The night is as cool as water, and the suburbs of Fengming County are quiet and silent. The occasional few weak dog barks seem to be strangling the neck by this boundless night. In the moonless night, it is depressed and low.
"Mother, mother, I'm afraid." The five-year-old girl put her head in her mother's arms, and the new silk flowers on her head were rubbed down, pulling a strand of hair down to her ears.
The woman with a sallow face lowered her head dullly, her eyes flashed with psychedelic brilliance, she hesitantly bent down and hugged her daughter, pulled her up again, and fixed her hair again, "Hey, you're good. There will be sugar in a while."
A woman wearing a white gauze came over, bent down, and a round candy rolled out of her open palm.
"Hey, come and eat."
There was a hint of bitterness in the sweetness of this candy pill, and the little girl knelt on the ground like a mother and father with the candy in her hand. The candy is sweet, and I feel comfortable after eating it, even her face that was a little pale from cold, has become ruddy. She was so small that she couldn't see anything no matter how hard she tried to raise her head, so she moved aside. The family in front brought a little boy about her age. She moved behind the boy and looked forward from the top of his head.
Not far in front was a platform made of dirt, on which a few bonfires were lit, and the faces of the people standing in the center of the platform were flushed. The man with luxurious clothes danced and prayed to the moon in the sky, meditating on songs that the child could not understand.
"Mother, what is he singing?" The little girl pulled the corner of her mother's clothes beside her, her open mouth showing a faint blue color.
"He is praying to the gods, hoping that the gods will allow you to go to the sky to play." Another woman in white yarn came over and pulled up the little girl, "If you look so good-looking, let you be the first to go, okay?"
"But I want to go with my mother." The little girl twisted and hid in her mother's arms.
"Go, go, you go, mother will go soon." The woman tugged at her coarse cloth, "Don't just think about playing there, you must work hard. The gods are happy, and our family can live. Fortunately, my mother can dress beautifully to accompany you."
"Your daughter is so beautiful, well-behaved and obedient, she will definitely be liked by the gods." The white yarn woman picked up the child and walked, passing the kneeling people all the way, and delivered the child to the earth platform.
The man who was dancing on the stage stopped and stretched out his hand to take the little girl. He opened a slit in his dark eyes and looked at the young child in his hand with satisfaction. He suddenly grinned with scarlet lips, "hehe". laugh it out.
The little girl was so frightened that she opened her mouth to shout, but she couldn't make a sound anymore. She saw a cold light flashing in front of her eyes, and a cold thing drew along her tender neck, and the cold place was hot in a moment. The poor girl didn't know yet. At this time, along the thin wound, her life was passing silently, just like the mouth of a bank that broke, and it could no longer be restored. The man took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and put a little blood on the little girl's neck.
Then he quickly lifted the little girl upside down. The blood that was originally babbling spewed out like a waterfall at this moment, and quickly dyed the yellow ground under his feet. Her blood was along the trench dug on the side of the soil platform. Snaking forward, two white gauze women stood aside, chanting, raising their hands and throwing the lit talisman paper into the blood pool. The yellow and white paper ash fell into the bright red one after another, leaving filthy spots.
The mother of the girl in the audience tried her best to straighten her body and looked at the small body that was constantly twisting and struggling in the hands of the man. Her immature neck was covered with blood, and she could no longer see her former face. "My daughter, I'm going to the gods, I'm going to the gods..." The woman rubbed the coarse cloth and murmured to herself, "My daughter is well-behaved and beautiful, and the gods will love her. Then I will have After a good life, there will be a good life."
The family kneeling next to her was busy pushing the boy in his arms to the white yarn woman, and then looked expectantly at the sight of his son being dragged away, with expressions of ecstasy on their faces.
This terrifying ritual continued until the early morning. When the sun shone timidly from the horizon, the blood of forty-nine young children filled the yellow ground, and the small corpses were randomly discarded and piled on the side. Koyama, and their biological parents devoutly took the badges with special symbols from the hands of the white gauze woman, cherished and placed them next to themselves. This is the proof of their loyalty to the gods, and they betrayed them. Evidence of his own bones and blood.