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Chapter 228: Ancient Events (1)

I don’t know if it’s because the shop is close to the historical sites.

Shen You tossed and turned, listening to the rustling sound of snow outside the window, and felt sleepy in the early hours of the morning.

In the dream, the perspective kept changing, it was all chaotic fragments, no logic, and finally my consciousness seemed to merge into it, and the fragments pieced together into a picture.
This was a period when clan tribes and dynasties existed simultaneously.

Supplies were scarce, clothing was dull and old-fashioned, black and red were the most respected colors, and simple jade was a common attire for the nobility.

The great witch and priest have a respected status.

At that time, Youyun Pass in the north was not a bitterly cold place. Except for the winter, the climate was suitable and it was regarded as a blessed land with abundant spiritual energy.

A palace of extremely high specifications stands on the top of a mountain. Just looking at the surrounding mountains, one can tell that the feng shui is excellent.

It is spring and the weather is still chilly.

In the hall, on a large lacquered low table were several irregularly shaped bamboo slips.

The woman, who was wearing a dark silk gown with red patterns on the collar and cuffs, had not yet stepped forward when she felt a chill from behind her, and a bronze dagger pointed at her heart.

The next second, the boy holding the knife's pupils paused slightly, and under the incredulous gaze, his body collapsed and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

The woman in front of him just smiled and said,

"I got up early this morning and had my fortune told, so I asked someone to add something to your food."

As she spoke, she pointed to a few mushrooms in a ceramic bowl on the table, which didn't look like something edible.

"Don't worry, it's not very poisonous." She asked the attendant boy to fetch a herb, "You can eat it to detoxify."

The young man who collapsed on the ground struggled to stand up. His slightly messy black hair and embarrassed posture could not hide his extremely handsome face.

She had a pretty face and a graceful appearance, but without a trace of femininity. The corners of her eyes were tinted red, and her black pupils were cold and sharp, as if they were poisoned.

For assassinating a priest, especially the first priest of the Yu State who had a fiefdom, one can imagine how cruel the punishment he would face would be.

Death is no longer a punishment.

The young man did not show any panic on his face. Instead, he laughed, full of self-mockery, "It was you who ordered the killing of my entire clan for sacrifice."

"Who said that!"

No matter how solemnly and maturely she was dressed, Yun Xin was only a 19-year-old girl. In the state of Yu, people could only get married at the age of 20. Upon hearing this, she could not bear it and threw the unfinished bamboo slips in her hand onto the table.
"I never said anything about human sacrifice."

At this point, Yun Xin lowered her eyes, her tone gentle and helpless,
"They are sacrificing other people's lives in exchange for their own wishes. There is no such thing in the world."

The young man looked puzzled, as if he could not expect such words to come out of the mouth of the priest of Yu State.

"You know it's useless. Those tribes that refused to submit to the Yu Kingdom still became human sacrifices."

He recalled that during the years when he had lost his name and became a prisoner of war, he had heard a lot about the deeds of this priest named Yun from other people.

She was born in Youdi. That day, there were auspicious signs in the State of Yu. The tribe that had been under siege for a long time was defeated, and the heavy rain in the capital stopped.

She could predict good and bad luck at the age of three, became a priest at the age of five, and was granted a title of nobility at the age of fifteen, holding a high position.

The high priest in the palace could only look up to her. It was because she was unwilling to go to the palace that the position was given to someone else.

"Things that have been deeply rooted for hundreds of years are not something I can change," said Yun Xin.

"I can predict good and bad luck, life and death, but I am just an ordinary person. The fate of the world is not in my hands."

Nor is it on this young man.

Even if you force your way in, the result won't change.

"Ten years ago, when I was nine and you were seven, the king led his army to attack your clan. It was indeed me who calculated the time so that the Yu army did not cross the river during the rainstorm. I do not deny what I did. Your clansmen did not give the order from me, so it cannot be blamed on me." "Even if the Yu army did not avoid the rainstorm, your clan would still lose, and the prisoners of war would be used to sacrifice to the river."

The Yu State believed that those who died in the river could never be freed, so they had to offer sacrifices to the gods to bring them back.

She risked revealing the secret, thinking she could put an end to human sacrifices.

She was young at that time and thought too simply. How could the faith of the entire Yu State be easily shaken?

They were not offered to the river, but were presented to the royal ancestors and gods in a more grand ceremony two years later.

Xun Xin lived in his fiefdom for a long time and told outsiders that he was in seclusion in the mountains. He only went to the palace of the State of Yu once four years ago to treat the queen.

The deadline is approaching, and no matter how much those people outside pray, it will be of no use.

In fact, she can cure it, but if she goes against the will of heaven, she will have to bear the consequences and lose her own life.

Of course, Yun Xin couldn't do that. After saving someone once, there would be another person.

Although she had a title, a fief and a salary, she had no right to mobilize the army in her fiefdom, and her land was close to the capital.

She should follow the will of heaven, do what she should do, record the topography of mountains and rivers, observe the stars and write documents on bamboo slips. This was how her life should have been.

This is the best way if you don't want to marry into the palace.

But she happened to meet this young man, the youngest child of the former clan leader, and now a nameless Qiang.

Being too good looking is not a good thing.

The entire family died on the altar, but he was the only one left until now, and he was well fed and well fed, different from the treatment of other slaves.

Because he was considered the highest grade of human sacrifice, a special writing system was even created to record it.

The reason for sending her to the secluded place was very simple. It was the closest place to the statue that was about to be carved, and it was also her place, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The Yu State has always revered the mountain god and sent sacrifices here in advance, using the spiritual energy here to cleanse the turbid air, which shows their dedication to the sacrifice.

Yun Xin took the grass that had just been dug out from the field behind and still had mud on the roots from the servant boy and handed it over.

"Poisoning is a good way for me to die." He smiled nonchalantly, with a hint of madness, "You mean it? You calculated that my death shouldn't be this way?"

Yun Xin took a deep breath and remained calm.
"You're overthinking it. This poison won't kill you. It will just make you dizzy and you might even see hallucinations."

"It's okay if you don't detoxify. You'll be fine after one night."

It's not like she's feeling uncomfortable.

She was very sure that this person would not die here!
His life is strange.
Only then did Xin look at him seriously. He was indeed handsome. She had never seen anyone so handsome.

Yun Xin sent people to inquire, and only then did she know that the young man in front of her had sneaked out a few days ago to kill the guards and incited the prisoners of war to rebel. If they had not been betrayed, they would have sneaked into the king's palace.

Fortunately, he didn't go in, and he was a sacrifice to God, otherwise his feet would have been chopped off and he would have been thrown into the insect cave.

The old priest who presided over the sacrificial ceremonies in the palace was scared. If something went wrong in his hands, he would not be able to explain.

Fortunately, the person was delivered to Yun Xin.

"Sir, why don't we give him some mushrooms every day?" The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy whispered, standing behind Yun Xin.

This person is so beautiful that he doesn’t look like a human anymore.

Yun Xin shook her head and stuffed the detoxifying grass into his hand.

It’s up to him to eat it or not.

The language of that period must have been more ancient, but my ability is limited, so please don't take it too seriously QAQ
Mushrooms are mushrooms~