Red Heart Survey

Facing this weird, terrifying scream.

Among the saints present, almost only the white-haired priest remained calm.

Her tone was even calm: "Bazhi, send Xiangshou's head over. It is placed in my study room, and I have paid homage to it."

Qing Bazhi gritted his teeth and left without saying a word.

This is tradition.

That's the tradition...

Qing Qishu and Qing Jiuye remained silent, with shame on their faces.

"Young man from a foreign land." The priest looked at Jiang Wang: "Didn't you ask me what is the plight of the land of the shadow of the gods? Our saints have to let the young and strong warriors of the tribe fight each other, and then the warriors who hunt each other will die ... to offer up his head, and that's our dilemma."

"What's the reason for this predicament?" Jiang Wang was affected by the oppressive atmosphere, and his voice was also faintly hoarse: "That cry just now?"

The old priest looked at him and told such a story——

a long time ago.

A swallow without a tail came to the door and said, "Good-hearted people, I am very hungry and I am about to die of hunger. Can you give me something to eat?"

A well-meaning saint girl brought some fruits.

"No, I won't eat this," said the swallow.

The saint girl brought it a bowl of rice and a bowl of water.

"How can these things fill my stomach?" said the swallow.

The saint girl got angry and said, "What do you want to eat?"

The tailless swallow showed a ferocious face at this time, and it said: "Only your head can make me stop my hunger."

After speaking, it pounced on the saint girl.

This scene was witnessed by a saint warrior, who raised his bow and shot the swallow to death with one arrow.

But to the horror, the tailless swallow appeared again the next day.

Exactly the same, the piece feather is not injured.

It even pleaded with people in exactly the same tone: "Good people, I'm starving, I'm starving to death, can you give me something to eat?"

People already know its hideous face, so no one will answer this question. The brave holy warriors shot it to death immediately. In order to prevent the strange swallow from being resurrected again, the holy warriors also burned its body to ashes.

But on the third day, the no-tailed swallow appeared again.

This time it cried: "I'm going to starve to death, please give me a head to eat."

Of course no one would agree.

The holy warriors killed it again, but in the process of killing it, the holy warriors found that it was much more powerful and sensitive than last time, and killing it was no longer so easy.

day four...

fifth day...

Every time a swallow swallow is killed, it will reappear intact the next day. And stronger than the day before.

No matter how its corpse was treated, whether it was buried, chopped up, or even roasted and eaten by a warrior... it could always be revived.

Finally one day, the saint warrior was no longer its opponent and was killed by it in the fight.

The free-tailed swallow pecked off the poor holy warrior's head and ate it in a few bites.

Then he said happily to the people: "This is the hundredth head I have eaten, kind people, thank you! I am full! See you in a year!"

After speaking, it flew away from here.

And sure enough, it never appeared again until a year later...

When the tailless swallow reappeared, the warriors of the holy tribe had been preparing for a whole year, setting traps and working together to kill it. Trapped its corpse with chains, put it into a wooden coffin made of dragon wood, and buried the wooden coffin in front of the altar of the tree, hoping to suppress evil with the help of divine power.

But to despair, the swallow came back to life the next day.

And like before, it's getting stronger.

In a great battle, it killed seventeen holy warriors and pecked the head of one of them.

When leaving it said: "I'm full, thanks for the treat! See you in a year!"

A year later, people had different opinions when faced with the revisiting of the swallow. Some people practice hard fighting skills to fight against the swallow, and some try to use new methods to prevent the swallow from resurrecting.

At this time, a saint warrior stood up and said: "It only needs to eat one human head, why do we have to kill so many people?"

The samurai committed suicide in front of the swallow, offering his own head.

After the swallow swallowed the human head, it really left without hurting anyone else.

This kind of "head offering" has continued to this day, which is the predecessor of the "Xianghun" tradition of the saints.

The story is not long, but unusually dark and hopeless.

A monster that can never be completely killed, the more it fights, the stronger it becomes. It has turned the horrific thing of swallowing human heads into a habit.

People fear it and get used to it.

The white-haired old woman finished the story.

The three of Jiang Wang were silent.

The tradition of "hunting" among the saints is a great history of sacrifice.

But from another point of view, isn't this a history of the taming of the so-called "holy race" by swallows?

"I have a question." Wu Quji asked bluntly: "Since the swallow swallow can eat one human head a year, why don't you send old people or children who can't work, but young warriors from the clan?" How about sending them to death? From the perspective of value, it is not appropriate. Young and strong warriors should be the guarantee of the survival of the group, right?"

The old priest gave him a deep look: "The old man is history, and the child is the future. If you lose history, you will lose honor. If you lose the future, you will lose everything. We have no tradition of letting old people and children die."

Qing Jiuye glared at Wu Quji: "Although our saint clan has to surrender, our backbone is not broken!"

At this time, Jiang Wang asked: "Is that tailless swallow the Yan Xiao?"

Before entering the land of the shadow of the gods, Qing Qishu mentioned this seemingly taboo name, which left a deep impression on him.

"Yan Xiao?" Before the priest nodded, it was Su Qi who was next to him who was curious first.

When the priest was telling the story about the swallow, he had been thinking about it, as if he had thought of something.

"Young man, do you know Yan Xiao?" The old priest looked at Su Qi with cloudy eyes.

"I once found an ancient book, and there was a paragraph on it, which recorded Yan Xiao." Su Qi hesitated.

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat. The ancient books that exist in the present world record the monster without tail in the world of Senhaiyuan?

This matter became more and more mysterious.

Everyone looked at Su Qi inquiringly.

He thought for a while, and first declared: "I'm not sure if it's true or not, I just say what I've seen."

"But it doesn't matter."

Su Qi organized his language and said: "According to the records in that ancient book..."

"The swallow is a good bird, and the owl is a bad bird.

People in ancient times hated owls very much.

Cut off the owl's head and hang it on a tree for public display.

This is the origin of "Xiao's first show to the public".

This has also become a punishment that the human race still uses today. People often cut off the head of the victim and hang it on a tree for public display.

It is said that after Xiao Xiao died, his evil thoughts continued. Among the 100,000 owls whose heads are hung for public display, there will be one vicious bird conceived from the owl's head.

The name is Yan Xiao.

According to legend, this object is the evil intention of the owl. Because people hate the same bird, people love the swallow so much, but they are so hostile to the owl, so it took the form of a swallow. It is to kill in the shape of a swallow. Harm the human race in the way that the human race "likes".

Because it was conceived and born from the first level, it was born with a head and no tail, so the biggest difference between the Yanxiao and the swallow is that the Yanxiao has no tail.

Yan Xiao is the most evil among owls, born cruel, and feeds on the heads of living beings. "

At the end, Su Qi's voice even trembled a little——

"When Yan Xiao sings, he will eat a hundred heads!"

Legends are actually one of the cornerstones of the real world. A nation without legends is incomplete.