Ran Ran said, "Go away, I don't need you by my side. Go back and tell Brother Shanjing that I don't need his protection anymore, no... I have never needed his protection, but he needs me."
A tough-talking man would never admit that he became the head of the Ji family because of his friendship with the same woman. Ran Ran understood that at least he would never admit it in his life.
Ran Ran knew that he was using her very early. He said that he liked her and would definitely ask Duke Yang to marry her in the future. Ran Ran looked at the sincerity in his eyes and found it ridiculous. She doesn't like him, but if he doesn't exist, who will she call her brother? People always eagerly hope that they can find a replacement after losing something, that is, to miss something.
She knew that Ji Shanjing had used her name to win over many people, but she didn't care. She just told him that she hoped he could promise her three things, so that she could be her sister with peace of mind.
"Which three are they?" Ji Shanjing once asked her.
"The first thing is, don't take advantage of Duke Yang and the Supreme Emperor's love for her to harm the loyal people in the court. The second thing is, don't betray the country and collaborate with the enemy. The third thing, don't kill brothers." There are many brothers in the royal family who fight against each other, and father and son play chess. , she listened more and became more afraid.
At that time he was full of promises.
He was ambushing someone in the nunnery to kill Ji Liyou. At that time, she was very angry, but she still thought that he was driven to unconsciousness by his mother, so she felt pitiful, thinking that if her brother was forced to grow like this Big, she was so sad that she almost cried just thinking about it.
He promised her that he would let Ji Liyou go and never kill each other again with the love of brothers in mind.
But she didn't expect that he would break his promise again.
Ran Ran asked the man to leave, but Anmuda said, "This is impossible."
After that, he asked the Zantu to take him to the center of Chagarli (the place where the Shiwei people danced and offered sacrifices). The men and women continued to dance, as if they had not seen this person, dancing around the tall grass. , the dust around me is flying.
After the chorus came together, the man's neck was broken by Anmuda.
Ran Ran didn't have time to save him yet. Afterwards, Anmuda explained that since he followed them and fished in troubled waters, if they let him go, he might leak Shi Wei's route.
Even so, Ran Ran still couldn't forget the hopeless look in his eyes when he asked her for help before he died.
Three days later, it was time for the gate of Anye to open.
The three shamans set up incense tables and worshiped, and the high priest slowly walked between them.
Wei Lang originally wanted to use the simplest soul summoning technique to bring Ji Liyou back, but the high priest sneered and said that if soul summoning could be performed casually, wouldn't the world be in chaos
All over the world, even the most advanced practitioners of the art of summoning souls can only recall them for a short period of time. If you want to bring the remnant soul back to your body, you have to change your fate against the will of heaven. Everyone in the world is good at it, so you have to choose the right one. When the yang first moves, when all things are not yet born, the method of summoning souls can only be considered later. Before summoning souls, one must first face a thunder disaster and a wind disaster.
Thunder Tribulation is thunder from the sky, falling from the sky and splitting from the top of the skull. Those who can catch it will have their bodies intact, but those who cannot catch it will have their bones and skin cracked.
As for the wind calamity, starting from the Yongquan point and passing through the mud palace, the internal organs of ordinary people will immediately turn into ashes. Even for immortals, thousands of years of asceticism will turn into illusions in one day. For those with shallow Taoism, the immortal bones will melt and the muscles and blood will dissolve by themselves.
Wei Lang didn't think that the high priest had such ability. Although she taught him many spells and spells, such a difficult soul-calling technique was not so much performed by the high priest as it was her who knew the method and let the storyteller know it. People die while casting spells.
But the storyteller's cultivation level was a hundred times higher than that of Wei Langshang. Although he was a little worried, he finally felt that with his presence, he might be able to turn danger into good.
Even if the immortal bones are removed.
There is also a body of fairy meat.
The high priest wore a white robe and a deer-god mask, and the other three wore bull-god masks.
There was only the storyteller, dressed in black. Wei Lang found it strange that he had never seen a storyteller dressed in black.
In less than an hour, the shamans had finished dancing the Andai dance, asking the gods of Tengger and Haizi for blessings and exorcisms.
The soul-calling spell was about to begin soon. Although Wei Lang had seen it in books, he had never actually seen anyone perform such a weird spell to recall the remnant souls of the dead.
He watched the people beside Haizi carefully. Just as the shamans finished dancing the last beat, the sky above Haizi suddenly turned blue-gray, and soon turned into dark blue, with a strong sense of urgency coming over the city. feel.
Wei Lang was glad that Anmuda had held Ran Ran back, and neither woman came.
Just looking at the sky looks very ominous. It was as if someone above the sky was carefully watching the people below, waiting for this moment to come and overturn the tranquility on Haizi.
Ji Liyou's body was placed on a raft by the sea. Wei Lang accidentally looked at him and saw that the raft tied to the water was slowly moving towards the center of the water. Someone untied the rope.
In the morning, Wei Lang saw the shamans tying Ji Liyou's arms with a kind of vine from Kusama and tying them to the raft.
Wei Lang knew that the high priest must have reached some kind of consensus with the storyteller, but he couldn't guess the reason for a while.
Seeing that there was no wind on the water surface, a water whirlpool gradually formed. Wei Lang was very suspicious and stared at the water whirlpool motionlessly.
(End of chapter)