If life is just something I think, then life can be mastered.

But the most interesting thing about life is that it is often impossible to master. You will never know what changes will happen tomorrow, no, or even the next moment.

It is this kind of fun that can be used to eliminate most of the horrors of people about death, because if you don’t know what will happen next, then there will always be hope.

But sometimes, such things may not be all good things.

For example, now, what I thought was the answer and was about to end had changed again at this moment.

The villagers who had finished feeding the strange tree did not leave, but stood silently on the top of the mountain, and the torches were still burning. Under the strange fire light, there was a little sadness and heaviness on each villager's face. Until before, I thought that except for the moment of bowing, they were all insensitive and empty despair.

Hasn’t the sacrifice been completed? What made them show such an expression? From a normal judgment, it is definitely not a good thing?

I thought about this and began to slowly sink down, and I had a feeling of not wanting to continue watching.

At this time, Brother Masahiro said a faint and depressing sigh into my ears. He almost whispered in my ears: "Lao Lao, I feel that there may be a tragedy next, but you'd better close your eyes."

I don’t doubt Brother Masakawa’s words. Isn’t he a person with outstanding spiritual sense?

Moreover, I also want to close my eyes, but I don’t know why I open my eyes wider, not because of curiosity, but because of my grief.

The person on the top of the mountain was still extremely silent, but at this time, two men and women walked out. It seemed that they were both old and were wearing black clothes in such a hot summer weather!

I just think the style of that dress is very strange. After all, although I have experienced death since I was born, I may be considered missing. I watched a few people, including my friends, disappear in front of me, but fortunately, I have not been at the funeral and I am ignorant of not knowing that they are wearing "sweat clothes".

But Brother Masakawa knew it. I felt his breathing become heavier. He whispered: "Why do living people wear 'shuddle'?"

I know what a "sweater" is. Even if I have never seen it, I have always heard of it. I looked up at the people on the top of the mountain. In my indescribable suspicion, I felt like the people on the top of the mountain, and felt an indescribable sadness.

The wind on the top of the mountain is not small, and the wind from the edge of the mountain is naturally stronger.

But at this moment, it seemed that the wind was blowing more violently, and the two people stood in the crowd like this. Compared to the people with sad expressions, these two people were unexpectedly not sad, but had an extra numbness like accepting their fate, just standing like this.

The torch was shaking by the wind. At this time, the old man who was priested came forward first, took out a wrinkled white flower from his clothes and placed it in front of the two people.

Then, the villagers, like this, took out flowers of the same white paper from their bodies, and piled them in front of the two people. Each of them had a hint of solemn expression, as if they were really holding the simplest funeral for these two people.

But they are obviously living people? My mood is so depressing that these two people are very hard-working, so why don’t they resist?

At this time, there were only the last four people left in the crowd. They suddenly knelt in front of the two old men and shouted their parents and the wind blew their suppressed crying. But I felt a kind of sadness in it. It turned out that they knew how to cry too?

These two people are not husband and wife, but are elderly people from two families. After seeing their children, the numbness was finally moved.

But it was the same. The two of them did not speak too much, but were just talking to these four young people. The sound of their speech was suppressed by the crying, but there were still intermittent sounds coming from the wind.

"I'm not afraid to take good care of my grandson."

"Only one generation of people survives, it's good. And people always die."

How desperate should I be to say such words? But behind the despair, I chewed something called "sacrifice" for the first time in my heart, and I have a more different definition of the judgments of these villagers. Not only are they not weird madmen, they may live "sober" than anyone else, and understand what choices they have to make?

However, this choice reveals a cruel meaning in any case, and the consequences may be "terrifying". Is the meaning of sacrifice good or bad?

This is a question that is difficult to think through at my age. I miss Master very much and I hope he can help me solve my doubts.

But this was the moment of swaying spirit. The four sad young men and women were taken away by other villagers with a sad expression. They put down their white flowers.

It seemed that saying goodbye was just so simple. Next, before I could react, these two old men were tied up by other village names, and they still did not resist, but just allowed the village names to tie them up. The old man at the abbot's ceremony stood up again, as if to calm down, he carried a bottle of inferior wine and took a big sip by himself.

His vicissitudes of voice were particularly obvious in this night: "We are all from the same village. The old villagers who have known each other for decades are going to say goodbye to you today. Let's take a sip on the way when we go?"

The two old men nodded silently, and the old man handed the bottle of wine to their mouths and poured them a large mouthful of wine.

Under the fire, strange flush appeared on the faces of the two tied old men. Perhaps because of the stimulation of alcohol, the man was finally willing to speak. He laughed out loud for no reason, and then said: "Miss Chief, don't say too much. I know, this is the life of the people in our village, just the life!"

"I chose me this time after three years. I hope that many years later, I will be satisfied. At least, the old lady said this.

It turned out that the person who always presided over and led the villagers was the village chief of this village. Judging from his appearance, he was also very sad. Why was he unwilling to stop changing something?

My heart was a little thrust. I don’t know if Brother Masahiro and I were lucky or unfortunate? I had to see such a scene?

As the two people spoke, the four young men and women cried even more violently, and the village chief took another sip of wine: "The people in our village have never died without a burial place. Maybe this is retribution? But it is better to live without a good death. Everyone knows that there is always some hope when they have children. No matter how bad they are, some people know that in this mountain, in the mountains, the emperor far away, there is a group of people like us. They are also comforted."

"Although it is tied up, it is still very painful. Try not to struggle and end it sooner, right? Drink some wine and grit your teeth and pass." As he spoke, the village chief handed the wine to the two old men again.

This time, the two old men almost ignored it, and no one took several large sips.

Most of the remaining bottles of this strong inferior wine were poured down by them. The empty bottle was thrown away by the village chief. In the dark night, a crisp sound of the bottle breaking sound was made.

"My fellow, go on the road." While speaking, the village chief took out a knife, with a painful expression on his face, and suddenly a sudden cut on the two old men's areas where there was no rope tied.

Blood flowed out of the wound. Under the influence of alcohol, the two old men stood and drank quickly and quickly. Perhaps the alcohol numbed their pain, making them expressionless, but they looked at their children with sad eyes.

Then, twelve strong men came out. Even though they couldn't see clearly from a distance, the blood on their bodies also showed everything. They were the ones who killed pigs before.

These men also had solemn sadness on their faces. They fell swords on the old man. Because of their long-term experience in killing pigs, these people fell swords quickly and accurately, and wounds quickly formed. Soon, the two old men were covered with blood.

But these wounds are not fatal!

Perhaps, such a quick and accurate fall of the knife can be regarded as the final "mercy". Master once said that whether it is a quick knife or a quick sword, there is actually a kind and righteous meaning in it. Even if it is used to kill people, at least it passes quickly, which can make people suffer less pain and no torture.

The most taboo thing in the industry of a business is to cut it off with one knife. If you have such a person, you will be looked down upon by everyone. Even if you treat prisoners who are sentenced to death, you cannot feel torture.

It is one thing to deserve sin, but it cannot be disrespectful of the meaning of life because of this, nor can it become a reason for torture because of this!

Unless it is a serious crime, you must bear thousands of cuts to calm people's resentment. In fact, from ancient times to the present, even emperors dare not easily choose to use the so-called extreme punishment!

I deliberately asked myself to think about some random things, but I distracted the cruel attention in front of me. For a 13-year-old child, this scene was really too cruel.

If it weren't for the Master who also paid attention to the education of his heart, I would have collapsed long ago, but this is not the end.
Chapter completed!