Savior said she was broken

For the past five days, Feng Qingyu has been under house arrest in the priest's tower. She has nothing to do but lie on the railing and watch the altar being built day by day.

But her mood sank a little bit—self-help, a seemingly simple thing, but it was difficult to implement.

Just after night fell on the fifth day, Fengyun walked in with a happy face: "The altar has been built, and the ancestor worship ceremony can be held tomorrow, and then you can start creating people!"

"En." Feng Qingyu said without raising his head.

Feng Yun was very dissatisfied with her attitude: "You better cheer me up, if I fail, I can't continue to support you like Feng Han, and let you bring disaster to the clan! I will kill you , use your blood and flesh to pay homage to my people who died in that disaster!"

Feng Qingyu closed the book in his hand, looked up at her, waved the book in his hand and said, "It is recorded in the ethnography that 'it takes soil as a carrier to create human beings, and it takes seven to forty-nine days before they can be born'. One, as a priest, you should know about it, right?"

During these five days, she discovered that there was a transcribed version of "Nuwa's Clan Records" in this room, and she simply read it again from the beginning to the end, only to find that many things recorded in it were discovered by her bit by bit. ...If I could have discovered this last time I came here, how many detours could have been avoided.

"Where did you say that?" Frowning, it was obvious that Fengyun didn't know.

Feng Qingyu raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "Aren't you a priest? Why don't you even know this... You don't know, you don't know anything? You who leave Fenghan are so useless."

"Nonsense!" Fengyun's expression turned ugly, "You are the one who doesn't know anything!"

"Oh, is it? Is there anything else I don't know, but you do?"

Hearing this, Feng Yun immediately had a proud look on her face: "Of course! For example, what you are most curious about is why only women in the Nuwa tribe have supernatural powers, but women have lower status."

It seemed that she had eavesdropped on her talking to Feng Yan, or someone else who was locked up there had told her - the sound insulation over there was poor, and Feng Qingyu had no intention of hiding it at the time.

Hearing her initiative to mention it at this time, Feng Qingyu was very curious, but considering her character, in the end he pretended not to care, and said lightly: "That..."

Fengyun really bit the bait and stared at her with fiery eyes.

"That's just a topic to pass the time when you're bored, and it has nothing to do with me. Why do I know this?"

Feng Yun frowned, opened her mouth, and was about to say something when she heard someone shouting outside: "Master Priest, something is wrong!"

"What's the big deal?" Feng Yun was most afraid of hearing these four words, so she turned her head and roared towards the door.

"It's a barrier..." The voice outside the door suddenly dropped an octave.

Hearing this sentence, Fengyun stood up without saying a word, turned around and left.

Enchantment?

Feng Qingyu was a little puzzled, didn't it mean that the enchantment of the Nuwa clan had collapsed?Could it be that a new barrier has been re-established?Then they didn't go out to arrest people before, because they were busy repairing the enchantment?

For a while, it seemed that many things could make sense.

But at this time, what could go wrong with the enchantment?can't be...

Feng Qingyu shook her head, thinking that she was so stupid to be under house arrest recently, how could she come?It is estimated that Fengyun's skill is not enough, and the newly established barrier itself has problems.

Looking at the moonlight outside, it was time to go to bed, presumably Fengyun would not come back after she was busy, so she simply locked the door and went to sleep.

"Long time no see, my child."

Hearing this voice, Feng Qingyu subconsciously wanted to turn her head and leave, but in such a dream, what she said didn't count—like an ant being played with in the palm of others.

With no other choice, she had no choice but to follow the voice, looked at the woman sitting at the stone table, curled her lips and said, "Why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"You will start creating humans after the sacrifice tomorrow, right?"

Feng Qingyu simply sat across from her, folded his arms around his chest, raised his eyebrows and said: "You know everything outside."

The woman still had a good-tempered appearance, she smiled softly, and said with curved eyebrows: "You are all my children, so I naturally pay attention to them all the time."

"So what? What did you call me here today? Let me save your children?"

"Of course not." The woman shook her head and said softly, "Do you still remember the feeling that something was taken out of your body when you created humans in an alien space?"

"You know this too?" Feng Qingyu was very surprised.

"Because I am you." The woman looked at her meaningfully, "I know everything about you, including your heart."

"..." Afraid that she would say something he didn't want to hear, Feng Qingyu hurriedly said, "So something was taken away at that time? It couldn't be my life, right? But in the past five years, I haven't felt that Something is wrong."

"It's not life, it's just your godhead."

"Godhead?" Feng Qingyu looked at her hands subconsciously, "But I still have divine power!"

"Your current divine power is only divine power."

"Huh?" Feng Qingyu was confused by what she said.

The woman looked at her lovingly: "The existence of the godhead determines that you will have the ability to 'endow life'; while other divine powers are determined by your blood. Only when the godhead is injected into the soil together with the divine power, can they They will truly come alive and become living human beings.”

Feng Qingyu nodded half-understanding: "So I don't have a godhead now, so that means tomorrow's man-making is doomed to fail?"

The woman nodded and said: "As recorded in the family records, due to the blood of the Nuwa clan, the offspring will always have more females than males, and men will disappear after a long time. In order to be able to continue I have divided my godhead into hundreds of shares. Every time I get a new birth, one of my godheads will carry my consciousness and attach to the child I have chosen. It is up to her Instead of me, inject the godhead into a new life."

Feng Qingyu's mind is in chaos now, after thinking for a long time, he finally grasped a very crucial point, and asked: "Then I have no godhead now, does it mean..."

However, the woman didn't want to go back to her, she just smiled at her and said, "It's time, my child, go."

"Wait a moment!"

Feng Qingyu opened his eyes, and what he saw was the standard dim yellow ceiling in all the rooms in the priest's tower.

Now that I don't have a godhead, will I become like everyone else, with a shorter lifespan?It's a pity that before she could finish asking this question, she was driven back by the woman again.

This person will never give herself a chance to speak, as long as she finishes speaking, it will be over—it's unreasonable!

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyu sat up and rubbed her aching temple.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door: "Master Priest, please go to the altar."

Feng Qingyu got out of bed and walked over, opened the door with one hand, and covered her stomach with the other: "I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

The little girl outside the door was a little confused: "This... but the priest asked you to go there now."

"Forget it, let's go."

The area around the altar was already full of people, Feng Qingyu took a general look and found that the number of men was indeed much less than what he saw last time.

"Son of God!" Someone in the audience shouted suddenly, and then many people shouted together.

"Son of God! Son of God!"

Feng Qingyu saw that Fengyun's expression was not very good, so she turned around and asked the little girl behind her: "Are they calling me?"

The little girl said softly: "You are the son of God chosen by Emperor Wa, and today's sacrifice will also be completed by you and the priest."

Feng Qingyu nodded, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Fengyun walking towards her.

Then, he grabbed his hand and raised it high.

"This is the 'Son of God' chosen by Emperor Wa for us. Today, we will announce to our ancestors again to continue the bloodline of my Nuwa clan. May the ancestors bless you!"

"Bless the ancestors! Bless the ancestors!"

When the crowd shouted, Fengyun leaned close to Feng Qingyu's ear, and said in a very low voice, gnashing her teeth: "Don't try to make any small moves, everyone in the clan is here today."

Feng Qingyu was completely confused by her, but a thought suddenly popped up in her heart, and this thought became more and more clear: it couldn't be... She came, right?

Fengyun let go of her hand, raised her hands flat in front of her body, and pressed down, signaling for the people below to be quiet.

Feng Qingyu watched her turn around, bow towards the center of the altar a few times, and began to mutter words.

"The sky and the earth are yellow, the universe is prehistoric..."

So the sacrifice is to read "Thousand Characters"?Feng Qingyu suddenly felt that this sacrifice was a little funny.

Finally, Fengyun finished reciting without emotion, turned around again, waved her big hand and said, "Go and bring the things here!"

Then I saw the people under the altar leave in an orderly manner, and after a while they all moved back with clay sculptures.

"Respectfully invite the Son of God to start creating man."

As soon as Feng Yun's words fell, the following followed in unison: "Respectfully invite the Son of God to start creating man!"

Thinking of the dream last night, Feng Qingyu looked at the expectant eyes under the stage, sighed in her heart, walked to the neatly arranged clay sculptures, and pretended to inject divine power.

I thought that Fengyun didn't know enough about these things, so she wouldn't realize that she was just putting on a show, but things were always unexpected.

"What tricks do you want to play again!"

"I do not……"

Before Feng Qingyu finished speaking, he saw someone running from the direction of the entrance: "Master Priest, it's not good!"

Just when Fengyun was about to get angry and reprimanded, Feng Qingyu saw behind the visitor, a familiar figure, leading a group of people, striding toward her.