The ancestral hall seems to have been recently renovated. The newly painted lacquer on the doorposts is bright in color, not completely dry, and exudes an unpleasant smell.

The door of the ancestral hall was ajar, and Yu Jin gently pushed it and saw the wooden door tremblingly parted to both sides, revealing a small but clean space.

Some special spices are smoked in the ancestral hall.

In the center of the ancestral hall, there is a dark coffin. The surface of the coffin is finely polished, engraved with abstract patterns, and the lid is tightly closed.

Yu Jin involuntarily approached the coffin, put his hand on the coffin lid, and with a little force, pushed the coffin lid aside.

A stronger smell came from inside the coffin, covering the original fragrance. There was a man lying in the coffin, with a handsome face, pale face, eyes tightly closed, and a serene expression. He was covered with a variety of spices on and under his body, and the complex smells were mixed together, which was so strong that it was pungent.

Yu Jin stared at the face of the person in the coffin, and carefully stretched out his right hand to touch his breath, but was shocked by the low temperature of his skin.

He brushed away the spices inside the coffin and saw the ice cubes below.

The person in the coffin is undoubtedly dead, and the ice is to prevent the body from decaying.

Yu Jin didn't know what effect this method could play, but the face of the person in the coffin was lifelike, as if he could open his eyes in the next second.

He brushed off the spices that had been spread on the man in the coffin, revealing his pale skin. Maybe only the color of his skin made him look like he wasn't alive.

The man in the coffin was not wearing clothes, but his skin was as smooth as jade, without a trace of flaws, not even the small wounds of daily collisions, like a puppet carefully polished with jade, with a red mark only on the heart. .

But his skin maintains the elasticity of a living skin, and the hairs on his body can be seen clearly, not like a carved artwork.

Yu Jin put the spice back on his body, and gently stroked his face with his fingers, ready to close the coffin lid.

But the man lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the coffin.

Yu Jin was caught off guard from falling into the coffin, his knee hit the ice at the bottom of the coffin, and the pain and cold came together.

The original lifeless person was pressing him at the bottom of the coffin at the moment, and the spices on his body rustled on him, obscuring almost all his senses.

With a smile in his eyes, the man in the coffin pressed his shoulders to prevent him from struggling, and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

His lips are also cold, and his tongue slides into Yu Jin's mouth like a piece of ice, grabbing all the warmth from his body.

Yu Jin felt that his breathing was also lost as the temperature dropped, and pushed his shoulders hard.

The man in the coffin felt his resistance, but he did not let him go, but demanded more violently until his brain was deprived of oxygen, and he lay in the coffin in a dazed state, and then he straightened up and looked at him condescendingly.

He felt his clothes being ripped apart, and the delicate kiss fell on the sensitive part, but he couldn't move or make a sound.

Slow footsteps came from far to near, accompanied by the regular sound of crutches hitting the ground. The door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and an old voice came: "Who is here?"

Yu Jin was startled and came back to his senses, only to find that he was kneeling in the coffin, the eyes of the person in the coffin were tightly closed, and he looked Serene, as if he had never woken up, but the spices on his body slipped a little.

Yu Jin quickly came out of the coffin, lest people misunderstand. The goddess tapped her cane regularly, held his hand, and said excitedly, "This is a miracle!"

She chanted a spell again, but Yu Jin couldn't understand what she was saying, but she knew that she didn't Not angry or surprised, but rather relieved.

After reading a paragraph, she pointed to the coffin and began to speak in non-standard Mandarin: "This is your future husband, you must get along well with him."

But lying in the coffin was a genuine corpse.

The goddess instructed a few more words, closed the lid of the coffin, and took Yu Jin's hand to send him to Yu Cheng's house.

Yu Jin withdrew his hand without a trace, keeping a certain distance from her.

The goddess was very enthusiastic and didn't care about his petty temper.

When he returned to Yu Cheng's house, it was too late after all. Even if the environment was unsatisfactory, Yu Jin would soon fall asleep.

The people in the village got up early, and as soon as the sun came up, they could hear chickens barking and dogs barking mixed together. Yu Jin didn't sleep soundly and was woken up early.

The whole night had been unpleasant, and he had been tormented by nightmares, as if he had been locked in a coffin.

Yu Cheng was a little surprised when he saw him coming out, but seeing his haggard appearance that he didn't rest well, he felt a little guilty: "Or if you rest a little more during the day, there's nothing to do anyway." The

second half of the sentence "Enjoy before you die . Let's live." He didn't say anything.

Yu Jin shook his head, used cold water to clear his mind, and asked to visit the ancestral hall in the village.

Yu Cheng hurriedly agreed, and after cleaning up, he took him to the ancestral hall.

There was no one walking around in the village, but as soon as I entered the ancestral hall, I saw six middle-aged women, plus the goddess, all huddled together.

When the goddess saw him, she smiled warmly again.

Yu Jin used Yu Cheng to avoid her gaze and looked at the six middle-aged women: "What are they doing?"

"They are sewing your wedding dress. There will be a different wedding dress every day for the seven-day ceremony. Except for the last day. The ones that have been passed down from the ancestors, the first six days need to be done now."

Several middle-aged women looked up at him and hurriedly resumed their work.

The wedding dress is bright red and embroidered with different patterns according to the different themes of the sacrifice on that day. But looking at the styles of wedding dresses, it is not complicated and gorgeous, but more inclined to daily life.

The coffin I saw the night before was still placed in the center of the ancestral hall. Seeing his eyes falling on it, Yu Cheng continued to explain: "Because God has no substance, he needs to use the human body to complete the ritual."

Yu Jin asked: "Do you know how the people here are selected? ?"

Yu Cheng scratched his head: "I don't know about that, it's probably the young man who died recently in the village. But don't get your hopes up, the corpse will be kept here for at least ten days, waiting for the day of the final ceremony, it is estimated that I can't see normal people anymore, everyone is the same."

After hearing his words, the goddess tapped on the crutches and opened the coffin lid with some displeasure.

The body of the person in the coffin was intact, like a living person. Yu Cheng was speechless, he could only shrink his neck, and muttered: "Who is this person, why do I have no impression."

A middle-aged woman raised her head and said, "This is not the kid next door, who has been with your sister since childhood. Growing up. Why, you didn't recognize him after going out for a few years?"

Yu Cheng became more and more puzzled, and another middle-aged woman beside him added: "I married your sister when I was a child, but unfortunately I didn't wait until that day. It's gone, and now it's a complete marriage."

Yu Cheng whispered to Yu Jin: "Don't listen to their nonsense, I really don't remember having such a neighbor. My family moved in from outside, where are there acquaintances."

Not to mention Yu Jin She's not his sister at all, how could she be such a childhood sweetheart.

Yu Jin was silent for a while, and then asked, "Grow up together?" The

middle-aged woman twitched her lips without thinking: "Yeah, I still remember that you were an introvert when you were a child, you didn't like to play with other children, and you had a bad temper. Da, it's because he has a good temper and can talk to you. At first, you disliked people, but after that, you stick together every day."

Yu Cheng was dumbfounded: "Where is there such a thing, don't talk nonsense."

He Feeling embarrassed, he turned his head to persuade Yu Jin to leave, but found that Yu Jin was pale and in a trance, with his hand covering half of his face, which seemed very painful.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine." Yu Jin squeezed out these words with difficulty, pressing his temples tightly, as if this would slow down the flow of memory.

The middle-aged woman was still not convinced, and continued to talk about their affairs: "We thought you two were just like this, but I didn't expect you to grow up, but you like to get angry with him, and wanted to run away from home, but fortunately, I still persuaded I'm back. Well , I don't know what you think."

"Go back and rest." Seeing that his condition was really bad, Yu Cheng said goodbye to the other people and helped him in the direction of home.

He just touched Yu Jin, but he felt a force pull him aside, it seemed that the jade bracelet in Yu Jin's hand emitted a faint white light.

The white light of the bracelet seemed to have a soothing power, Yu Jin's headache was relieved a lot, and his spirit was stabilized. He declined Yu Cheng's help and walked to his house alone.

Yu Cheng was a little worried when he saw his back desolate, and went after him: "These long-tongued women like to chew their tongues, don't take it to heart. I really don't have this sister in my family, and I didn't mean to trick you. Yes ."

Yu Jin showed a shallow but bitter smile: "I know. I may be unaccustomed to the soil and water."

"Then I'll find a doctor again? Do you want to go to the county seat."

"Just take a rest."

Yu Jin pushed aside Yu Cheng, went back to his house alone, locked the door, and curled up on the bed, clutching his chest.

The impact on the memory was particularly big this time. He could feel that the most crucial piece of his memory had been loosened.

It may only take a little chance for him to recover his memory.

He raised his wrist and held the jade bracelet against his forehead in an attempt to relieve the pain. The jade bracelet was warm and cool to the touch, like a pair of gentle hands, which carefully helped him sort out the messy memories.

After an unknown time, he slowly fell asleep in pain. In the haze, there seemed to be a pair of hands that straightened his sleeping position and helped him cover the quilt.

But he opened his eyes dazedly, but saw nothing but the cold wind blowing in from the broken window.

The remaining two days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the first day of the ceremony.

Early in the morning, someone rushed into the room and called Yu Jin up, wanting to change his clothes and freshen up.

The first step was to take a shower. Yu Jin watched a group of people come to pick up his clothes, lowered his voice and asked Yu Cheng to drive them away.

Yu Cheng gave him a helpless look, but the goddess knew that he was shy, so she stood up and asked him to take a bath and change his clothes.

There were a lot of spices in the bath water, but Yu Jin wanted to pick them out, but was stopped by the goddess, who forced him to soak in the water for enough time, and when he came out, his body was full of flavors.

The clothes given to Yu Jin are still serious men's clothes. It can be seen that although they call him a "girl", they are still like a mirror in their hearts.

It's just that he took a closer look at the style of the clothes, but found that the buttons were all odd, but they were actually made according to the shroud.

It seems that they did not think that the sacrifices would survive, and treated the wedding as a funeral.

Yu Jin originally wanted to drive everyone out, but the women in the village did a lot of farm work and had a lot of strength. A dozen arms overwhelmed him and pressed him against the table to put on makeup.

In order not to destroy the sacrificial ceremony, Yu Jin could only endure the pain. He stared blankly at the little change in himself in the mirror.

It may have been Tujili, the villagers put so much makeup on him that in the end he could barely recognize his appearance.

It took a lot of time just to get dressed. It was almost noon when he was pushed out of the door by a group of people, walking from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, and was watched all the way.

After this trip, the goddess sent him to the ancestral hall, drank a bowl of sticky and foul-smelling soup, and recited a few spells beside him.

He was finally sent to a secret room, where he sat in the center of the room, while a group of strong men in masks chanted and danced beside him.

The whole ceremony was very long, and it was not completely over until it was getting dark. And this day, he only drank what he didn't know that night, and he was already hungry and weak.

He thought that after dancing, he could at least eat first, but the dancing group of men brought a huge tree trunk and tied him to the trunk, with his arms outstretched and his feet hanging in the air, like a crucified Jesus.

Seeing that he was fixed, the villagers worshiped devoutly and left him here alone.

The ceremony on this first day has just begun.

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