The clan history of the Si family is registered by Shi Si, which is more detailed than the murals. All things big and small are recorded in it. The most recorded one hundred years ago. Fifty years later, as the Si family declared that they no longer practiced witch power and their bloodlines were withering from generation to generation, fewer and fewer things could be recorded in this clan history.

In nearly twenty years, I have finished it in just two or three pages.

This tribal history has gone from glory to decay, and then to decline step by step. The whole history of blood and tears is as heavy as a mountain.

Qin Liuxi looked back a hundred years ago, looked at it bit by bit, and found that the clan history had never written about the saying that the saint son Wu Shi and the Black Witch Saint had one son.

But the gossip that Little Ginseng Jing heard said that the Black Witch Saint took out the talisman array to draw the talisman array from the baby.

Is it the little devil who bragged or the Black Witch Saint who kept a hand, and didn't ask the witch to know that he was pregnant, which made the entire White Witch clan unaware of this.

Qin Liuxi turned to a page and wrote: In the month of Yimao in Gengchen, the great witch of our clan, Si Sheng, summoned eight sacrificial elders and the saint Si Qing, surrounded and suppressed the Black Witch Temple, and won a complete victory. The Black Witch Saint exploded the Yuandan at the altar, sacrificed his soul, planted a blood curse, and cursed our clan for retribution from generation to generation.

In the month of Xinwei and Dingsi, the Holy Son Si Ling died of bleeding in seven orifices, his soul was scattered, and the high priest hurt his son and was sad.

In the month of Dingwei in Gengchen, the saint Si Qing sacrificed blood to the sky, and saw a trace of heavenly secrets. He predicted that the blood curse could be broken in a hundred years. He combined the power of the priests to set up a large formation to protect the village, leaving a thread of remaining shade and protecting a trace of blood.

The following records are about who died every year and what disease they died of.

Turning to one of the pages, Qin Liuxi exclaimed and his eyes fell on it.

This record is different from that. It is a fool who lacks a soul. His actions before his death are cut off his uterus, kneeling on the ground and lying on his mouth, as if he is offering sacrifices, which is horrifying.

Qin Liuxi lit this record and thoughtfully said, this operation looks familiar!

Although some fools have no soul, they will also have different talents from others, or they may understand ghosts and gods, know the past and future. Which one does this fool belong to?

"What did you see?" Si Lengyue walked over.

Qin Liuxi looked up and said, "The sacrifice has been completed?"

"It's just a small sacrifice, and now there are few people. Except for the ten-year high sacrifice, the other small sacrifices were simplified when my mother was born." Si Lengyue said.

Qin Liuxi pointed out the small record to her: "Look at it."

Si Lengyue took it and saw that she had read the Records of the Grand Historian. If it were in the past, she would have read it after seeing this passage. After all, the causes of death of everyone are different.

But from the little ginseng spirit, I heard the gossip, and seeing this passage again, a trace of strangeness appeared in my heart.

"What did you think of?" Qin Liuxi asked her.

Si Lengyue said: "It's no different from the gossip that Xiao Chan heard. Could it be that this fool also saw it?"

"Look at how old she is, fifteen years old, Gong Xianben has long died." Qin Liuxi said with a smile.

Si Lengyue was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm going to let you laugh at me. Is that her ability to know the past?"

"It's hard to say that the foolish child has one less soul. Maybe she has the ability to pass the talent through it by chance, or maybe she really saw her soul when Gong Xianben sacrificed."

"Can you see it even if you like a soul?"

"A person has three souls and seven spirits. Only when he combines it is a person who must have all the tails. But when he separates, it is like a clone." Qin Liuxi used two fingers as a metaphor and said: "If you can see this, you may not be sure that you can see this at a certain opportunity."

Si Lengyue seemed to have some understanding.

"Of course, this is just my guess, but this record, a gossip is a coincidence, or the second is a coincidence?" Qin Liuxi said: "I see that your clan history records over the past century, and all of them have worked hard to solve this blood curse, but none of them can succeed. I am afraid that as you said, if you find the wrong direction, the real source is not found at all, and you will not be able to solve it."

Si Lengyue was stunned, turned to look at the statue of the saint, and said quietly: "She once predicted that it would be solved for a hundred years. It is true that she said it is true. Without your appearance, wouldn't she never know this?"

Qin Liuxi also looked over, but was very excited and said, "She is very powerful. I think she was highly respected by believers at that time and her witchcraft was also very strong."

Si Lengyue said: "She is also a witch doctor. If she is still here, she will definitely be very close to you."

The statue stands quietly on the platform, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and his eyes look ahead, quiet, tranquil, compassionate, and peaceful.

Si Lengyue said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the saint's note."

Qin Liuxi followed her out and stepped out of the threshold of the temple. She seemed to be aware of it. She turned around and looked at the statue, as if she saw a glimmer of light.

The Saint's residence is right in front of the waterfall. Although nearly a hundred years have passed, the house remains clean. Standing in front of the house, you can keep the valley in sight.

Qin Liuxi looked at the small building, which was very simple and neat, with totems everywhere, the bed was a bamboo bed, and a book was placed in front of the desk, as if the owner had never left, but had just left the far door and had not returned.

She watched Si Lengyue pull out a roll of letters from the bookshelf and handed them over.

"I thought such a note would be stored secretly." Qin Liuxi smiled.

Si Lengyue said: "Prophecy is not a secret, but it is not as detailed as the letter. Therefore, even if the clan members know that there is this prophecy, because it is a future matter, there is nowhere to be found, so they can only wait. Later, the clan members withered, and each generation is worse than the other, and finally they end up losing their families. The ones who know in detail are the head of the family."

Qin Liuxi opened the note and looked at it. The note written in small regular script was neatly read. When she looked down, she seemed to see the man sitting behind the desk, writing about the blood curse of the clan in strokes.

They tried everything they could to resolve the curse, but they could not get it, so they could only watch the tribe withering.

They began to complain that using the Holy Son to do fine work was the most wrong decision since the founding of the White Witch clan, which caused the White Witch clan to be destroyed.

"...I have seen the secret of heaven. The blood curse has existed for a hundred years. If a son comes out, he carries the fire pattern on the lotus and saves our clan from the difficulty of the vein. If the noble son solves the difficulties of our clan, the people of our clan should regard the noble son as the main one, and make a thousand years of good deeds, never let them down, and repay the holy grace..."

A drop of bright red fell on this passage. Qin Liuxi looked at the desk table, as if he saw Si Qing writing while writing, and bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Qin Liuxi looked again, and Si Qing also wrote about the doubts about Gong Xianben's blood curse for the sacrifice of the soul. She suspected that she had another plan, but she suffered from the lack of time and could not find out.

The letter ended suddenly here.

Qin Liuxi looked at it again and said, "Si Qing may have guessed that Gong Xianben was a pretentious person on the Black Witch Altar, but there was not enough time and he could not find the real source. So the biggest trouble is that we are looking for the real place where the curse is raised, where is it?"
Chapter completed!