Junior Disciple C

Chapter 146

"who are you?"

Like a beam of light piercing the darkness, this penetrating question echoed in Feng Ye's mind.

The consciousness that has been deeply trapped in the darkness is awakened, the eyes try to open, and the hazy light shoots in from the opened eyelids. The next moment, because of the darkness for a long time, the eyes are closed again. superior.

He was not really awake, and his consciousness was still a little confused, but the sound was like a thundering drum, and every word made his soul tremble endlessly.

He couldn't escape, so he could only reply subconsciously: "I am..."

As soon as the two words were uttered, the sound of answering was interrupted, and there was no way to continue.

"I am..." He repeated again, only feeling that there was a name in his heart that was about to come out, but he couldn't see clearly as if it was locked by some box.

He tried hard to recall, but he couldn't break through the fog after all.

He finally opened his eyes, and dense figures and voices broke into his ears together, and the question that went straight to the soul faded away with the noisy noise in his ears.

The confused consciousness also wakes up at the same moment when the eyes are really opened, but after waking up, it is a new confusion.

"Who am I...?" Feng Ye looked blankly at the crowd around him and murmured.

The crowd lined up, young and middle-aged people lined up, old and young women and children lined up again, with different faces, but the clothes were very uniform, all of which were rough and simple linen, which was almost difficult to cover their bodies.

Feng Ye was in such a queue, but other than that, there were some soldiers who were completely different from them.

Different from the generally thin body of the crowd due to hunger and fatigue, these soldiers are strong, covered with thick armor, and have uniform ghost masks on their faces.

The pattern on the ghost face is not complicated, but with just a few strokes, it still outlines the vicious charm of the ghost.

These ghost-faced soldiers hold long whips. Although their bloated armor interferes with their actions, they swell to almost a circle larger than ordinary people. Just looking directly at them reveals an invincible oppressive force. .

No one dared to look directly at them. The crowd lowered their heads and followed the footsteps of the people in front.

Only Feng Ye raised his head unusually, his questions were not answered, and his inner confusion became more and more serious, like a newly born baby deer, looking at the strange world ignorantly and blankly.

The voice that had already faded sounded in his mind again:

"Are you confused?"

Feng Ye frowned, he didn't remember anything, he didn't remember his name, he didn't remember his past, he didn't remember his purpose and direction.

He stopped in his tracks. Although he didn't remember anything, he felt that he didn't belong here, and he shouldn't follow these people.

The orderly queue was disrupted by Feng Ye's sudden pause, and the soldiers guarding on both sides immediately noticed Feng Ye, the source of the disturbance.

They walked towards Feng Ye, but Feng Ye didn't notice.He was frowning and analyzing the voice speaking in his head, he couldn't distinguish between male and female, and he couldn't distinguish the tone, but in such a noisy illusion, it was like a sharp arrow piercing through the maze, reaching his heart .

He was really confused, and he was about to open his mouth to answer the voice from nowhere.

However, at the next moment, a "crack" sound of the whip interrupted the words that Feng Ye was about to utter.

He clenched his teeth, enduring the severe pain caused by the whipped wound on his shoulder.

He didn't have time to tell why he was beaten, or who was the one who beat someone, because soon, the next whip came again.

This time his back was pumped, Juli was wrapped in severe pain, and he was directly pumped to the ground.

The whip-wielding soldiers didn't intend to stop. After Feng Ye fell down, he finally came to his senses and raised his hand to block the next whip.

However, when the hand was raised halfway, it was caught by something.It was only then that Feng Ye realized that he was wearing heavy shackles, connected to the people in front, and the people behind were the same.

He wanted to lift his foot again, tripping the whip-wielding soldier, but his feet were also shackled.

The shackles that bound his hands and feet also restricted his ability to fight back. He could only dodge passively.He hugged his head, curled up on the ground, and used the least injured back to resist the whip after blow.

Finally, after beating Feng Ye five or six more times, the beating soldier was a little tired. Wearing this heavy armor, even a burly soldier like him was a little tired.

He put away the whip, and kicked Feng Ye, who was curled up on the ground, hard with the hard sole of his boots. This kick was no lighter than a whip. The dust on the ground was wiped out, and the pain intensified, so severe that it was almost black in front of his eyes, and his newly awakened consciousness was about to fall into a coma again.

But Feng Ye bit the tip of his tongue, shook his head, and got up immediately after being kicked.

When he curled up on the ground to hide, he was observing the crowd at the same time. He found that those who were also shackled were not beaten, because they all lowered their heads and obeyed the orders of the soldiers to walk.

When Feng Ye was beaten, they didn't look around, their eyes were only numb and indifferent.

As a result, the memory was emptied, and Feng Ye, who was like a blank sheet of paper, learned the first thing after waking up.

Bow your head and submit.

After he got up, he immediately followed the queue in front of him. Order returned to the crowd, and the queue moved forward again in an orderly manner. Like the people in front, he lowered his eyebrows and didn't look up, so the whip didn't hit him again.

He looked at the ground, and saw that the ground was made of stones and loess. Although it was flat, standing on it with bare feet, he often felt pain from the edges of the stones.

The crowd moved forward slowly. This group of people was like livestock tied to a rope. No one cared about the front and the future, and only knew to move forward numbly under the deterrence of the whip.

Only Feng Ye was different. Even though he lowered his head and the blood from the wound on his back hadn't dried up, he didn't really learn to obey in his heart. He observed the order of the soldiers' arrangement, and then looked for the gaps to secretly look at the scene ahead.

He wondered where these people were going and what they were going to do.

What he saw was different from the buildings he saw at the beginning. The buildings in front of him were bigger and more prosperous.

That seems to be some kind of altar, the altar was built on a high place, and the stone ladder went down.

And the clothes of the people on the altar were different from what they had seen before, not simple linen, nor heavy armor, but very beautiful, luxurious white robes with complicated patterns.

Feng Ye could only see the corner of his robe, because the man was standing very high, and he didn't dare to raise his head completely.

The crowd connected by shackles came to the altar, and the soldiers stood around the crowd, and they saluted the priests on the stage.

Feng Ye heard footsteps, as if someone was going up the steps, and he secretly saw that the person going up the steps was holding something in his hand, like a fortune-telling sign.

Sure enough, soon, he heard the sound of the signature shaking again, it was the priest in robes shaking.

The rattling sound of the signature was hitting Feng Ye's eardrums, and at the same time, it aroused his curiosity even more.

Finally, he couldn't help but raised his head.

He wanted to lift it up and then lower it for a moment, as long as he could see the priest's face clearly.Anyway, he was not standing in the center, but a little to the side, so the priest who was facing the altar should not notice him.

However, when he raised his head, he accidentally met a pair of eyes that were looking at him.

The face around the eyes is a ghost face with more complex patterns than the soldier's face, and a more ferocious appearance.

The ghost-faced priest shook out the sign in his hand, and looked straight in Feng Ye's direction.

For a moment, Feng Ye's body froze in place.

He seemed to be being watched by an evil spirit, and he didn't dare to make any moves, for fear that any action he made would cause the evil spirit to pounce on him and tear him apart.

He didn't dare to breathe, he didn't understand why he was so nervous, this priest was actually not strong, at least he looked much thinner than those soldiers.

But when he looked at the face of the priest and the fingers that the priest was raising, he felt more nervous than seeing the soldiers with whips, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

Finally, the priest raised his finger completely, following the will of the hexagram, and selected the sacrifice for this sacrifice.

Feng Ye's heart stopped for a moment, because the priest was referring to himself.

He didn't understand what this meant, but he had a hunch that nothing good would end, and cold sweat soaked his back.

A few soldiers who were different from other soldiers stepped out from under the altar. They were taller and had more complicated ghost faces.

No, they should not be soldiers, but generals.

There were eight generals in total, and the leader was nearly three meters tall. When these generals walked in front of Feng Ye, they looked like an iron tower. The shadow completely enveloped him, and the pressure was hard to breathe.

Feng Ye looked up at the opponent blankly, he had no intention of competing with the opponent, because he knew he couldn't win.He just wanted to break free from the chains and escape, but the muscles in his arms were tensed to the limit, and the iron shackles remained motionless.

He saw the general's palm as strong as a bear's paw stretched out towards him, but he was powerless to escape, so he could only stand still and accept the coming fate.

Feng Ye closed his eyes, but after a while, unexpectedly, he was not picked up by the general. The general passed Feng Ye and grabbed the person behind Feng Ye.

Only then did Feng Ye realize that the priest was not referring to himself, but the person behind him.

It was a young man in his twenties, his limbs exposed from the tattered clothes, were as slender as hemp sticks, and the military commander lifted him into the air with just a light lift.

The general pinched casually with his hand again, and the chains connecting the front and back, which Feng Ye could not break free with all his strength, broke at his fingertips.

The eight generals led the young people away from the crowd. They held up the sacrifices, as if on a pilgrimage, and walked towards the altar step by step.

Feng Ye stared blankly at their backs, and his heart, which was still in shock, suddenly felt a little joy that shouldn't have been there.

I'm glad.

Fortunately, he was not the chosen one.

The ghost-faced priest seemed to be doing something on the altar, like a preparation ceremony for the sacrifice.

Some soldiers beat heavy drums, and the sound of the drums attracted other residents of the city.

But these swarms of residents were blocked by the human wall formed by soldiers, and they could only watch from afar.Feng Ye was inside the wall, but he would rather not have such a clear vision.

The sunlight shifted inch by inch, and finally, probably because all the preparations for the sacrifice were completed, the sacrifice finally started.

Hao Chen pushed and shoved the surrounding crowd without grace. Relying on his strength that did not match his figure, he squeezed all the way to the forefront of the crowd. Although he was still blocked by soldiers, he was also the most visible from outside. clear place.

He first saw a high altar, and then saw a wide platform under the altar.

The bricks and stones on the platform are arranged in a strange way and look a little loose.Just as Hao Chen thought this way, he found that the bricks and stones on the platform were moving.

They backed away to the sides, and when they were fully backed away, they finally revealed what was underneath.

Hao Chen's eyes narrowed, and he saw again the pothole that he had seen in the Xiqiang ruins.

It's just that the potholes in the ruins are full of weeds and empty, but the potholes right now are not. He saw hundreds of entangled snakes, and he also saw the undecomposed bones among the snakes.

Amidst the whirling sound of snakes crawling, Hao Chen raised his head again and looked at the cliff above the pothole, which could only walk nine steps.

The ghost-faced priest on the altar bowed to the tall stone pillar in the city. He saluted the snake god, and then chanted ancient spells loudly.

The drumbeat became more and more urgent, and in the rapid drumbeat, someone was brought to Jiubuya.

Hao Chen hurriedly looked over, and when he saw that face clearly, he was disappointed mixed with rejoicing, disappointed that this was not Feng Ye, but also rejoicing that this was not Feng Ye.

Feng Ye was also looking at the young man on Jiubu Cliff. Although his and Hao Chen's eyes did not meet, they were focused on the same place.

In other words, everyone here is focusing on the same place.

On Jiubu Cliff.

The ghost-faced general took the young man with a frightened face rudely to Jiubu Cliff, and then they turned and retreated, but they didn't really leave. They lifted the iron spear weighing a hundred catties and pressed it against the young man's back .

The spear tip has been carefully polished, and the sharpness of the spear tip can be felt before it touches the skin.

The young man subconsciously took a step forward.

first step.

The spear continued to pass forward, and the young man also took the second step.

On both sides of the suspended stone platform, which is just enough for one person to stand on, are ten-meter-deep snake holes. If you fall down, you will be bitten and swallowed by poisonous snakes.

He glanced down and saw the poisonous snakes with their necks raised, looking up hungrily, his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

He didn't want to go any further, but the ever-extending spear behind him forced him to continue.

He had to take the third, fourth, fifth and sixth... until the ninth step.

On the ninth step, he stood on the edge of the stone platform, and if he moved an inch further, he would stumble and fall.

There is no tenth step on the nine-step cliff.

Nine is the extreme number. After nine steps, it is a dead end and nothingness.

There is no way ahead, but there is no way behind.

The specially made spear was still being passed forward, the young man moved his toes carefully, his back had already touched the spear point, he was changing the angle of standing, letting half of his feet hang in the air, and further increased the distance from the spear point.

His struggle did work, but not for long.

He finally moved to the limit and could no longer retreat.

His back was straight against the point of the spear, and the sharp point of the spear had pierced his flesh, but he refused to move forward an inch.

He straightened his back, his face was distorted with fear and panic.

In panic, mixed with pain, the spear tip pierced into his flesh inch by inch. Finally, his body couldn't bear the pain, and he took a step forward uncontrollably.

With a "bang", the soldiers were beating the drums.

The god sacrifice ceremony has finally reached its climax, and the snake god is about to enjoy his sacrifice.

The moment the young man stumbled, he desperately swung his arms, trying to grab something, but he couldn't catch anything.

He fell straight down.

This was not the end, the snakes helped him buffer, he did not fall to death, but it was more painful than death.

Snakes climbed onto his body one by one, and he struggled at the bottom of the pit, howling, and the shouts pierced his eardrums.

However, no matter how painful and sharp the sound was, the surrounding Xiqiang people were indifferent. This is a ritual they have passed down for generations, and they have long been used to it.

But those spare sacrifices who were bound by chains were not the same. They watched the fate of the same kind and panicked.

Feng Ye opened his eyes wide, and the screams echoed in his ears, one after another, causing severe pain in his eardrums.

Due to the limited angle, he could only see clearly the scene of the young man falling off the cliff, but not the scene at the bottom of the pit, but he also smelled a faint smell of blood.

"Are you afraid?"

That lingering voice sounded in his heart for the third time.

Feng Ye didn't bother to answer, but his reaction had already given the answer.

He couldn't help but took a step back.

Hao Chen was not from Xiqiang, but he didn't have much fear, and he had seen bloody scenes before. After observing what was going on in the ritual, he began to search the crowd, searching for Feng Ye's whereabouts.

There was no one in the crowd, so he searched in the center of the altar blocked by the soldiers. Perhaps there was some guidance in the dark, and he saw Feng Ye almost at a glance.

Before surprise appeared on Hao Chen's face, surprise appeared first in the next moment.

Because he saw Feng Ye's expression, which was as terrified as the people around him, Feng Ye was so frightened that he even flinched unconsciously, and took a step back.

This should never be the reaction of the Feng Ye he knew.

In astonishment, Hao Chen suddenly understood that this was not the Feng Ye he knew.

It was the more immature and younger Feng Ye.

It's not Ying Long's Feng Ye.