Chapter 27

You Wuming seemed to be in a good mood.

He flipped over and got off the bed. His back seemed especially lively.

"There's a sacrifice today." He casually pulled off his loose robe and took a slightly more formal black robe from the jade rack.

"Little Sang Guo, come and help me change."

She sat up and said in surprise, "You haven't recovered from your serious injury, and you still want to go out?"

"Injury?

What injury? "He stared back at her with a serious expression." Do I look like someone who would get injured? "

Sang Yuanyuan faked a smile, got off the bed, and helped him tie his robe.

There were no clothes on his jade rack that were suitable for her to wear.

After tidying him up, she yawned and wanted to walk back to the bed.

"Little Sang Guo," he called out to her. "Where are you going?"

"To catch up on my sleep.

There's no clothes here that I can wear outside. "

He chuckled and clapped his hands.

A maid came in with a tray. On the tray was a set of black robes. The material and texture were almost the same as the one he was wearing.

The only difference was that his was a hornless dragon, while hers was a black phoenix.

Although it was casual clothing, it was still the ceremonial attire of a wife.

The maid put down the robes, bowed, and retreated.

You Wuming walked in front of Sang Yuanyuan. His gaze was heavy and extremely oppressive.

"Do you want me to help you change?"

She quickly grabbed the robes and fled behind the screen of the Misty Mountains.

When she came out a little bashfully, she saw him with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a strange smile on his face.

"Little Sang Guo, those clouds are muslin.

They're transparent. "

Sang Yuanyuan's expression changed.

You Wuming's face was full of mischief. "Sometimes it's invisible, sometimes it's even more beautiful.

Little Sang Guo, you're deliberately seducing me, aren't you? "

She stiffly turned her head to look at the screen. After staring at it for a while, she realized that she couldn't see the palace wall behind the screen.

It wasn't transparent at all!

"I lied to you!"

You Wuming was convulsing with laughter.

Before she could get angry, he grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her out of the palace.

Short-lived was hopping down the stairs. When it saw its master come out, it was so happy that it sneezed a few times.

You Wuming Did Not Bring Your Saber With Today's Trip.

In the end, his body was still weak.

The Dark Shadow Guards split into two rows and followed behind him.

"Why aren't you worried at all?" Sang Yuanyuan could not help but ask. "Those people are framing you for rebellion!"

You Wuming said nonchalantly, "So be it."

"But …" She remembered the destruction of Sang Prefecture in the book.

There was simply no need for Tiandu to make a move. Just by issuing a declaration of war, there would be a pack of fierce tigers and wolves swarming forward, swallowing a small prefecture into their stomachs.

You Wuming glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Seeing that her face was filled with genuine worry, he unconsciously curled the corners of his lips and said to her in a rare serious tone.

"For the time being, no one will dare to take the lead."

His voice was flat and cold. Sang Yuanyuan could even hear a hint of cruelty in it.

She tilted her head to look at him and saw that his black eyes were filled with disdain.

Right at this moment, a rider came from the front and hurriedly reported.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the King of the State of Korea is leading an army of 100,000 to attack Jade Gate Pass!

Jade Gate Pass is in a state of emergency. At most, they can hold on for another five days! "

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

You Wuming: "…"

Jade Gate Pass was the most important town on the western front of Youzhou. It was adjacent to the State of Korea.

Youzhou was different from other prefectures. Every stronghold was stocked with a large number of soldiers.

Sang Yuanyuan did not expect that Han Shaoling would take the lead.

At this moment, there was no news from Tiandu. By doing this, he was already clearly raising the flag.

You Wuming laughed.

"Good." He said.

He tugged on the reins and continued to head north of the city.

"Little Sang Guo, after watching the Human Sacrifice today, I will take you to behead Han Shaoling tomorrow."

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

After traveling for a while, she realized that the smell of blood was not an illusion.

There was a sacrifice in front of her, and the smell of blood filled the sky.

She suddenly remembered what the Human Sacrifice was.

Every year on Hibernation Awakening, the eighteen prefectures of Cloud Realm would hold a Human Sacrifice. They would take a flawless young girl and pour them into a special liquid. They would vomit blood until they died, and the purest blood would be used as a sacrifice to the nine strange entrances to the deep abyss.

It was a very cruel and barbaric custom, with a strong sense of superstition.

For thousands of years, the people of this land believed that if they made a sacrifice on Hibernation Awakening, they would be able to temporarily satisfy the Nether Demons in the deep abyss and calm the restless abyss.

In the book, after Meng Wuyou became the first wife of Han Shaoling, she once destroyed a sacrifice and saved a young girl.

That year, the Nether Demons' 'Tide Surge' appeared in twelve places at the same time. Just a little bit more, and the eighteen prefectures of Cloud Realm would have become a delicious meal for the Nether Demons.

No one knew if it was a coincidence or inevitable.

Sang Yuanyuan also did not know.

You Wuming keenly caught her nervousness.

He bent down next to her ear, softly exhaling: "Already dead, not giving you a chance to sympathize with those sacrifices."

She opened her mouth, but did not know what to say.

The ceremony was completed in a large pit. Standing at the edge of the pit and looking down, one could see that there was a huge and beautiful red pattern at the bottom of the pit. Blood mist was dense, and a pale body was being carried out. Some people surrounded it, crying and laughing at the same time.

You Wuming said: "They are all willing.

The families of the chosen sacrifices can be freed from slavery.

For these people, it is a great thing. "

"Do you believe it?" she asked.

You Wuming tilted his head to look at her.

"The sacrifice can calm the Nether Demons.

Do you believe it? "She looked back, deeply looking into his eyes.

"If I believe it … …" An evil smile appeared on his face, "I will not do it."

She stared at him in a daze.

His breathing became extremely heavy, and by her ear, his voice was a bit hoarse: "Little Sang Guo, you don't know how dirty this world is. Every day, I wish I could turn it into ashes!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

This pervert, I'm afraid there is no saving him.

He suddenly smiled, and his smile was extremely evil: "I will live well, and personally send it to its grave."

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

She was a proper world-destroying villain, pure and innocent.

Can this be reversed?

It was at this moment that the crowd surrounding the young girl's body suddenly began to make a ruckus.

You Wuming lightly pulled on the reins, and the short-lived horse galloped over.

When they got close, they found out that there was a wound on the girl's forearm caused by a fingernail. A few white-robed priests were scared out of their wits, and were checking whether this wound was an old one from before the sacrifice, or a new one from when they were moving the body.

"Not even the slightest flaw can be found!" The priest was extremely frightened, "In order to be absolutely safe, it is best to make another perfect sacrifice!"

Immediately, someone pushed the other girl to the front: "Sir, look at her, there is no problem at all!"

It was as if they were promoting a product.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat, and she looked over.

The girl just happened to raise her head, and a pair of numb eyes stared straight at Sang Yuanyuan, as if there were strange stars rotating in her eyes.

Sang Yuanyuan saw the girl's mouth move, as if she was mouthing: "Help me."

Her body trembled, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on You Wuming's hand.

You Wuming's eyelids twitched.

The guards stepped forward and parted the crowd, and You Wuming leisurely came close, glanced at the body, and said: "An injury after death."

Seeing the arrival of the Lord, the crowd immediately knelt on the ground.

"Lord!"

Since the Lord had spoken, naturally no one dared to question him.

Since it was an injury after death, there was no need to offer another girl as a sacrifice.

The girl who had narrowly escaped death knelt on the ground, staring at Sang Yuanyuan until she was dragged away.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart was filled with an indescribable feeling.

That blood-red cloud fell on her heart, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

The smell of blood in the air made her feel very dizzy, and her breathing felt like it was stuck in a swamp, sticky and heavy.

It was clearly still early in the morning, but she felt sleepy, and her eyelids were getting heavier.

She frowned and suddenly remembered something that was not right. Back then, Meng Wuyou was supposed to be a sacrifice. If Han Shaoling had not brought her out of the slave camp, she would have been the one to be sacrificed to the Day of Awakening Hibernation in the State of Korea.

However, on that day when Meng Wuyou fell in front of You Wuming's table, there was a crescent-shaped birthmark on her ankle. It was this birthmark that made a Ghost Shadow Guard recognize her as his long lost sister, and exchanged his life for hers.

"Can a birthmark be used as a sacrifice?" Sang Yuanyuan could not help but tilt her head and ask.

"Of course not." You Wuming did not need to think, and casually replied: "Not even a single flaw."

Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes gradually darkening.

"Ah, I remember now.

That fake was a sacrifice. "You Wuming slowly said:" How can a sacrifice have a birthmark?

Ha, a fake and a liar. "

Was Han Shaoling deceived?

He was indeed moved by the tears of a girl who was about to die.

Sang Yuanyuan lightly shook her head.

Even if she looked down on Meng Wuyou, she had to admit that a person like Meng Wuyou would not be able to tell such a lie.

She must have been chosen as a sacrifice.

So something like a birthmark, would it grow out the day after tomorrow?

At the right time … … it would grow out … … to save her life?

Sang Yuanyuan's expression of deep contemplation fell into You Wuming's eyes, and gradually, a dark flame was ignited.

"What are you thinking about?" He lightly asked.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she did not hear him.

You Wuming bent down and whispered into her ear, as if he was trying to hypnotize her: "When you realized that Han Shaoling had been deceived, do you want to find him and tell him the truth, hmm?"

Sang Yuanyuan's dazed thoughts were led astray by him. She vaguely felt that this man seemed to have cast a strange spell on her to confuse her mind.

She happened to be very sleepy, so she fell for it.

"That's right." She stupidly said the words in her heart.

You Wuming's gaze instantly chilled to the bone.

He raised a large hand and slowly stroked the black robe that symbolized the mistress of Youzhou, landing on her slender neck and strangling it.

"And then?"

He continued to whisper into her ear: "Make him hate that woman so that you can return to his side?

Hmm? "

"What woman?"

Her eyes were still lifeless, and she did not even feel that her breathing was obstructed. Her voice carried a hint of gasping as she said: "Tell him that the person who killed father and brother was not you."

You Wuming's expression changed, and he hurriedly let go of her.

Before she could regain her senses, he suddenly knocked her unconscious and hugged her in his arms, his eyes filled with guilt.

With a tug of the reins, Short-life galloped out of Royal City, heading straight for a short grassy slope in the outskirts of the city.

He hugged her and rolled down, placing her on the grass. He squatted by the side and glared at her.

"Short-life." He called.

Short-life scooted forward, using its nose to nudge Sang Yuanyuan's arm.

"What should I do?"

He muttered: "If she wakes up, will she realize that I wronged her and did something to her?"

Short-life tilted its head and glanced at him, its gaze rather speechless.

It remembered something. Last time, its master had suddenly wanted to carve some pattern on a tree. In the end, he accidentally messed up a little. He didn't think about fixing it. Instead, he simply chopped the tree into firewood.

Another time, he kindly helped it build a small wooden house, but the roof was a little crooked. Originally, it should have been fixed, but after fiddling with it for a while, he suddenly became impatient and tore down its nest.

So this was the kind of guy …

"Should I kill her?" He said this as expected.

He was still squatting on the ground, swaying lightly, as if eager to try.

Short-life sneezed angrily, turning sideways, and swinging its tail, it sent You Wuming to the grass.

You Wuming was genuinely shocked.

Short-life landed its furry butt on the ground, and the entire beast sat upright in front of Sang Yuanyuan.

It was actually a little timid, its pair of black eyes glancing at You Wuming, then at You Wuming.

The man and beast looked at each other, and it immediately put on a proud posture, twisting its head to the side.

But its body did not budge an inch.

You Wuming: "…"

After a moment of stalemate, he slowly stood up and said: "You didn't bring a knife out, and even Short-life is rebelling."

He tilted his head and complained: "Have you become a spirit?!"

Short-life was a little guilty, its head drooping a little, looking up at its master from below.

"Little Sang Guo is mine!" You Wuming put his hands on his hips, declaring his sovereignty. "Not yours!"

Short-life's head drooped even lower, hesitating, not knowing if it should move away.

The man and beast confronted each other for a moment, and Short-life was completely terrified.

It lowered its body, bent its four legs, and moved to the side.

Although its body was very honest, it still held on to its last breath, ready to pounce on You Wuming at any time to prevent him from doing something stupid.

You Wuming blinked innocently, sitting next to Sang Yuanyuan, pulling her up and leaning half of her body in his arms.

Short-life observed for a moment, then moved behind him to act as a pillow.

It understood its master — with this appearance, it would not kill anyone for the time being.

"What is Little Sang Guo made of?"

You Wuming tilted Sang Yuanyuan's head, feeling wronged, and stared at the faint bruise on her neck. "I just touched it lightly."

Short-life rolled its eyes.

"Oh!" Its eyes lit up. "It's an old injury caused by Jiang Jinpeng!

Where's Jiang Jinpeng? I want to kill him. "

Short-life: "…"

You Wuming nodded. "Yes, keep it there, together with 'it'.

Let him 'enjoy' it for a while. "

His voice was gloomy.

He narrowed his eyes.

He sighed. "Tell me, I'm about to die, why don't the You Ying Guards rebel?

What are they trying to achieve by following me?

If they do, I'll kill them all, so that one dies today and one dies tomorrow. "

He patted Short-life's head. "Why didn't you die last time? If you died, everything would be over. If you didn't die, I would still have to worry about when you would die."

Short-life: "…"

It felt that its master was actually a very insecure person, but he would definitely not admit it.

The man and beast stared at each other.

After a moment, You Wuming slowly lowered his head.

A clear drop of water fell from his hand that was holding Sang Yuanyuan's waist.

The woman in his arms trembled slightly, whimpering softly like a kitten.

She murmured softly, "Shuang 'er … Shuang' er …"

You Wuming's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Short-life stuck its head under You Wuming's claws in a timely manner.

He scratched its soft white fur and smiled lightly. "Why are you panicking? This doesn't sound like a man's name."

Short-life wanted to give him a look of disdain, but it didn't dare to.

"Ah!" Sang Yuanyuan exclaimed. She opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling violently.

She looked around in a daze, and after a long time, she slowly regained her senses.

She had an extremely realistic dream, causing her to be unable to distinguish between night and day for a moment.

She trembled, raised her hand, and looked at the fingernail on her left ring finger.

"Little Sang Guo." A faint voice came from behind her. "How old are you? You still have nightmares?"

Sang Yuanyuan slowly turned her head and looked at him in a daze. After a while, a bright tear rolled out of her eye.

You Wuming's expression cracked. "… I'm here, what are you afraid of?

What's there to be afraid of in a dream? "

She gently grasped his clothes. After a while, her expression calmed down.

"Just now, I dreamt that I became the girl who was being sacrificed."

She slowly said, as if she wanted to expel those memories from her mind. "The dream started last night, and it continued until I died today.

At every moment, I felt the same way. "

You Wuming slowly narrowed his eyes.

"That drug … destroyed my entire body. All that was left was an intact shell. Everything inside was corroded. I vomited blood, vomited all of it. It was so uncomfortable." She recalled and said, "But even so, I still felt that it would be better to die."

You Wuming's eyes became colder, and a sneer appeared on his lips, as if he had understood something.

"So, the moment I was forced to drink the drug, I secretly used my fingernail to cut my arm. That way, it wouldn't be perfect. They would definitely sacrifice another person, and Shuang 'er wouldn't have to wait until next year …"

She raised her hand and looked at her clean fingernails again.

After a while, she closed her eyes and gently inhaled. She quickly inhaled three times, and then slowly exhaled.

After repeating this seven or eight times, she successfully pulled her mind away from the suffocating emotions.

"Who is Shuang 'er?" You Wuming asked lightly.

Sang Yuanyuan slowly broke away from the empathic state. She concentrated for a moment and said, "It's the girl who was almost replaced."

You Wuming's lips curved slightly, and his smile was gentle. "So, after Little Sang Guo saw that scene, he couldn't let it go, and created a sad dream?"

"… Yes." She didn't know whether to nod or shake her head.

The details in the dream were too real. Every state of mind, and those experiences …

And the feeling of using her fingernails to scratch her skin.

She couldn't help but look down at her fingernails again.

A strange impulse kept surging in her heart. She felt that she had to confirm it, or else it would be hard to let it go.

"Can I take another look at the dead body?" She asked.

"Okay."

You Wuming lazily pulled her up, put his arm around her, and rode the Cloud Beast back to the city.

He calmly gave the order. After a while, the girl's body covered with a white cloth was carried into the front yard.

Sang Yuanyuan slowly lifted the cloth, and the girl's pale face was revealed.

She took two deep breaths, and her gaze fell on the girl's left hand.

Under the fingernail of the ring finger …

There were traces of skin and blood!

Sang Yuanyuan sucked in a breath of cold air. Her scalp was numb, and her heart was beating violently in her mind.

She stiffly walked to the other side and gently lifted the dead body's stiff arm.

That scratch was exactly the same as the one in her dream.

How could it be?!

She stood there in disbelief. After a while, she suddenly remembered something. She stood up and looked at You Wuming. "Save Shuang 'er, okay?"

You Wuming's lips curled into an indifferent smile. "The next sacrifice will be next year."

She gently shook her head. Her expression was a little strange, as if she also felt that what she was about to say was ridiculous.

But she still said, "The person who watches over the 'sacrifices' is very bad. He did some very, very bad things to them."

She pursed her lips and continued with difficulty, "After today's sacrifice, that guard will be stimulated by blood. He will definitely torture Shuang 'er even more pervertedly …"

You Wuming's lips curled up. "But the sacrifices must be perfect. Even if there is such a bad person, what can he do?"

"Anything that won't cause any external injuries." Sang Yuanyuan's gaze was slightly stiff as she said each word clearly.

At the beginning of the dream, she saw it with her own eyes.

That big-bellied guy bared his yellow teeth and was about to attack her. It was Shuang 'er who hid her behind her and took her place to suffer all kinds of humiliation and torture.

"Oh?" You Wuming's interest was immediately piqued. He pulled her into his arms and said happily, "Let's go and take a look."

In the land of You Prefecture, You Wuming was the god who ruled over everything.

In a moment, the two of them arrived at the slave camp where the sacrifices were kept.

The crowd kneeled on the ground. You Wuming didn't say anything, so they didn't dare to get up or make any noise.

Short-life lightly carried the two of them and jumped up the stone steps that were about ten feet high. They crashed into the big stone house where the sacrifices were usually kept.

Sang Yuanyuan saw at a glance that the young girl was kneeling in front of a naked fatty, her head raised in humiliation.

You Wuming stared blankly for a moment.

That pair of extremely black eyes slowly turned in a circle.

The yellow-toothed fatty suddenly turned his head. When he saw You Wuming's face, he was so scared that he froze on the spot.

After a moment of stagnation, he was so scared that he wet his pants.

The young girl was still kneeling numbly, like a walking corpse, without any consciousness.

You Wuming's eyes twitched twice. He lowered his head and ordered the personal guard behind him, "Bury her."

Just as the personal guard was about to move, he added, "Bury her in the latrine."

The yellow-toothed fatty was dragged away like a corpse.

The young girl slowly raised her head. When she saw Sang Yuanyuan's appearance, her eyes finally became a bit lively.

"Shuang 'er is willing to be an ox or a horse, to serve Madam, and to die for Madam!" She threw herself on the ground, her forehead hitting the floor with a bang.

You Wuming thought for a moment, then said, "Little Sang Guo seems to be lacking a personal maidservant."

The young girl called Shuang 'er was taken out of the slave camp.

Sang Yuanyuan called her in front of him and asked her a few simple questions. He was completely sure that this young girl was the one who appeared in his dream.

This matter was really very strange.

Sang Yuanyuan groggily thought, could this be fate?

When they returned to Wang City, Sang Yuanyuan felt even more sleepy.

She forced herself to stay awake. After changing You Wuming's medicine, she lay on the green jade bed, not wanting to move at all.

She knew that he would stare at her from time to time.

This guy's physique was really different from ordinary people. He had just woken up yesterday, but today he was already restless, as if he wanted to do something to her.

She decisively closed her eyes.

Whatever. In any case, don't expect her to move.

Her mind slowly floated. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard her own voice.

"Does Lord not want to do it today?"