Chapter 111

"Scatter scatter!" But I saw a group of people shouting on the road, driving pedestrians away on both sides.

Ling Qingyu hurriedly pulled the bleak, stood aside, and saw a group of people walking along the other road, with two shoulders in the middle. On the front shoulder sat a woman with beautiful clothes and makeup, and on the back shoulder sat a teenager.

The teenager's skin is very white, which is different from that of his other people. It looks like he hasn't seen the sun for many years. The teenager is upright and looks at the woman on the shoulder in front of him with warm eyes.

When people on both sides saw the shoulder coming, they all bowed to the ground, and Ling Qingyu and his group appeared abrupt.

Ling Qingyu took a step back and bowed his head. The woman's shoulder stopped in front of them. The woman talked with the man who brought them a few times, 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, estimated to be about twenty Liang, and motioned to give them the silk.

The man unfolded the silk in the sun, and the dazzling color made the woman sit up straight at once, and then smiled and said a few words.

The man stepped back with a reply, the woman waved, and the team continued to move forward, while the Indians who were lying on the ground around all stood up hurriedly and walked to the city after the team left.

The man began to make gestures again. 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? For my silk? Well, this can be considered."

Seeing Ling Qingyu nodding, the man hurriedly motioned to hurry in with him. Ling Qingyu nodded, and then said to Yan San, "be careful, they seem to have some meeting here today."

As the crowd entered a large square in the central area of the city, there were already many people on the square, and more people were gathering from the four main roads in the city.

Looking at the altar in the middle of the square, Ling Qingyu thought, she knows what this is about. The chibucha people are clergy first, that is, the system of priests and chiefs. The biggest celebration is the time to worship gods. I'm afraid they will encounter this today.

"Let's go to the side." Ling Qingyu said to Xiao Ke, and then took the lead to the stone column on the side of the square.

When they just found an inconspicuous corner to stand, the square was quiet, and then a song sounded. With the melodious song, the beautiful woman took the boy to the altar.

"What are they doing?" Bleak asked.

"Human sacrifice." Ling Qingyu bit his teeth and said.

Human sacrifice? Nodding bleakly, he heard his father say.

When the beautiful woman took the boy'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 to squat down. Anyway, it's OK not to show her head.

The woman stood on the high altar and said a few words loudly. Songs began to ring around the square. The songs were melodious, with prayers and admiration for God.

The woman gently dragged the boy to the stone bed in the middle of the altar. The boy himself lay on the stone bed and whispered a few words to the woman.

Ling Qingyu and Yan Qi were a little far away from the altar, but Yan San and Yan Qi's eyesight was far beyond human comparison. Both of them could see that the teenager's eyes at the woman were so hot, as if looking at his beloved lover.

The woman sang loudly, merging with the songs of the people in the square below, solemn and sacred. The woman held up the golden dagger in her hand.

Ling Qingyu wanted to cover his bleak eyes, but the little boy broke away from him and wanted Xiao Ke to hold him up.

Yan San hugged Ling Qingyu in his arms and whispered, "don't look if you don't want to."

Ling Qingyu turned her head and buried her face in Yan San's arms. She heard a burst of cheers from everyone in the square, and then a bigger song sounded.

The woman had stabbed the golden dagger into the boy's chest, then cut a big wound, and the boy's beating heart was exposed.

When the woman reached out to take out the heart, Yan San saw the boy smiling and saying a word. The woman's hand paused, and then continued to stretch in. As the bright red heart was taken out, the boy also stopped breathing, but his face was with a satisfied smile.

The woman held her heart high and put it into the hole above the altar. There was a loud cry below.

"He is voluntary." Yan San whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear. Volunteer to be sent to the altar as a sacrifice by your beloved.

"Well, they were raised as sacrifices since childhood. He should be related to that woman by blood." Ling Qingyu still lies on Yan San's chest, frowning. According to the research of later archaeologists, the qibucha people will hold a sacrifice to the gods every 12 years. The sacrifice is a teenager with royal blood raised in the temple. As a sacrifice to the gods, it is a very noble thing for those teenagers, but Ling Qingyu still feels cruel.

Then the people in the square emptied it out and began various activities, dancing and singing, and some people directly set up stalls for trading. It was very lively, just like no one died just now.

auzw. The crowded crowd around also dispersed. Everyone went to their own activities. The Indian man crowded over and motioned Ling Qingyu to follow him. Www. 68mn.

The party followed the man through the crowd and came to the wide palace building behind the altar. After talking to the guard at the door, the man led them into the palace.

The palace was built of stone. On both sides of the palace stood two rows of Indian warriors with huge feather crowns on their heads. Looking at them, their eyes were very unfriendly.

The man asked Ling Qingyu to let his entourage wait in the outer hall. She only went in with him. Yan San naturally disagreed. Finally, other people waited outside. Ling Qingyu took Yan San and Yan Qi with him.

Before leaving, Ling Qingyu gave Xiao Ke a warning look, and then glanced at Xiao se. Xiao Ke nodded, but as soon as Ling Qingyu came in, Xiao se had gone to pull the Indian warrior's feather. Xiao Ke immediately picked him up, and then let the Iron Guard surround him, comparing his eyes with those Indian warriors.

The stone house behind the hall is not big, which is less than 20 square meters. There is a bed at the bottom of the stone house, and there are several stone benches beside the bed.

The woman sat on the stone stool at the head of the bed and watched the maid clean up the body of the boy on the bed. They washed the blood stains on his body, filled it with a heart made of gold, and another maid took the silk and spread it over the boy's naked 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 compete with Ling Qingyu again.

Ling Qingyu estimated that what he said meant to change more silk. Looking at the pale body of the teenager covered by his beautiful silk, Ling Qingyu hesitated. She didn't know the civilization and customs of this area very well. Now it seems that the teenager is not in a general position, otherwise she wouldn't use such expensive burial objects, but Ling Qingyu felt very uneasy. That emotion affected her and made her not answer the man's words for a moment.

The woman's face began to get impatient, and she got up and ordered a few words.

Yan San saw that she got up, pulled Ling Qingyu back, and the three retreated from the door. At this time, he heard the bleak voice in front of the hall shouting, "help! Evil woman!"

Ling Qingyu's expression changed, and he hurried to the front hall. Before he reached the gate, Xiao Ke and the iron guards had protected Xiao Se and retreated here.

From the front hall to the back stone house, there is a wide space, and some decorations are placed on the compacted mud floor.

Shauk joined Ling Qingyu with people, and was surrounded by many Indian warriors who swarmed out of the open space.

Out of the front hall came a tall man covered in gold ornaments and wearing a huge magnificent feather crown.

The woman also walked out of the stone house. Instead of looking at Ling Qingyu, who was surrounded in the middle, they began a fierce quarrel.

"What are they doing?" Yan Qi asked.

"Quarrel." Ling Qingyu replied succinctly. Then there was a burst of white eyes, but they could only shrug their shoulders. They couldn't understand a word. Who knows what they were arguing about?

Yan San looked around and said to Xiao Ke, "wait, kill out of the front hall." Except for the spacious entrance of the front hall, other places here are very narrow, which is not suitable for collective warfare. If you fall behind, you may be caught or killed.

The man and the woman quarreled for a short time. As soon as the woman waved her hand and turned back to the stone house, the man smiled proudly and shouted.

With the man's cry, Indian warriors attacked with weapons.

"Yan San, catch the golden man." Ling Qingyu whispered.

Yan three feet a little, pulled up from the crowd, swept to the golden man, strangled his neck from behind, and pressed the sword on his neck.

At this time, the iron guard and the Indian Samurai had been fighting together. Unexpectedly, no one noticed that their leader had been caught, and the waitresses standing next to the man walked past the kidnappers and the kidnapped and continued their work.

Ling Qingyu was speechless. Seeing that the leader seemed to be frightened, he turned white and purred, but he couldn't make a sound. He shouted, "your leaders have been caught. What else are you fighting?"

Those Indians couldn't understand her words and still attacked vigorously. Xiao Ke looked at Ling Qingyu and said, "Ling is in charge. This is not the way."

Ling Qingyu turned his head and looked at their chaotic battle. He didn't feel black and said, "Xiao Ke, people want your life. What's your passive resistance?"

"Can you kill?" Shaw asked.

"If you don't kill them, just wait to be killed." Ling Qingyu sighed.

"Brothers, you can kill! Kill!" Xiao Ke shouted, and the sword in his hand suddenly became sharp. The other iron guards also shook up when they heard this, and roared, and those defensive frills immediately turned into a sharp attack.

Dozens of Indian Samurai bodies were lying down in the open space. At this time, Indian Samurai came to look for their leader's instructions. Seeing the leisurely kidnappers and the fast fainting kidnapped, the samurai who poured out again from the front hall stopped.

The woman walked out of the stone house again, frowned at the scene in front of her, and looked contemptuously at the golden man.