Han Muxue staggered and almost lost her balance.

Her heart ached.

In her next life, she only wanted her family to be safe and live without disaster, but she never thought that such a small wish would be so difficult.

She finally pulled herself away from the shock, and when she met her brother's concerned eyes, she subconsciously gave Han Yang a loud slap in the face with her backhand.

"You didn't kill anyone." She stated calmly.

"Don't talk such nonsense again."

"Sister, why don't you believe it?"

Han Yang didn't want to be a child forever in his sister's heart, and he didn't want his sister to sacrifice for him.

He chose to use self-destruction to accompany his sister.

During the more than ten years in the Han family, he had long understood that in this big quagmire, the only ones who wanted to escape unscathed were the dead.

It was already impossible for him.

Now, he just hopes that his sister can live the life he wants cleanly.

For this goal, he could die at the bottom of this dirty pit, and even be stained with everyone's blood.

No matter what.

Having reached this point, he has long understood that only by letting his sister completely give up on him will she not do stupid things for the sake of her future.

"I told you, you didn't kill anyone!"

Han Muxue was even more excited. She stared into Han Yang's amber eyes without any doubt.

"sister."

Han Yang's momentum gradually weakened, and his hands were unable to hang down.

"Han Yang has been dead for a long time."

She grabbed Han Yang's knuckled, pale palm and felt a chill.

"Sister~"

Han Yang was a little emotional. He looked at his sister putting his dirty hands on his cheeks, feeling inexplicably sentimental.

"dirty."

Just as he was about to retract, his hand was still firmly grasped.

Han Muxue closed her eyes and sounded sad.

"I have always believed in my brother."

"I have always felt guilty about cat abuse."

"I know he didn't do it, but I'm just afraid."

"I'm afraid that he will accidentally go astray, I'm afraid that he will become like Han Zhixun, I'm afraid that he will become someone I don't even recognize."

"What I didn't know was that this fear blinded my eyes and pushed him deeper into the darkness. So it is my fault that he has reached this point."

Han Muxue's voice trembled.

"No, you are not wrong!"

"Sister, I killed the cat."

Han Yang lowered his eyes and recalled the past.

"Those people, they deliberately smashed the cat to the ground, leaving it breathless. I think it would suffer even if it was alive, so it would be better to die."

"But, have you ever thought that it also has the right to live?"

"Even if there is only one breath left, as long as you want to live, you can live."

"As long as you want."

The determination in Han Muxue's eyes made Han Yang unable to refuse.

"But~"

Han Yang still had concerns.

"It is my sister's greatest wish that you can live a good life."

"Sister, you don't need to do anything more, as long as you live."

"For this goal, sister is willing to do whatever it takes."

Having said this, Han Yang felt his sister's determination.

"Sister~"

He didn't know what to say, so he just sobbed and hugged his sister tightly.

At this moment, he is just a little beast that has been lost for a long time, longing for the warm embrace of his family.

What he pursues with all his strength is just this kind of embrace. Two people are embracing each other, and a dragnet descending from the sky, trapping three people in it.

The crowd around them gathered again, and the human faces illuminated by the scorching torches were even more terrifying than the weird beast-shaped masks just now.

"What the master said is indeed correct. You are just pretending to be a ghost and talking nonsense. You are a fake!"

The old man who took the lead walked out slowly, without the fear and panic from before. He pointed at Han Yang in the net, and the viciousness in his eyes was clear.

"Let's go. It's midnight and everyone has been locked up in the Empress Temple."

As soon as the old man waved his hand, someone immediately came forward to arrest the person through the net. First, he hit the person hard on the head. After the person fell, he was carried like a sacrificial animal to the Empress Temple deeper in the village.

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Those who know the current affairs are heroes.

The three of them were all smart people, so they knew they had fallen into a trap, so they all chose to pretend to be faint, thinking that they would make other plans when they got to that temple.

"Let's go! In a moment, the queen will sit down and the boy will collect it."

The old man left the last words and left with a large group of people cheering.

"elder sister!"

After staying up for a while, when he saw that everyone was leaving and there was no sound, Han Yang stood up first to check on his sister Han Muxue.

"Are you OK?"

Han Muxue immediately pushed Ling Ziyue.

"As long as you're okay!"

Ling Ziyue stood up quickly, very nimbly, and it was obvious that he was fine.

The doors and windows in the temple are closed, and there are only two candles. The lights are bright, but they are not enough to completely illuminate this large temple. Through the candlelight in front of you, you can see, in the middle of the hall, a futon for people to kowtow and kneel.

There are six of them, and the incense is very strong. It is already midnight, but it is still lingering. The statues are not small. The clay statues are all new and very majestic.

But what did the old man mean when he said, "The queen will sit down and the boy will collect it?"

Han Muxue frowned and went to the table to take out the candlestick with the lotus base that held the lighting candle.

It's not that she insisted on borrowing this hot and inconvenient thing, but that several people's mobile phones had long been confiscated by the vicious villagers.

The candle on the altar table became the only lighting equipment.

There were not many kinds of offerings, but they were all hard things, such as pig heads, sheep heads, and cow heads. They rolled their eyes, and there were blood stains on the places where they were cut. It looked like they had just been slaughtered.

It seems that today is indeed a special day.

"There is a folk custom that has been circulating in this village. When you enter the Empress Temple when you are young, a boy will come to take you in. Follow the empress to practice and achieve bliss early."

Han Muxue had no memory of what Han Yang said. She had long since lost many of her memories after her mother's death.

"There are three minutes left."

Ling Ziyue looked at the watch on his wrist with the dim candlelight.

The three people slowly gathered together, back to back, and cautiously looked at every corner of the hall.

Soon, there was a slight noise in the hall.

All three people heard it, but they couldn't identify its location.

"over there!"

Han Muxue had a keen ear and listened carefully for a few seconds, then pointed to the tall clay statue of the empress, or to be precise, the boy statue next to her.

"Is the boy really here to take someone in?"

A few people boldly jumped onto the altar table and groped their way closer to the statue of the boy, which was gradually looking out of place.

Although she didn't believe that there was really a boy to take in, Han Muxue still had doubts: The broken mud statue was shaking so hard and there were constant strange noises. He wouldn't really break out of the statue and take the three of them away.

?

Thinking of this, she cautiously retracted and grabbed Ling Ziyue and Han Yang beside her.

"Wait a moment!"
Chapter completed!