Chapter 141: Sacrifice

Cracked land, hot, dry air, the burning fire on the altar reflects a dry, numb face.
A faceless face looked at the thin little boy who was caught on the altar by the black robe. The boy looked only four or five years old and was very thin, making him look more real than he was. Smaller, but he has a pair of incomparably pure round black eyes, ignorantly watching the woman under the altar who was shackled by two adult men, squirming, trying to get rid of the black robes that were holding him. The same hand as the dry tree, it is not clear what will be waiting for himself.
This is a remote and barren small village on the vast and rich continent, still relying on ancient farming and planting for a living. Because it is far from the big cities and cities, the inheritors have always been worshipped by the deviant gods in the whole world. They have been arid for three months. Under the auspices of the village, they intend to offer sacrifices to God to ask for God's grace.
The woman's son is the best candidate for the sacrifice. The woman is still very young. She has no other family members. She lost her husband just because of the disease that swept the whole village. Her new husband also has a son of six or seven years old. He does not like the little drag brought by women. The oil bottle does not want to bear the responsibility of raising this child. Sending him to a sacrifice is a great opportunity to get rid of this little trouble - and the woman who has always been obedient is not afraid to resist the village and the decision of sacrifice. Even if she does not give up, and then heartache, she can only watch her young son as a sacrifice to death under the suppression of a strong husband and his brothers - an ancient and ruthless fire, dedicated to the worship of the evil spirits.
Around the stone platform, the fire ignited.
The little boy who was tied to the stone platform looked at the flames around him with amazement. He felt the high temperature of the burning man, squinting his eyes, and the black eyes gradually covered with a layer of water mist...
He is so uncomfortable, why didn't mother come to save herself...
The sky suddenly fell over, the dark clouds quickly gathered, and the huge blue-violet lightning traversed the entire sky. With the thunder of the thunder, it quickly tore the entire black sky. It quickly became a slam dunk and was densely connected.
There was nothing invisible between the heavens and the earth, such as the end of the day, only the lightning that burst open reflected a pale, fearful face. The villagers squatted in the direction of the altar one by one under the leadership of the sacrifice.
The burning fire has already been untolded unconsciously. When the dark clouds were scattered, the heavens and the earth regained their light, and the villagers who looked up found that the children on the stone platform had disappeared.

Fifteen years later, the most famous and prestigious business school on the mainland of Elfa has ushered in a new wave of new students – they are many years old or talented, and everyone is here with great beauty. Dreams and endless expectations for the future, at home in front of the servants, or accompanied by friends and family, appear youthful and confident.
Compared with them, the young black-haired youth standing outside the school are not at all eye-catching. It is not appropriate to say that it is a person, at least there is a bird beside him - a black bird that looks like a crow and feels ominous.
"Listen to me, late, you'd better go back immediately, this is the best for you." The blackbird kept screaming in his ear. "Before the discovery of Emerson... No, I want adults. It must have been discovered long ago, but the adult should not mind if you slipped out for a while."
Occasionally, people who pass by will look back at the bird and look at it. They don't understand what the blackbird is saying. They just think that the bird is too loud.
"Shut up." The youth on the black bird road, the taut face shows his determination in this incident. "The person who reflects this is Ye Yingzhi, not me! No one can stand him, no one. Any creature can't stand him like that... Unreasonable control and monopoly. I won't go back until he makes reflections and repentances. Even if he personally comes to catch me, it's useless."
The black bird lamented and slid half of the wings: "Okay... you have the final say. If you want me to say, you are really bold and bold. It’s simply, spoiled by Emerson, lawless. little bastard."
"You can go back by yourself. Go back and tell Ye Yingzhi what I mean." The young man headed into the college gate, "Don't come with me again."
The conversation between one person and one bird gradually disappeared into the air.
For the late, it seems that since his memory, he has lived in an empty, vast, exquisite and elegant temple. He is surrounded by many servants, but the center of his life will always be the only one. Man - a man who is called the Lord Emerson by the servants of God and other gods. He has another name. In the human cognition of the lower bound, he is the god, the evil Aimel, who leads all evil gods of death, disaster, plague, war and other evil gods.
But those have nothing to do with being late. The man personally told him that his real name is Ye Yingzhi, and he asked to use this name to call himself.
As a who is not dead, the man has almost never changed in his memory. When he was still very young, the other person would personally feed him, bathe him, slept him, and even told him about bedtime stories; when he was a little older, the man would take his little hand and take him there. Traveling around the gods... Men have always been the most important in his heart, as the father exists as a brother.
However, as he grew older, the juvenile's posture gradually opened up, revealing the graceful lines of adults and the facial curves of Langrun, which gradually changed. The evil looked at his eyes and began to look different. He was no longer like looking at a pitiful need to attach to his own cubs, but to look at the lovers he had carefully cared for - unconsciously late The hair of the cockroach has grown to the height of the man's nose. This age has been used to describe the fact that he is already somewhat reluctant. He can be called a young man.
During that time, such a gaze made the lateness overwhelmed and blushing. He began to deliberately avoid contact with the evil spirits, always hiding in his own bedroom with a small garden. He knows that he is from the lower bound. He is a human being. He is given to men as a sacrifice. Because men have always been a pet of a hundred, and he has never been humbled by himself, but he always wants to be curious. Understand everything in the lower bounds.
He vaguely remembered that he had a mother who vaguely remembered the run-down, dying village and the burning fire. It took too long for the time. These pictures had only a sly impression in his mind and could not provide more meaning.
However, such deliberate birth and alienation did not make the gods stay away from him. When they were inevitably met on the table or in the temple, the eyes of the evil spirits were always deeper and deeper, implying a deep meaning that could not be understood. He will call the late name with a consistently low and calm voice, summon him, gently hold him on his lap, and gently kiss his back neck and forehead.
Such a move is too shy and embarrassing for the lateness that has grown up, but he can't escape - he can't refuse any request from a man; he is not willing to reject such relatives and pets as men. He only pretends to be completely ignorant and ignorant, and obediently attaches to each other and asks for it.
This dark tide has passed for a while, and one day Ye Yingzhi took the time to go to the goddess of time. Here, late through the cloister in the Temple of Time, I saw the life of the lower bound before I came to the realm of God, and saw the mother who was struggling but unable to do anything. Here, he also saw the dry and thin woman lying on a run-down straw mat, dying.
Those pictures that are completely different from his long-standing life stung him. He rushed out of the cloister of the temple and took away the white cloud horse in the Temple of Time, driving the beast that can cross the world of humans and gods. Returned to the place where he was born.
For any human being living in the upper bounds, such a practice is a big sin that is enough to fly away. However, he will not be afraid of this in the late days. He will not care about anything. Perhaps the Blackbird is right. Over the years, the evil spirit has pampered him too much. In the sky and the earth, everything has always been his intention.
Late with the magical method of separation of himself and everything in the village, leaving him and the dying, familiar and strange woman - this is also the punishment, but he does not care.
The young man who was spoiled by God in the realm of God was wearing a white robe, and with his long, white hands, slowly holding the woman’s dead, inanimate black and yellow hand, gently rubbing it in the palm of his hand, slowly Hold it up and keep them close to your cheeks. His black eyes were filled with deep sorrow, and his eyes were gradually reddening.
The woman slowly opened her eyes and looked at the strange young man in front of her. The throat moved and slowly closed the turbid eyes. The last anger was dissipated from her body.
Young people can feel it, but he can't catch it. He is just an ordinary mortal. He knows that the person, the may be able to do it, and can make the old woman in front of her life come back to life, but he will not beg for each other because of this kind of thing - he understands the laws of the world, he understands life and death. He understands that when a life comes to an end, it should let the other party go without concern and not be able to do it.
So he just slowly lowered his head, silently, dullly buried himself in the woman's thin arms, sobbing silently.
Until another figure appeared in his vision.
The evil spirit came personally and took him back to the realm of the gods.
Instead of holding the young man back to his bedroom, he took the person directly into his bedroom - a ghostly, solemn and solemn palace on the cloud.
The young man still immersed in sorrow finally found his own situation, uneasily poked his head out from the arms of the evil spirits, and was still leaning against his head when he was pressed against the black bed: "... Ye Yingzhi."
In fact, he secretly thought that there would be such a day, and even in some nights, he felt unspeakable and uneasy. But he did not expect it to be so sudden.
The evil spirit kissed him: "You have taken away the most favorite cloud horse of the goddess of time, I have to lose three of her."
The gods completely banned the lover who was gently dodging, and dropped another kiss: "...the penalty."