With the support of Bailu, the reform was finally implemented smoothly. Wu Yuli pays attention to gradual progress, not rashly radical. He still adopted the old decree on opening fields, slightly modified and added, and strictly prohibited the tribe from making slaves bury their heads in public fields all day long. In addition, he ordered the establishment of the Xuxu public school, and recruited slave children to enter the temple as a candidate for witches. Although this decree aroused dissatisfaction among the witches, the white deer walked around the divine way in a grand manner, and in awe of its lewd power, the witches had no choice but to act obediently.
Bai Lu has completely intervened in mortal affairs, and Qi Yin finally understood what Bai Lu meant by "intervening in mortal affairs" when he was in the tomb of the gods, and finally understood what Wu Yuli's reform was.
"The great witch of slaves", Wu Yuli became a legend in southern Xinjiang. He still sleeps at night, and eats lightly at night, and the amber-yellow lights in the hall reflect his quiet and thoughtful face. Now that he has blatantly violated Fuxi's prohibition, Bailu simply did not return to Moon Luntian, and stayed at Bailu Temple every day. But he was more bored than before. He ran to Wu Yuli's palace all day long when he was full, and the servant criticized the slips by himself, without even looking at him.
"Great witch, play with me!" Bai Lu said.
Wu Yuli frowned and meditated. The upper reaches of the Jialing River were flooded, flooding several tribes. He has been worrying about this for the past few days.
"Great witch, play with me!" Bai Lu raised his voice.
The Xuanniao slaves rioted, killing the clan leader. Wu Yuli has a headache, although he has always been considerate of slaves, but there is a national law, and he must hang these slaves.
"Stinky boy, did you listen to the young master!" Bai Lu was angry.
"God," Wu Yuli put down the slip in his hand and said with a smile, "Then let's play a game."
Bai Lu's eyes lit up, and he was excited, "Okay, okay, what game?"
"It's very simple," Wu Yuli raised his index finger and put it between his lips, "'One, two, three, wooden people, whoever speaks first will lose'."
Bai Lu was so angry that he vomited blood, "If it weren't for your beautiful looks, the young master would have beaten you into a pig's head!" After saying that, he walked away.
Wu Yuli was finally able to do things quietly, Qi Yin looked at him as if he was very relieved. However, it didn't take long for Xiao Wu Zhu Deng Deng to run in and shout in panic, "Lord Ah Li, it's not good! God fought two wolf demons in the market!"
God fights with his people, and only Bailu can do such a bastard. Wu Yuli brought him back in person, the blood on this fellow's face was not gone, and he said angrily: "Why are you stopping me, I won't punch out their feces, I will write their names upside down!"
"God, they are your people." Wu Yuli said with a wry smile.
"My son can still be beaten with straw sandals, why can't I beat them?" Bai Lu was furious.
Wu Yuli persuaded bitterly, but Bai Lu got annoyed first, and after dealing with it twice, he turned around and disappeared. Seeing that he was still angry, Wu Yuli didn't say anything anymore. He tilted his head and asked the little Wu Zhu, "Why did the gods fight?"
"Because..." Xiao Wuzhu stammered, unable to speak clearly.
Wu Yuli said warmly, "Don't be afraid, to be honest."
Xiao Wu Zhu snorted and said, "Because they made up rumors about you, saying that you serve God with serenity, and you have your current status."
Wu Yuli was stunned for a while, turned his eyes sideways, and saw his face reflected in the brass mirror. He remembered that Bai Lu said before going out that he was beautiful. He used to be a slave. He was imprisoned every day with a dirty face, and he never tried to describe it. He didn't understand, so, does it count as "beautiful"? Wu Yuli was a little surprised and asked, "Am I good-looking?"
Xiao Wuzhu's face was flushed with red tides, and he stole a glance at the great witch in front of him. He lowered his waist and said loudly, "Lord Ali is the most beautiful great witch the villain has ever seen!" After speaking, his face flushed red. , and regardless of Wu Yuli's reaction, he covered his face and ran out.
That night, for the first time, Wu Yuli put down the mountains of slips he was holding, went to Bailu and invited him to go out to play.
"Tomorrow's Wax Festival, A Li and the gods go to see the Nuo dance?"
"Hey," Bai Lu said dismissively, "Young master has been watching it for thousands of years, it's boring."
"Well..." Wu Yuli lowered his head and thought, "Then go to Jiugai Yongyetian to watch Shen Xingluoyue?"
Bai Lu glared at him, "Why do you have time tomorrow, no need for approval?"
Wu Yuli sat down beside him with a light smile, "The papers are endless, Ali wants to go out with God for a walk."
Bai Lu still wanted to take Qiao, "Actually, the young master has been very busy recently. You know, we are immortals and have a lot of things to do." The second young master will take time to accompany you once."
This guy is idle all day, fighting in the street or sleeping with his head covered, what can he do? Wu Yuli did not dismantle it, and nodded very politely, "Thank you for the grace of God."
Bai Lu swaggered over the threshold, took a few steps and then backed back, pointing at Wu Yuli, "Don't miss the appointment!"
"How dare you violate the promise of God?" Wu Yuli smiled.
Bailu left with satisfaction.
Since then, every night, when Bailu came back from playing, Wu Yuli played the flute and sat in front of the temple gate quietly waiting. The sound of the flute was like flying flowers, scattered into the night. The shredding hoofs sounded, and the white deer stepped over the moss and bluestone, and returned to the temple covered in moonlight. The young great witch took the bone flute and went home with his god.
The good times didn't last long, and Fuxi learned that the White Deer had arrived. The Golden Eye was opened several times in the White Deer Temple, and Fuxi's rebuke became more severe each time. The gods whispered among the clouds and the mountains, and the white deer went backwards and shocked the heavens. Bai Lu didn't want Wu Yuli's hard work to go to waste, and didn't listen to all the persuasion of the gods. Finally, the decree of the god Fuxi on Jiuyi Mountain came down to heaven and earth, telling the gods to attack the southern border.
Qi Yin knew, however, that the cause and effect were like a chariot and horse that had lost its reins, and Fuxi wanted to find a ray of life from the ending of the annihilation of demons, men and gods. All this will eventually be sacrificed, and he chose White Deer. The death of the white deer should not only follow the fate of Shenyin, but also preserve the heart of Shuangxue. It will spend 3,000 years in the tomb of the gods, waiting for the future Qi Yin to open his heart and change his heart, gain the power of the gods, and kill Wu Yuli.
At that time, Wu Yuli was still a grief-stricken great witch. The bronze drums in the four directions rumbled like thunder, and he kowtowed in front of the White Deer Temple, sending his god to the blood-red firmament.
The sky fire burned all over the northern dome of the southern border. The war lasted for three years. During these three years, because the light of the sky fire burned day and night, the southern border lost the night. The land was burnt and dry, and the terracotta stretched from Tianmuye to the south, until it reached the South Wilderness Great Marsh. Countless people lost their fields and were displaced. The demons fought on the front lines, and mortals who were born weak became the offerings of the demons and were continuously transported to the front lines. The mortals near Tian Muye risked their lives to cross the battlefield and migrate to the world. The rest of the mortals were almost exhausted, and after the battle of Tianshang, there were no mortals in the southern border.
The southern border was overwhelmed, and the people's grievances were boiling. All the blame pointed at Wu Yuli, accusing him of confusing the sky and causing disaster. Wu Yuli didn't defend himself, he silently took off the golden deer face, took off the god witch's feather coat, and asked himself to be a slave. Wu Heng sighed, sealed his pure spiritual power, and exiled him to the Zhujiu clan in the Southern Desolate Marsh.
There is the most desolate place in the southern border. The mountain streams are piled with stone-blue old pines, crowded by each other, the wind blows, and the waves are like waves.
No one wants to talk to him. He is a demoted great witch and the chief culprit in the battle of Tianshen. Because of him, the fathers, brothers, and children of the common people were sent to the front line. They need someone to bear their resentment. Wu Yuli remained silent and worked hard without complaining. He healed the slaves, and took the ropes of the carts when they were tired. He does not complain or grieve, he only looks forward to the end of the war, whether it is victory or defeat, he holds the blood-dropping lotus and prays for his god to return from afar.
But Wu Yuli was still happy, he got very close to a demon slave child. Wu Yuli knew him when he was helping him cure the cold. He was about five or six years old, and he was tall enough to reach Wu Yuli's knee. Wu Yuli remembered that his name was Laner, a little orchid, without parents, he grew up like a wild child. Since Wu Yuli helped him heal his illness, he followed Wu Yuli silently. Wu Yuli slept in the grass hut, and he squatted at the door to guard the door. Wu Yu left to collect herbs, and he hid far behind.
Wu Yuli finally couldn't help it and asked him what he was doing
The little boy pursed his lips and said, "Protect you."
"Protect me?" Wu Yuli laughed.
"Well." The child said solemnly, "You are a mortal and weak."
Wu Yuli was not good at dealing with children, so he had to follow him. They climbed over the mountains, looking for panax notoginseng, calamus and other medicinal herbs to stop bleeding. The rock was steep, and the child stepped on the air with one foot, and just about to exclaim, someone was holding the collar. Silently raised his head, he saw Wu Yuli's curved eyebrows.
"You were saved by a weak mortal."
child:"… "
He still persevered to "protect" Wu Yuli, like a quiet shadow. He repaid his gratitude seriously and wanted to thank Wu Yuli for curing his cold. Although he was always chased by mountain demons, his collar was hung by a pine branch that stretched out, his hands and feet were stuck by a big spider web, and he was finally rescued by Wu Yuli.
"I will become stronger." The child told Wu Yuli solemnly.
Wu Yuli suppressed a smile and patted the top of his head: "Okay, I see."
"It will grow taller," the child said.
"Okay," Wu Yuli finally couldn't help laughing, "I will wait for you to become stronger, and I will also wait for you to grow taller."
Qi Yin looked at the child's appearance, the white and tender face plate, the black and big pupils, clean and lovable. He touched his chin and said, "Old Bai, don't you think this doll looks like my brother?"
"Indeed, a stupid look." Bai Lu shrugged, "I think my great witch made Fu Lan based on this little doll."
They gradually became acquainted, Wu Yuli taught him the golden wrong book, taught him some simple spells, and even cut a small bamboo flute to teach him the ballad to Bailu. They went to collect herbs together, climbed over the hills overgrown with old pine trees, and waded across the roaring stream. This doll doesn't like to talk very much, can't walk and doesn't say a word, and insists on following behind. After a trip down the road, Wu Yuli realized that there were blisters on the soles of the doll's feet.
Then one night, Wu Yuli couldn't sleep, so he got up and played the flute, only to find the child squatting at the door of the shed, with his back hunched, his hands on the insteps, like a small shrimp, drowsy, his head bit by bit. I don't know how long it has been blown by the cool wind, and a black hair has been blown into a kennel.
This little guy always likes to keep silent. Wu Yuli wanted to laugh and felt distressed, so he carried him into the grass hut. When he woke up and stopped sleeping, Wu Yuli told him about Crescent Moon Valley, about Bailu God, and about Fulan Flowers in the Moon Wheel Sky.
"It is a symbol of God and only grows in God's territory. It will not die or wither." Wu Yuli used a branch to trace the outline of a Fulan flower on the ground, "It is only afraid of wind, wind As soon as it blows, it turns into snow, slams, and flies away."
There was a solitary lamp in the grass hut, and the bright light embraced the faces of the two people. The child asked, "Can I see it?"
Wu Yuli smiled and said, "When the Great God Bailu returns, I beg him to take you there."
"But I'm just a monster."
"God Bailu likes beautiful children," Wu Yuli said, "Laner is so good-looking, Great God Bailu must like you."
"You look good, so the Great God Bailu likes you?" the child asked, vaguely understanding.
Wu Yuli held his face and smiled softly, but did not answer.
The child looked at Wu Yuli for a while, and Wu Yuli tilted his head to look at him suspiciously. He leaned closer to Wu Yuli's ear, as if he was whispering a secret as small as a star, something that belonged to a child's family.
"I also like Lord A Li," he said, "I like Lord A Li the most."
The soft voice of the child rang in his ears, and Wu Yuli was stunned for a moment. In the silent night, the slaves slept peacefully in their respective burrows and grass huts. The distant sky shone with a bloody red light, and from time to time there were golden red fireworks blasting at the end of the sky. The corners of Wu Yuli's lips still had a smile, as always, gentle and demure, but tears poured down like rain, dripping on the back of his hands.
He wept quietly.
It turned out that his heart had already been riddled with holes, and this child gave him the last solace.
However, thousands of miles away, the plague revived on the dead body, and the child could not survive the second plague. The slaves infected with the plague rushed into Wu Yuli's thatched hut with their children. When Wu Yuli hugged him, he was already unconscious. The only one who can save him is Fei Lian God Gu, but God Gu is in the hands of the nobles of the tribe. It was the first time since he left Crescent Moon Valley that he knelt down to a mortal spirit who was not a god.
Qi Yin and Bai Lu looked at his pale and cracked lips from the scorching sun, and the child was dying in his arms. The slaves wept behind him, the rabbit died and the fox mourned, and they saw their own destiny.
The leader of Zhu Jiu's clan finally walked out of the golden tent, Wu Yuli stretched out his fingers on the ground, and the leader's elegant leather boots were reflected in the blurred vision.
"Save him..."
"What does a useless flower demon brat have to do with you?" A familiar voice sounded above his head, "Lord Ah Li, you are really a good person."
Wu Yuli raised his eyes and saw the wolf demon who had yelled at him during the festival. He opened his mouth, his hoarse voice speechless.
"I told you a long time ago that whatever life is, it should be what it should be. What if you become a great witch, in the end, you still have to nest in Laozi's slave heap, kneel in front of Laozi's golden tent, and beg Laozi to reward him. You are a bitch!" Wolfshou sneered, "If I remember correctly, you Wu Yuli made Feilian God Gu. It's a pity..." Wolfshou took out a small box, opened it, and there were many people lying in it. The cloudy yellow ball, "This little thing is so precious, even I only have one box like this."
Wu Yuli looked up at him, "What are the conditions, but it doesn't matter, I will definitely die."
"I don't want your life," the wolf head squinted and leaned closer to his face, the stench sprayed on his face, "I have lived for three hundred or so years, the South Sea Mermaid, the Nine-Tailed Witch, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, and even the human world. My princess, I have played a few times too. But..." The wolf demon's fingers clasped Wu Yuli's chin on Bai Jie, "I alone have never tasted our Bashan Temple great witch, I don't know... how delicious it is. ?"
Surrounded by wolves on all sides, green lights flickered in the blood-colored twilight.
The wolf demon licked his lips and said, "I want you to enter my golden tent and sleep for a night."
If Lei hurried his entire body, Qi Yin and Bai Lu were stunned on the spot.
"Qi Yin..." Bai Lu asked, turning pale, "What does he mean?"
"I..." Qi Yin didn't know what to say, "Old Bai, calm down, calm down."
The slaves were silent, and I don't know who said in a low voice, "It's only for one night, it's just like being bitten by a mad dog."
"Yes, Lord A Li, we are all living lives!"
"Laner is only five years old, won't you save him?"
More slaves didn't say a word, and watched Wu Yuli's crawling back with sad eyes.
Qi Yin and Bai Lu watched Wu Yuli slowly stand up and said to the wolf demon, "You swear."
"I swear to the Great God Bailu, if I violate it, I will strip my demon bones, burn my flesh and blood, and I will not die!"
Wu Yuli put the child next to the fence, under a loquat tree. They used to be tired from collecting herbs and often rested under the loquat tree. Sometimes a loquat hits the top of the head, they eat it separately, and they are sour together. A long time ago, when he was a little crescent moon, he remembered that Bailu liked to eat sour fruit. Under a loquat tree in Shiwanda Mountain, the engraving of "the great god Jiang Yang and the god witch Xiaoyueya visited here", probably up to now still.
He stood up, took one step at a time, and walked into the golden tent without looking back.
"Little Crescent Moon!" Bailu roared loudly, tears welling up.
Qi Yin hugged him tightly, covering his eyes and ears, "Old Bai, don't watch, don't listen! Don't watch any more!" He looked around for the shadow of the human head and snake body, " Fuxi, come out, we won't watch! We won't watch!"
"Is that so?" Fuxi's golden figure appeared beside him.
"No," Bai Lu shook his body and tried his best to calm himself, "I want to continue."
"White Deer!" Qi Yin frowned, "What has already happened is meaningless, forget it.
"I said," Bai Lu said, gritted his teeth, "I want to continue!"
The golden eyes opened again, and the light and shadow were like a turbulent tide, regressing rapidly. At the end of the sky, charcoal burns like fire, and the red flames handed down are more magnificent than before. The earth was hotter than ever, the vegetation was dead, the barefoot slaves groaned, and the soles of their feet were scorched to the point of scorching blisters. All the demons have a lingering unease in their hearts, always feeling that something is about to happen. Qi Yin looked at the distant sky, and the blood-like red seemed to scorch his eyes. Bailu murmured in a low voice, "This is the day..."
"Which day?" Qi Yin's eyes narrowed, "Could it be the day you sacrificed your flesh and blood?"
Bai Lu turned around and went to find Wu Yuli. The dirt roads in the mountains go round and round, and the grass huts made of grass billets and tree sticks are crookedly crowded together. They saw Wu Yuli standing in front of a thatched hut, asking about Laner's condition. The slaves faltered, their eyes averted. Wu Yuli frowned and asked, "But what's wrong with the symptoms? Let me see." As soon as he was short, he was about to pick up the curtain to go in.
A few slaves stopped him, and said, "Ali-sama... you'd better go back..."
"What's wrong?" Wu Yuli was puzzled.
"Alas..." The slaves gritted their teeth and said with a ruthless heart, "You are an unclean great witch, you will be cursed. We are strong and strong, that's all, you don't... contact Laner... "
Wu Yuli was stunned for a long time, and then he said, "Sorry, I forgot."
The slaves rubbed their hands together, smiled awkwardly, and watched him turn around and sway back to their huts like ghosts.
"Why do you talk like that, Lord A Li will be sad."
"What can I do?" the slave murmured gruffly. "What can I do?"
The grass hut suddenly shook, everyone was startled, and a banshee ran out screaming, shouting: "Help! Lord Ah Li, help!"
Wu Yuli turned his head, and saw Laner's thatched shed torn apart, and a gorgeous moth flew out of it. This is the untamed Fei Lian God Gu, which hatched in Lan'er's body and finally emerged from the cocoon. The slaves screamed and ran away, and the moths killed several slaves, fluttering their fluorescent wings and biting at Wu Yuli. Wu Yuli stood on the spot like a puppet, a sword light swept across the mountain, and the moth was chopped into pieces.
The wolf head came over, stretched out his hand to catch the flying knife, and laughed loudly, "I'm sorry, Lord A Li. A gadget that has not been domesticated was accidentally mixed in with the gods, why, your cheap son seems to be gone. ."
Wu Yuli shuffled over and walked towards the broken child in the ruins. The child moved his lips as if trying to say something. Wu Yuli lowered his ears in a daze, and heard his angry voice.
"Lord Ali...don't be sad...I don't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." Lan'er said softly, "I will become the White Deer God Fu Lanhua, you will miss me in the future, look up at the moon...you can see It's me… "
He burst into tears, and endless grief wrapped his heart. He has excellent medical skills, but after all, he doesn't know how to save a child whose heart was eaten by demon moths. Wait, he remembered the blood-dropping lotus that Bai Lu gave him, and he went to get it. At this moment, he suddenly heard a clear cry from far away.
All the demons saw it, and a bright moon rose at the end of the sky where the red clouds were surging. Immediately afterwards, the crimson dome became dim every inch, and the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of black gauze. The icy rain soaked the scalding terracotta, the southern border of the severe drought. At the end of the sky, a thunder-like bronze drum sounded, mourning the deceased god. The wolf head and the slaves still didn't know what happened, and stood there in a daze.
Wu Yuli picked up the child and walked towards the north, step by step, staggering.
The nine-headed bird flew over the sky and shouted loudly, "The Great God of White Deer has passed away!" On the battlefield of Tian Muye, black armored demons struck copper and iron shields with swords, and the heavy rain splashed black light on their armors.
Wu Yuli knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand, and cold raindrops entered his palm. It was the flesh and blood of the white deer, and it all turned into rain, returning to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, back to the Jialing River, and back to his homeland, the southern border. The child's body was drenched by the rain, and inch by inch in his arms, it became hopelessly cold, and finally turned into a small orchid. He was soaked by the cold rain and turned into a sculpture.
His god is dead, his children are dead, and even he himself has become an unchaste great witch.
The wolf head and the slaves looked at his back kneeling in the rain. No one dared to come forward to disturb him. His whole body seemed to have a blizzard-like coldness and tyranny, spreading silently in the rain.
In the pouring rain, the man's hoarse voice sounded silently.
"Do you know? When I was young, the Great God Bailu took me to the Moon Wheel Sky. There is a kind of flower on it, named Fulan. It is born from the same root and will never die."
He turned his face slowly, and all the monsters were taken aback. Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes, appearing coquettish and hideous on his pale face.
It turned out that he was blind not because of the curse of the gods and witches, but because he forcibly broke through the seal of spiritual power.
"However, when the wind comes, they will turn into ashes and disappear without a trace. However, after all, they are divine flowers, and they are still alive after death. Life and death go back and forth without end. It's a pity that your body is mortal, no It's like this." Wu Yuli said eloquently, as if telling an old story.
"Wu Yuli, are you crazy?" The wolf head yelled harshly.
"Crazy? No..." Wu Yuli smiled gently, "I just want you to listen to the sound of the wind."
The wind blade roared, weaving a vortex-like blood tide, and all the demon slaves were torn apart and turned into flesh. Only the wolf head evaded the fatal move and threw a long knife at Wu Yuli. The long knife swirled and flew towards Wu Yuli, the tip of the knife slid across a bright arc of light, but was cut off just three inches away from him. The wolf head felt the horror in hindsight, as long as there was wind, this man could kill.
All the shards of the long knives were arranged in a formation, hovering in the air, and then the sharp arrows generally rushed towards the wolf's head. First with his hands, then with his feet, the wolf's head fell to the ground, his face stuck in the mud. With one foot on his body, Wu Yuli stepped on his body, passed him, and stepped into the vast wind and rain. The wolf head breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't hurt his heart, he could still live. He struggled to his feet, propping himself up on his broken elbow. The sharp whistling sound suddenly broke through the wind, and a belated wind blade slashed through the rain curtain and pierced his heart.
With his eyes wide open, he was dead.
It turned out that this was the end of everything. Qi Yin was shocked. He still remembered the human skin scroll he saw in the Bashan Moon Mirror. This great witch who suffered a lot, gave everything he had in exchange for the eternal infamy in history.
Wu Yuli slaughtered Zhu Jiu's clan, and the crime was monstrous. The temple decided to execute Wu Yuli. However, some witches reminded him that the Fei Lian Mother Gu on his body affected countless living people, including the witches who had been infected with the plague. In fact, half of the gods and witches in the temple were implanted with Feilian God Gu. So the temple made a decision and made him a golden criminal, sealed it into a golden figurine, and buried the great god.
Qi Yin finally saw this scene, the last picture drawn on the human skin scroll. Wu Yu, with his long hair scattered and in shackles, made his way to his coffin with difficulty. The slaves and leaders scolded him for provoking a war and killing the great god. They threw eggs and rotten vegetables at him. Wu Yuli walked forward in the bleak wind and rain, climbed the stairs, and found his golden coffin.
He will sleep here for three thousand years, until the stars change and the gods grow old.
Bai Lu stared sadly at his haggard profile, blind eyes.
"God, look, this is the people you and I protect together..." Wu Yuli said in a low voice, "You use your flesh and blood to water the red soil in exchange for the southern border's thousand-year-old spiritual energy and the prosperity of demons. , but abandoned their beliefs, blasphemed the sacred, fought against each other, and killed each other. They turned their backs on me and you, but I never imagined…”
He seemed to be muttering to himself, as if he was talking to someone. Qi Yin felt something was wrong, and unconsciously pressed Bai Lu's shoulder.
Wu Yuli raised his head abruptly, staring at the white deer, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his empty eyes.
"Even you have to turn your back on me."
Qi Yin's heart trembled, this is obviously the past of the golden eyes, how could the old monster suddenly appear? I saw all the demons and witches around them raised their heads, the dark eye ponds that were also sunken, blood and tears shed from their empty eyes, and all of them were pale, like puppets made of white paper. Facing Qi Yin and Bai Lu, they opened their mouths in unison and said the same sentence.
"Xiao Yin, I saw you."
"Xiao Yin, I saw you."
"Xiao Yin," a low, hoarse voice pressed against his ear, "I see you."
Qi Yin had goose bumps all over his body, turned his face, and saw Wu Yuli face to face with him, eye to eye. There was nothing in those empty eyes, only a thousand years of emptiness. The demon-like witch told Qi Yin word by word.
"Take my god and come see me."