Luo Yuan woke up after a sleep. It was still dark around her. She lifted the curtain and looked out. It was not dawn yet, and the music and human voices she heard before going to bed had not stopped. It seemed that she was far apart and could only hear a little movement from afar.

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong and turned to look at the shrine inside.

The clan god who used to sit on the innermost layer of the shrine disappeared, and the narrow space was filled with a large number of red lines. Luo Yuan got up and terrified to approach the outermost layer, and called softly: "Can god?"

"What's wrong with you?"

A white sleeve stretched out from the red thread, and a porcelain white hand drooped, and waved at her weakly.

Luo Yuan walked over carefully, stretched out his hands to hold the hand that fell in front of her, and the tentacles felt a chill, as if they were holding a hand made of ceramic.

Suddenly.

The hand suddenly collapsed into a scattered red line in her palm, sliding down from her fingers.

Luo Yuan was shocked and couldn't help but stand up. In this moment, she found that all the light around her was dimming and inexplicably came to a strange place. In the vast darkness, her breathing and footsteps were echoed and amplified. The only thing emitting a faint light here was an old and simple divine platform, with a porcelain statue of the same size on the divine platform.

The statue was surrounded by dense red lines, and the face was covered with a familiar smile from the god of the clan, Luo Yuan. A crack was on the head of the porcelain statue, which split the smiling face.

The statue of God smiled at her, but a deep sigh came from the cracked smile.

——It hurts so much.

——It hurts.

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Luo Yuan suddenly opened her eyes. It was already bright. The sound of the courtyard gate being opened made her subconsciously get up and want to hide behind the god of clan. When she ran to the innermost part of the shrine, she suddenly felt aroused and woke up from her trance.

Was that dreaming just now?

The white sleeves, which were the same as those in the dream, reached in front of her, revealing a porcelain white hand, and the owner of the hand looked at her with a smile as usual: "Come on."

Luo Yuan no longer thought about that strange dream and hid behind him.

This is the second day of the month of the God's Birth. The girls of the clan sent nine babies as they said before. The babies fell asleep and were carried into the shrine by their respective relatives, and were arranged in a row on white brocade mats.

Each of the people wearing black dresses or suits looked well maintained and noble in temperament, but in the same way, each of them treated the god of the clan with humility and respect, and did not even dare to say a word to the god of the clan. After kowtowing and kneeling down, he left the courtyard under the leadership of the daughter of the clan.

They will come back to pick up their children when dusk arrives, and before that, these children will be blessed by the gods of the clan.

This process has always been a secret thing, and even the daughter of the clan has never seen it, but Luo Yuan watched the whole process as an outsider in a daze.

In fact, the process is not complicated. The god of the clan just brushed the foreheads of these children one by one, then pulled out red lines from their sleeves, and loosely circled their necks.

Although it is not complicated, it is a bit scary. The red line slowly squirmed and melted into the children's necks, slowly leaving a faint red mark on their necks. Luo Yuan stared at this scene with wide eyes and inexplicably feeling that his neck tightened.

In her opinion, this should be a very uncomfortable thing, but the nine children were just asleep and had no reaction, so for them, this "blessing" ceremony should not be painful.

Just as I was thinking about this, a child suddenly moved and started crying with his nose wrinkled.

"Ah... this child has woken up." Luo Yuan looked at the god of clan on the god stage.

The god of clan smiled and said, "I wake up from the middle of blessing. This child has a good talent and strong inspiration."

The praise of the god of clan did not make the baby, a few months old, stop crying. Her voice became louder and louder, which could be called noisy. Crying like this should be heard outside, but people outside the courtyard did not mean to come in to coax the child. Luo Yuan heard the child crying at the top of his throat, worried that she would have any problems with crying, and frequently turned her eyes to the god of clan. The god of clan always looked at her with a smile, without any reaction.

Based on the experience of more than a month, Luo Yuan tried to ask: "I'll coax her?"

The god of clan nodded, and Luo Yuan thought he was just waiting for her to say this.

The young woman in her twenties who had never brought a baby carefully picked up the child wrapped in the package and shook it gently. This was indeed a little useful, and the baby's crying was a little less. Luo Yuan continued to work hard and walked around the shrine with the child in his arms. Because the shrine was not large in size, she could only walk around the god of clan.

After the child finally stopped crying, the god of clan smiled and said, "It's so noisy."

The baby's eyes were bright and dark. When Luo Yuan was holding it close to the god of clan, his appearance was reflected in his big eyes. Almost as soon as the voice of the god of clan ended, the child who had originally calmed down cried again.

Luo Yuan was very patient. Perhaps because she had raised her sister in the past, she coaxed the child again. Just as she was about to put the child back to her original place, the god of clan said, "The child is so noisy."

Subconsciously, he looked down at the child, but he saw that her mouth was sagging and she was about to cry again. Luo Yuan quickly picked up the child again and patted the child on the shoulder, "Be good, don't make a noise, don't make a noise at all."

Is the god of clan like an old man who feels lonely when he is ignored, or a boy who occasionally wants to be naughty?

Luo Yuan found that he had often thought about such questions recently, and his impression of the clan god always jumped between these two.

Although there was a small episode in the middle, at dusk, the blessing of the clan god ended smoothly, the nine children were taken away by their relatives, and the courtyard returned to silence again.

Every day, Luo Yu'an can move freely in the yard, because at night, they dare not enter the shrine courtyard. The music that had been ringing all night the night before sounded again, and Luo Yu'an lay on the warm ground of the shrine and fell asleep in a daze.

It was still the dream I had last night. She dreamed that the god of the clan was scattered in red lines on the divine platform of the shrine, and the white clothes melted and flowed like candles, turning into a bunch of strange things.

As soon as she approached, she would go to the darkness and saw the statue of the god made of ceramics slowly cracking from the top of her head. A faint sound came from the gap in the darkness, as if the sound of overflowing from the ground. The repeated murmurs echoed in her mind, as if her spirit was constantly eroded and polluted.

Waking up with cold sweat, Luo Yu comforted his rapidly beating heart, came to the divine platform, knelt on a brocade mat, put his hands together and said in a standard posture of praying to the gods and worshiping Buddhas, "God of the clan, I have had similar dreams for two consecutive days. I wonder if it has any special meaning?"

The curtain was blown away by the wind and the light was floating. The statue-like god on the divine platform suddenly seemed to come alive. He looked down at her from a high place and smiled and said, "How do you know that it's a dream."

Luo Yuan was stunned: "Isn't it a dream? That's the scene I saw when I was in a daze at night?"

She breathed a sigh of relief, "It's better if it's not a dream." She seemed to be relieved.

The god of clan smiled for a moment and sighed with regret, "You don't seem to be afraid?"

Luo Yuan: "If you know that it is something that happens in reality, you are not that scared if you are not an unknown dream." The main reason is that the strange thing is the words of the god of the clan, and you feel that you are not that scared.

The god of clan issued a preview: "There will be more tonight, and there will be one this month."

Luo Yuan: "Okay."

Sure enough, she saw a similar scene at night. She couldn't tell whether this was a dream or a reality, but since the god of the clan said it was not a dream, then just think it was not a dream.

The ceramic statue of a cracked crevices stood on the dark talisman platform, still muttering from the crack. Luo Yuan didn't dare to do anything two days ago. After asking the god of clan today, she was a little braver and thought that she might be able to see what was going on.

Standing on tiptoe and looking into the cracked gap, she asked inside, "Is it the god of clan? Why do you say it hurts?"

The numb and unchanging sound in the gap paused for a moment, and suddenly became noisy, and countless identical voices and the same tones echoed over and over.

"So dark."

“So hot.”

“Can’t breathe.”

"it hurts."

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