C6 Heavenly Sacrifice

He would occasionally watch the sounds coming from the stairs, and from time to time, he would also watch the changes in the blood pool at the entrance. After one night, not only did he look more haggard, even his eyes were bloodshot.

On the other hand, ever since Fang Zishu put away the book, he had immediately fallen asleep on the table. During this period of time, he had not made the slightest movement and even his breathing had become erratic. This angered the cop sitting on the side, who would even check Fang Zishu's breath from time to time to see if he was dead or not.

In the middle of the night, the police officer who was originally sitting on a chair suddenly stood up and walked towards the stairs. As for Fang Zishu who was lying on the ground beside him, it seemed as if he did not notice as he continued dreaming.

When the first ray of sunlight shone in from the shabby window, Fang Zishu sat up straight and slowly opened his eyes.

"Is the item ready?"

Without any prelude, Fang Zishu directly asked the cop sitting at the side, without any change in expression.

"Ah?" "Ah, I'm ready!"

The officer's entire body shook. Only then did he manage to react. He looked at the staircase as if he were looking at hell. His face was filled with fear.

Even Fang Zishu did not realize that there were many footprints on the stairs that led upwards. On the way, they did not stop at all, and directly disappeared at the top of the stairs.

"We should go."

Fang Zishu carried his backpack and then carried a cloth bag by the side of the bed. Inside the bag were some things he had prepared beforehand to be used for the Heavenly Sacrifice.

The cop stood at the side and pulled his own backpack out of his mind, then followed closely behind Fang Zishu. The two of them, one in front and one behind, arrived beside the north gate.

At this moment, the blood stains on the ground had dried and turned black. Faintly, some indistinct characters seemed to have formed on them. Fang Zishu did not bother too much with it. With a step, he passed the imprint and stepped onto the wasteland outside.

The moment he came out, he felt much more refreshed, especially his nose which no longer had that rotten smell. The gloominess on his face was also swept away.

"Pata."

The sound of something heavy landing came from behind him. Fang Zishu turned around to take a look, and saw the note in the pavilion, without knowing what had happened, one of his feet stepped on top of the dried blood stain, causing him to fall to the ground, face first.

Instantly, his entire face was covered in black stains. Those were dried blood.

"Zishu, Zishu, I, I..."

Fang Zishu turned his head to look at all these. Without saying a word, he opened the cloth bag in his book and three objects fell out.

The first one, and also the biggest one, was a dead chicken wrapped in a piece of tin paper. Only the head of a dead chicken was left lying on the side, and it was unknown how long it had been dead.

The second was a piece of Vajra. It seemed to be quite old, and there were even some grayish-black granules on it. It was unknown what it was.

The third was a stack of yellow paper, which was exactly the same as the yellow paper Fang Zishu drew earlier.

"The Central Region, the Fang Clan, the twenty-third generation of the Profound Grandsons, the Awakening of the Ancestors, and the great achievements of the Ancestors!" Today, with his brothers, he offered sacrifices to the heroic soul of the ancestor of Lu Qi. In the later generations, the ancestors loved to go to the mother river to explore the sacred bones. Descendant worship, pardon! "The saints, step aside …"

Without stopping to speak, he bent down and faced the buildings. He then placed the chicken on the roof of the building.

He ripped open the leather strip on the yellow paper and waved his hand, dispersing it into the sky. Most of it floated to who knows where. Only a small portion of it landed on the chicken's body.

As soon as the yellow paper came into contact with the paper, it began to burn. The surface of the burning paper turned red, and a few drops of butter flowed out from beneath the paper and fell onto the tiles.

After speaking a great deal, Fang Zishu fell to his knees and kowtowed three times towards the second floor of the pavilion. Then, he stood up, picked up his backpack and left without any delay.

When Fang Zishu's figure was about to disappear around the corner of the mountain road, the policeman instantly recovered his strength and scrambled out of the door.

Compared to the beggars on the roadside, he didn't look as good as he did. He looked like a refugee from the north in the year 1949.

"Zishu, wait for me, wait for me …"

The policeman did not care about his sorry state, and directly dragged his backpack, chasing after Fang Zishu. Finally, he caught up to Fang Zishu at the edge of the lake.

Fang Zishu reached out his hand and grabbed onto the bandit's arm, pushing him behind the boulder. Then, he turned his head to look at the distant wooden building, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The oil smoke from the burnt chicken floated into the air. Even though there was a mountain breeze here, it did not affect the oil smoke in the slightest. In the end, the smoke slowly floated into the second floor's window and disappeared.

...

"Zishu, I, I don't know what happened. Just now, when I wanted to walk over there like you, I realized that my legs had lost all of their strength in an instant. You have to believe me, I really …"

"Alright, I believe you, but can you change your clothes first? I can't quite accept your look."

The two of them did not speak on the way, and just walked in silence for about twenty minutes. They only stopped after they had passed this mountaintop. The officer originally wanted to explain it all to Fang Zishu, but he did not expect Fang Zishu to believe his words so quickly.

"You are the one who caused this disaster, and in the end, you still have to settle this grudge yourself. It is fortunate that you did not release something that should not have appeared in this world. Otherwise, I would not have been able to save you."

Fang Zishu sat on top of a piece of broken stone and ate the dried food he had prepared beforehand. As he watched the police officer change his clothes, his expression was neither sad nor happy, as if nothing could affect his state of mind.

The policeman quickly finished changing his clothes. His coat was stained with blood and reeked of blood. He raised his hand and was about to throw it between the rocks of the mountain.

"If you want to die, throw it away."