Shen Wanqing sat in front of the dressing mirror, looked at the neatly folded wedding robe, frowned slightly, stretched out her hand and stroked it inch by inch along the texture on it.
"Eunuch, let's eat something first."
An old mama pushed the door and came in, placing hot tea and pastries beside her. After he finished speaking, he walked around behind her, twisted her hair in a bun for her, and said with emotion, "Thank you for rescuing the little girl. If you really get rid of the mountain demon, even if you let the old man be a cow and a horse, he is still willing."
Shen Wanqing raised her head, looked at the old lady behind her in the mirror, paused for a moment, and then reached out her hand to comfort her as if to pat the back of her hand: "This is originally what a demon hunter should do, the old man doesn't need to be too polite. I'll just change it, so don't worry about it."
Having said that, the old man still did not leave with red eyes and kept thanking him. After Shen Wanqing coaxed her for a long time, she held back her tears, was supported and sat down tremblingly by the side, and did not forget to push the cup of tea: "Engong, it's cold in the Zizhu Forest, the road is hard, drink a drink to warm up your body. ."
Shen Wanqing glanced at the steaming cup of tea, stretched out her hand to pick up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "Thank you."
The two chatted a few more words before Shen Wanqing sent the crying old man away.
The room finally fell silent again.
Shen Wanqing looked at herself in the mirror, stretched out her hand and fiddled with the delicate bun that had just been put up, and the steps on her head, she seemed to be thoughtful.
...not right.
She suddenly got up and walked to the side, her index finger and middle finger were raised together, and pressed heavily on the two places under her throat. Immediately afterwards, the tea that he had just drank was coughed up with some pale blood.
Shen Wanqing wiped off the blood on the corner of her mouth and covered the traces on the ground, then sat back in front of the dressing mirror and began to change into her wedding clothes.
Very wrong.
Logically speaking, this once-a-month sacrifice to the "mountain god" should be a crucial thing for the village.
And on such an important occasion, why didn't the village chief who dominated all this appear? What's more, the sedan chair was intercepted halfway, and there was such a big noise. The villagers brought people to their homes to replace the objects of sacrifice. Are they not afraid of being discovered by the village chief or the "mountain god"
Even the old mama had so carefully braided a cumbersome bun for herself and added cinnabar.
These processes are cumbersome and meaningless. The only thing that makes people feel is that they treat themselves as if they are not treating a fake who leads the mountain god.
but a real sacrifice.
All this made Shen Wanqing feel weird.
She couldn't fully trust the villagers.
And now, Ji Feichen and the others are not by her side either.
According to the original plan, Zeng Ziyun stayed behind to take care of Feng Ruoqing, while Ji Feichen and Xie Wuyan would go to the temple to squat first.
So rashly defending against these villagers who do not know whether they are enemies or friends, it is better to plan ahead and join Ji Feichen and the others.
Shen Wanqing changed into her wedding clothes, put on a red hijab, and was helped onto the sedan chair.
The sedan chair is very bumpy, with the sound of gongs and drums constantly beating, all the way forward. The harsh sound was deafening, and the strings in the head instantly tightened, causing a splitting headache.
I don't know if it was because of the sound of gongs and drums, or because the tea was not completely forced out.
Shen Wanqing felt that the temperature around her continued to sink, and a cold air flow was born from the soles of her feet. There is obviously no wind, but the cold air is threatening, mixed with a strong bloody smell and demonic aura, making people feel a dull pain in their bones.
It seemed that he had entered the Purple Bamboo Forest.
"Girl, we're at the place." The old mama's voice sounded through the sedan chair, "After the sedan chair stops, I will help you to the front of the mountain temple, and then you have to go in by yourself. After kneeling on the mat for a while , the mountain god will come naturally."
Shen Wanqing: "Well."
When the sedan chair fell, she was helped to get off the sedan chair, and she was led all the way to a door and stopped.
"Okay, girl, I can only take you here." The old lady was about to leave.
"Wait." Shen Wanqing suddenly shouted, she paused for a while, then laughed, "Old man, hug me, thank you for sending me here."
Of course the old lady would not refuse.
After the two hugged like this, Shen Wanqing put the sound transmission symbol hidden in her sleeve behind her hair.
"Squeak-"
The temple door was pushed open.
The damp breath that blows on the face is accompanied by a strong smell of carrion, which makes people feel sick to the stomach.
Shen Wanqing took off her red hijab and looked around.
Bones, corpses.
Most of the corpses are decomposed, but some are still recognizable. It doesn't seem as simple as the so-called sacrifice of a girl in a month, because most of them can be seen as males according to their skeletons and statures.
In addition to these, there are also a few spells that can be vaguely seen.
After careful identification, although it has been covered with blood and dirt, it can still be seen that many corpses look like monks or demon slayers of various sects.
The situation is not right.
So many cultivators died here, but the villagers said nothing.
Shen Wanqing raised her hand and took out a golden hairpin from her hair bun and held it in her hand. The edge of the hairpin pressed against her palm and could cut a bloodstain at any time.
She walked to the center of the temple and glanced at the mat in the center.
The old woman said to kneel on it and wait.
And at this moment, a voice came from the sound-communication talisman—
"Can the ceremony begin?"
"As soon as five idiots are sent to death, the mountain god will definitely reward us heavily."
"But I heard from the townspeople that the monks this time seem to have some ideas..."
"Don't worry, these idiots drank our food early in the morning. I saw it with my own eyes. The skill will definitely be affected. That's what the mountain god gave, how could it go wrong?"
Shen Wanqing frowned.
At this moment, the voice in the sound transmission symbol suddenly became blurred, and after a few intermittent vague screams, it stopped abruptly.
...Could it be that the spell was discovered
But right now, that's not the point.
Shen Wanqing looked at the mat.
Even if you don't need to distinguish it carefully, you can smell the strong bloody smell on the mat. It seems that countless monks were tricked into this place by this group of villagers, and then they led out monsters according to the ritual in their eyes, and then they were brutally killed.
Although this group of people is full of lies, there is one sentence that is right.
Do as they say, and you will indeed be able to draw out the monsters. But with Ji Feichen's protagonist halo, maybe he can really get rid of this monster, not to mention the bug of Xie Wuyan.
Shen Wanqing was quiet for a long time.
Then turn around and leave.
When she is a fool
She is not as stubborn as the villagers, and in this case, she is too lazy to use herself as a living target to beat the monster.
She was going to beat up the villagers.
But he walked to the door and pushed it.
The door didn't open.
Shen Wanqing has some cultivation base no matter what, even if the villagers locked the door, she should be able to forcibly push it open.
But like this motionless, it should be a demon.
At the same time, a cold current rushed up from behind, clinging to her back all the way up, like an invisible big hand, stroking her skin inch by inch, making it creepy.
Shen Wanqing didn't move, she tightened her back, slowly put down the hand that pushed the door, and clenched the hairpin in her hand.
It seems that as soon as he entered the door, he was noticed.
"These idiots have brought me something good." The male voice seemed to be separated by thousands of layers of fog.
He almost uttered this sentence against Shen Wanqing's ear, and the strange tone made one's heart palpitate even more: "The little girl is quite smart, but being too smart is not a good thing."
Shen Wanqing felt a little pained.
Although it doesn't seem to have a physical body, she feels that her body is entangled by this strong demonic energy, tensing every inch of her skin, making people unable to move.
To tell the truth, this monster grinds and chirps and doesn't make a move, so he spends all his strength to touch himself a little bit, and his speech is yin and yang. It's not like killing people or torturing people, it's more like eating your own tofu.
Then she felt the invisible big hand turn in front of her, following her lower abdomen, inch by inch.
... It's really hard, that is, eating your own tofu.
It is completely different from the painted skin ghost. Obviously, this demon power is more powerful and powerful.
The entire temple was surrounded by a thick black mist, as if the temple was about to burst at any time.
Logically speaking, at this point, Ji Feichen shouldn't have noticed.
Shen Wanqing frowned when she remembered what she heard from the sound transmission talisman.
Could it be that Ji Feichen was really in the game and drank the tea given by the villager, so he didn't realize it
It is better to rely on yourself than others.
She pushed the golden hairpin into the flesh, and the blood dripped down the hairpin, blending with the color of the wedding robe.
And just then-
"To be honest," Xie Wuyan's voice was a little lazy, sounding slow, "This wedding dress doesn't suit you, it's ugly."
At the same time as the voice sounded, Shen Wanqing felt the demon power attached to her body loosen.
She turned her head.
Xie Wuyan didn't know when to sit on the roof beam, resting on the back of his head, looking at himself up and down as if he were watching a play: "Are you still busy?"
...so he found out long ago.
Shen Wanqing was speechless and choked: "So you're acting with them?"
"That's right," Xie Wuyan said timidly, "Let's see how embarrassing you can be."
Shen Wanqing's proud pride did not allow her to be laughed at like this: "I found it too!"
Xie Wuyan: "Oh, I was earlier than you."
Shen Wanqing: "The nature is different!"
Xie Wuyan: "I am earlier than you."
The "Mountain God" on the side tried to speak several times but was interrupted.
His demonic aura wandered around the temple for several times, and he found that the two people were patronizing and arguing and didn't take care of him at all, and unconsciously a little bit angry.
What's the meaning
look down on him
"Mountain God" will make more moves when he is not happy.
His attack target is very clear. Compared with Xie Wuyan, a dangerous person who can let him enter here without noticing, Shen Wanqing is obviously easier to bully.
All the demon power gathered into a ball and attacked in her direction, with an incomparably strong airflow, smashing the surrounding pillars into pieces.
"boom"
That power seemed to have hit an extremely hard barrier and collapsed in an instant.
Xie Wuyan clasped Shen Wanqing's waist with his right hand, pulled her towards him, and frowned, "Are you fat?"
Shen Wanqing: "...you don't have to give an acceptance speech at this time, thank you."