The useless second daughter of the Hua family

Xiaoyu never dreamed that one day she would marry a stranger in such a place and in this way.

Clearly that afternoon, she was tied up and forced to kneel in front of the altar. The group of mountain people were shouting and clamoring for her to be killed. The high priest was sitting high up, looking at her with resentment, as if he wished he could grind her into ashes.

Later, the pale man with a strange tattoo on his left cheek walked in. She didn't know what he said to the high priest, but she saw the high priest's expression change, his eyes lit up, and the look he gave her became weird.

Then, Xiaoyu was carried up by several strong and beautiful sisters and brought to the current room.

She soaked her whole body in the tub, trying to avoid the hands reaching out to her. She had always been the one to help the ladies bathe, and this was the first time she was being served by two people at the same time, and she was very uncomfortable. She wanted to refuse, but they completely ignored her opinion. Xiaoyu felt like she was not a person, but an object. Why do people here have to burn incense and bathe before killing someone?

The woman in red was probably fed up with her dishonesty, so she grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the edge of the bathtub.

"Just be honest. If we don't deal with you properly and something goes wrong, we will be punished."

The purple-clad woman next to her pushed her hand away and said, "Red-clad, be gentle. If you hurt the new lady, I'll see if the high priest can forgive you."

The girl in red stuck out her tongue playfully and eased the strength in her hands.

"This girl from a wealthy family is really different. Her skin is so tender. Our Saint is blessed tonight."

Xiaoyu was frightened by Hongyi's bold behavior and didn't hear what she said at all.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, Zi Yi thought she was resisting, so she tried to persuade her.

"Don't worry, the Holy Son is a very gentle person. He never approached women before, but today he didn't hesitate to contradict the high priest and asked for you. He must really like you."

"Ah?" Xiaoyu finally understood what it meant. She jumped up in shock and tried to get out of the tub, but before her feet touched the ground, she was pulled back by the girl in red.

"What's wrong with you? I just washed you clean." The man in red shouted unhappily.

"I won't marry! Let me go!"

"What are you thinking? You interrupted the sacrifice and angered the gods. It's good enough that they didn't kill you as a sacrifice to the gods. You don't think you can leave in one piece, do you?"

"Red! Don't be rude!" Purple scolded. The new wife was a kind person, and she had some respect and sympathy for her in her heart.

Seeing that Ziyi seemed to be more easy-going, Xiaoyu begged her, "Sister, please let me go. My young lady is waiting for me to go back. She is blind and can't leave me."

Zi Yi shook her head, with a hint of pity in her eyes, "Madam, listen to Zi Yi's advice, don't think about leaving anymore, just stay here with peace of mind."

No matter how Xiaoyu begged, the two men remained unmoved and stopped talking to her. She was carried out of the bathtub by the two men and put on a bright red wedding dress. Although they looked like two slender girls, the strength in their hands made Xiaoyu unable to move.

Xiaoyu was tired of crying and her howling was hoarse. She looked at the two of them in despair, "Do you still have the law?"

The red-clothed girl rolled her eyes at her, her eyes full of sarcasm. "We in the Nine Caves and Eighteen Villages have our own laws, and the government can't interfere. You should save your energy and howl at night."

Xiaoyu was carried in a daze. There was no wedding ceremony, no banquet for guests, she was just carried into the so-called bridal chamber in a red dress.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was she getting married like this? Would she be able to see the young lady again? At this moment, she hoped that they would come to rescue her, but she was also afraid that they would come to rescue her. This group of people had no moral principles and did not follow the rules. Would it be of any use if the young lady and her friends came?

There were footsteps outside the door, and someone pushed the door open and came in. Xiaoyu's heart suddenly rose to her throat. She had no self-defense equipment on her, and her only hairpin was taken away when she was bathing.

She took off the lampshade, unplugged the candle, and pointed the sharp tip of the candlestick at the visitor, regardless of the risk of being burned.

As soon as Wu Sang entered the room, he saw Xiaoyu, who was in a tense mood. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Xiaoyu didn't dare to relax at all, she stared at Wu Sang. On his left cheek was a scorpion with its tail hook erected, which looked spooky against his pale face.

"Will you let me go?"

"Not for now. The high priest's men are guarding outside, and I don't have the right." He gave a bitter smile and shrugged helplessly.

Perhaps it was his sincere show of weakness that convinced Xiaoyu, or perhaps it was his sickly appearance that aroused Xiaoyu's pity, and she began to believe him a little.

The two sat down and started chatting calmly.

"I disrupted your sacrifice, why are you still willing to help me?"

Wu Sang recalled the chaotic scene during the day, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "You were very brave today. I admire you, but I am also ashamed."

"Ashamed?"

"As the Son of God, I can do nothing but watch a little life being sacrificed."

"Since you don't like this kind of sacrifice, why don't you stop it?"

"I can't do it." He held his head in frustration.

Xiaoyu suddenly realized that even saving people had to be so roundabout. It seemed that this Son of God had no power.

"I understand. The high priest is a bad guy. He is the kind of treacherous minister in the opera who holds the emperor hostage to control the princes."

Wu Sang looked at Xiaoyu's indignation and felt relieved. He didn't know how to explain to her the relationship between the high priest and himself. It couldn't be explained in just a few words, and there was no need to tell her.

"He..." As soon as the words came out, Xiaoyu suddenly fell on the table with an abnormally red face.

"what happened to you?"

"It hurts! My whole body hurts!" she said weakly.

Wu Sang secretly cried out that this was not good, this was a poison. He checked Xiaoyu's eyeballs, lifted up her sleeves, and found a red line floating faintly under the skin.

He thought for a long time, until Xiaoyu's breathing became more and more rapid and her face turned from red to white.

He walked up to her, squatted down, looked her straight in the eyes, and said solemnly: "Now listen carefully to every word I say. You are poisoned by a Gu, and it was not me. The person who poisoned you will definitely not come to remove the Gu for you. Now there are two ways. One is that you really marry me and become mine. I have the Gu King in my body and can force it out."

Xiaoyu opened her eyes wide, full of resistance.

Although it was expected, Wu Sang still felt a little disappointed.

"The second way is to drink my blood. But once you drink it, you can't stop. It must be done once a month. If you stop, you will be a hundred times more miserable than you are now."

Xiaoyu was shaking with pain and sweating. She gritted her teeth, unwilling to let out a cry, and even more unwilling to let the person hiding in the dark take credit.

She didn't want to choose either option. She didn't want to marry him, and she didn't want to owe him anything.

The anxious and embarrassed look of the man during the day appeared in Xiaoyu's mind, and her heart ached. She almost had her own happiness.

It’s really just a little bit…

Xiaoyu's behavior is undoubtedly a provocation to the mountain people's beliefs. Although these people are simple and honest on weekdays, they are extremely protective of their gods.

Son of the Gu King.