Chapter 83 Section Fourteen

This winter is really difficult. I have never seen such a heavy snow. Standing on the Jiankun Tucheng, there is a vast expanse of whiteness in the distance, and the end of the world cannot be seen.Huge snowflakes, like door panels, poured down from the sky.Therefore, although I know that the snowflake itself is weightless, when I see it floating down, I can't help but dodge to avoid it. I ordered a few old people from Jiankun's native country to come and asked them if it was like this every winter.They said in unison that this was the first time they had seen such heavy snow since they were so old.It seems that the sky is going to be angry. It is said that the ancestor of Jiankun is a dragon, which lives in the dark place of the North Pole.If it fails to do so, it will get angry and withdraw the boundless rain and snow to the sky above Jiankun until it completely covers Jiankun.Now the heavy snow has not stopped for half a month, obviously the Shenlong of Beiming has become angry.

Although I don't usually believe in such nonsense, I can't help but feel awe-inspiring at this time.I asked: "Then we have to sacrifice to the dragon. You tell me how to sacrifice, and I can imitate it." They shook their heads in unison again, with snow-white curly beards wrapped around their chins, and their eyes were full of despair: "No, that is the ancestor god of Jiankun, even if you Huns give him rich and pious sacrifices, it will not It will not enjoy. It will only enjoy the sacrifices offered to it by its offspring." I flew into a rage, a rage of despair.I held down the handle of my knife and asked angrily, "You mean, if you drive us away, the snow will stop?"

They stared blankly at me, then at each other, and nodded. "Very good, but the customs of our Huns are not like this. Our ancestors are emperors in the sky. He only wants their descendants to be strong. If his descendants are weak, he will lament their misfortune and be angry at their lack of effort Therefore, if there is such a so-called divine dragon in the sky, it has descendants like you who do not grow up, and I am afraid it will have to accept its fate.” I pointed the tip of my knife at the hazy sky, and the snowflakes kept falling. It spun down on the tip of my knife and turned into water droplets and flowed into my hand.

These old men said blankly: "But you are so powerful that you gave up the fertile Qilian Mountains and hid in our impoverished Jiankun." Before they could finish their words, my knife had already slashed down like lightning, one, two, three... My feet were full of bright red pits, big and small, which melted the white snow blanket into mottled patterns.I don't know how many cuts I made, I was very tired, and I stood slumped in the snow, staring blankly at the bright red pits, which continued to sink slowly under the red dip. "Kill all the Jiankun people in the city and use it to sacrifice their ancestors." I gave an order.