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Chapter 27.2 Willing To Die For Madam

    Sang Yuanyuan indeed did not foresee that it would be Han Shaoling who became this early bird. At this moment, no news has been spread yet from Tiandu’s side. He has raised the flag brightly by doing so.

    You Wuming laughed.

    “Good.” he said.

    He pulled the reins and continued to the north of the city.

    “Little Mulberry, after watching the living human sacrifice today, I will take you to behead Han Shaoling tomorrow.”

    Sang Yuanyuan felt that the air was filled with the smell of blood.

    Moving forward for a while, she found that this smell of blood was actually not an illusion. There is a process of offering sacrifices in front of them. The smell of blood shot up to the sky.

    She suddenly remembered what the living human sacrifice was.

    Every year at the Waking of Insects[1], the eighteen states in the Cloud Realm have to do a living human sacrifice. They take flawless maidens and infuse them with special medicinal water. They will keep vomiting blood to their death. Using that pure blood to offer sacrifices into the opening of the nine strange inland abysses.

    It’s a very cruel and savage custom, with a strong color of superstition.

    For thousands of years, people on this land have believed that if a sacrifice is made on the day of the Waking of Insects, the underworld demons under the abyss can be temporarily satisfied and the restless abyss can be pacified.

    In the book, after Meng Wuyou becomes the main wife of Han Shaoling, she once destroyed a sacrificial ceremony and saved a young girl. In that year, the ‘surging tide’ of the underworld demons, one that appeared in thousand years only, appeared in twelve places at the same time. Only a little bit more and the eighteen states in the Cloud Realm will be completely reduced to the dishes of the underworld demons.

    No one knows whether it is coincidence or inevitable.

    Sang Yuanyuan did not know either.

    You Wuming very keenly captured her tension.

    He bent his body till he could cover her ear and gently exhaled, “They are already dead. I won’t give you a chance to sympathize with those sacrifices.”

    She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

    The sacrificial ceremony was completed in a big pit. Standing at the edge of the big pit and looking down, she saw that the bottom of the pit seemed to be tattooed with a huge, beautiful red pattern and a dense blood mist. A pale body was being carried up by others. Some people came forward to encircle them, while crying and laughing.

    You Wuming said: “They all do it willingly. For the chosen sacrifice, their family members can get rid of the slavery. For these people, it’s actually a great thing.”

    “Do you believe it?” She asked.

    You Wuming turned his head to look at her.

    “Sacrificial ceremony can pacify the underworld demons. Do you believe it?” She glanced back and looked deep into his eyes.

    “If I believe it……” she saw his face floated a smile that was overflowed with evil intention, “Then I will not do it.”

    She looked at him in a daze.

    His breathing became extremely heavy, covering her ears, and his voice was a little excited and hoarse: “Little Mulberry, you don’t know how dirty this world is.
   Every day, I can’t wait for it to be wiped out!”

    Sang Yuanyuan :“……”

    This pervert, it seems that he can’t be saved anymore.

    He suddenly laughed. With a wicked smile, he said : “I will live well and personally send it to its funeral.”

    Sang Yuanyuan :“……”

    The proper villain that destroyed the world, turned out to be a simple one.

    Can this be broken off?

    At this time, the crowd that surrounded the girl’s body suddenly became noisy.

    You Wuming pulled the reins lightly and Duan Ming spread his hoof to run over there.

[1] Waking of Insects, is the third of China’s 24 solar terms and usually starts around March 5. As the name indicates, this term sees hibernating insects begin to wake and marks the start of mid-spring.

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