Chapter 377 - 374: Going in the Wrong Direction
The Si Family’s clan history, documented by their historians, was more detailed than any mural could portray, recording events both large and small. Most noteworthy was the period started a hundred years ago, fifty years hence, when the Si Family proclaimed the cessation of practicing witch power, leading to the successive withering of their bloodline. Accordingly, there grew to be less and less for the clan history to record.
In the last twenty years, only a scant few pages were needed to document it all.
This clan history depicted the journey from glory to decline, and step by step, towards downfall; it was an entire saga of blood and tears, heavy as a mountain.
Qin Liuxi flipped back to the events of a hundred years ago and carefully examined them. She discovered that there was no mention of the High Priest’s prophecy of the Black Witch and the shaman having a child.
Yet the gossip that the Little Ginseng Spirit overheard claimed that the Black Witch Holy Daughter had cut open her womb to draw a talisman array upon the altar.
Was it just that little ghost bragging and spouting nonsense, or did the Black Witch Holy Daughter keep a card up her sleeve, never letting the shaman know of her pregnancy, thereby keeping the entire White Witch Clan in the dark about it?
Qin Liuxi turned to a page that read: In the year of Gengchen, the month of Yimao, our clan’s Great Witch Si Sheng called together eight Sacrificial Elders and the Holy Daughter Si Qing to besiege the Black Witch Temple. They achieved a complete victory. On the Holy Altar, the Black Witch Holy Daughter detonated her Primordial Pill, offered her soul as a sacrifice, and planted a Blood Curse, damning our clan to endless karma through the generations.
In the year of Xinwei, the month of Dingsi, the Saint Heir Si Ling died from bleeding from all seven orifices, his soul scattered, the High Priest mourned his lost child.
In the year of Gengchen, the month of Dingwei, the Holy Daughter Si Qing offered a blood sacrifice to the heavens, glimpsed a sliver of the Heavenly Secret, and prophesied that the Blood Curse could be broken in a hundred years. All the priests combined their powers to cast a protective spell around the village, ensuring a single glimmer of hope and a trace of our bloodline could live on.
The records that followed consisted of annual accounts of who died and from what ailments.
On one of the pages, Qin Liuxi exclaimed in surprise, her eyes fixated on it.
This entry differed from the others; it described an imbecile child who lacked one of the spirits. Before dying, the child had cut open their abdomen, clumsily drawn around on the ground, and mumbled incantations, as if performing a sacrifice—a chilling tale to hear.