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his heart: "Why do these silk threads wrap around me only when you appear?" Why is it that only the wounds caused by these silk threads make his heart feel extra pain? Bai Liu still didn't speak. It began to rain in the forest, and the sound of the rain was pattering. When it was raining and foggy, Xieta heard Bai Liu's footsteps turning around and leaving, he held back and took another step forward. The moment Scheta took that step, as if in response to the sound, countless transparent silk threads flew out from all directions and tied to Scheta's limbs and torso. With the sound of Bai Liu's footsteps going further and further away, more and more silk threads appeared on Scheta's body, almost entangled him into a semi-transparent cocoon with only eyes exposed. Blood flowed from every wound on his body, instantly staining the floor red. Xieta looked down at these silk threads - whenever the white willow appeared or left, they would appear densely and trap him here. But the god has said that these threads will only be formed if he feels the exact pain from the sacrifice. So what are these threads... Seeing the sound of Bai Liu's footsteps completely disappearing in the jungle, Xieta stood there in a daze, staring at the wooden door suddenly, with a look of disbelief for a moment. ... This time Bai Liu left, and he never slept. He still wakes up, the silk thread has not disappeared, and he is the only one in the entire shrine. Scheta lowered his eyelashes slowly, he looked at the blood-stained threads on his body, without any expression on his face. to keep him awake, to make him bruised... It came from his own pain. In the penultimate rainy night of the summer festival, at the moment when the sacrifice left, the god who had no desires and desires produced pain for the first time. So the dense pain makes God sleepless, traps God in the same place, and keeps God on the sidelines, wishing to leave. God persistently pulled the pain on his body close to the wood where the sacrifice left, just like this day after day, God was sober, waiting persistently under the deepening pain The brief arrival of sacrifices in one night. It was as if the god was offering his pain to the sacrifice.
