Jiang Yuanhan now wants to kill everyone here, no matter who he is, he doesn’t want to let go!
But with his sister in their hands, he could only retreat slowly with his men.
Seeing that he had chosen to leave temporarily, Wen Qingzhu finally felt relieved and comforted him: "Don't worry, they won't do anything to me."
"You are so naive!" Seeing Wen Qingzhu's calmness, the second patrol night couldn't help but laugh at her.
Wen Qingzhu said nonchalantly: "Do you dare to kill me?"
Obviously she knew very well that the second patrol would not dare to do it now.
It can also be seen from what happened just now that the strength of Second Patrol Night does not lie in force.
He could approach quietly and even kill himself directly, but he didn't do that.
It means that after he takes action, there is no guarantee that he can leave here alive.
More than a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yuanhan and his people disappeared here.
The second patrol took a closer look and found that no one was around.
But he was worried and turned to ask the third patrolman: "Lao San, is there anyone around?"
Sanxuanye jumped to a tall tree and looked around.
Indeed no one.
After he jumped down, he walked to the second patrol night and looked at Wen Qingzhu's neck.
The second patrolman followed the line of sight, and he did use a little too much force, so he put away the knife.
Wen Qingzhu already felt a little difficult to breathe.
The knife that stabbed her in the neck had poison on it.
After such a long time, toxins have invaded the lungs.
The moment the second patrol night let go, Wen Qingzhu spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You haven't fainted yet. It seems that you have really been poisoned by Wangyou poison." The second patrolman was amazed.
But what he was even more curious about was: "Who helped you detoxify? In our Witch Clan, the only person who can detoxify is the priest."
Wen Qingzhu felt that his vision was a little unclear, and he couldn't hear the words of the second patrol night clearly.
Finally, at the last words of the second patrol, Wen Qingzhu fainted.
"Lao San, you carry her back..."
Three night patrols? What does he want to do
When he woke up again, Wen Qingzhu felt pain all over his body, the kind of slight sting from countless needlepoints pricking his body, penetrating all over.
Apart from the pain, there was only the continuous sound of water dripping and the footsteps of someone walking around.
After breathing slowly for a while, Wen Qingzhu felt that his body had regained some strength.
When I opened my eyes, I only saw the graceful shadow.
Looking at the surrounding environment, she was locked in a cell, and her people guarding her outside were drinking and eating.
And constant complaining.
"When will this kind of day end?"
"You kid, stop complaining. We are still alive at least. Everyone in the herbal garden suddenly died, and we still can't find out how they died."
"Aren't I worried? The Second Master's temper has been getting more and more violent recently. We are assigned to his hands. I'm afraid that like the last batch of spies, all of us will die."
Wen Qingzhu listened to them. Had the Second Patrol sent spies before
"Ahem!" Wen Qingzhu wanted to move, but it felt like a thorn was stuck in her lungs, causing her to cough violently.
The people chatting outside suddenly became quiet. They looked towards Wen Qingzhu and met a pair of deep eyes. He was so frightened that he stood up with a knife in his hand.
After Wen Qingzhu finished coughing and stopped moving, someone outside said with lingering fear: "Why does her eyes look so scary?"
"How do I know! Although the second master's poison is not powerful, it should be very simple to control a woman."
"Don't worry, we all know how powerful the Second Master is. When the Eighth Master wakes up, we don't have to be afraid."
After a while, they sat down again.
Half of the face hidden in the shadows couldn't help but move. Wen Qingzhu thought to himself that she had personally administered the poison to Baxunye.
In a few days, the Wu Clan will be completely helpless, so they should come over.
Now Wen Qingzhu couldn't move for the time being. Although his whole body was in great pain, this pain was nothing at all after he had already experienced the more cruel poisons that devoured his heart.
Slowly closing his eyes, Wen Qingzhu fell asleep.
Dream, she came to the dream where there was darkness all around her.
There is a light in the distance in front.
Perhaps because of her experience last time, even though Wen Qingzhu longed for that light in her heart, she still forced herself to stand motionless.
Wen Qingzhu looked at the light quietly. Finally, it was approaching quickly, and another one of himself appeared in front of him.
When 'she' stretched out her hand, Wen Qingzhu raised his hand to stop her.
"You can't kill me."
The 'self' on the opposite side showed a cruel smile and let go of Bingzhu's hand. Dengzhu was actually hanging in the air.
Then she took out a necklace.
Wen Qingzhu's pupils suddenly tightened, and he stared at the injured necklace of the person opposite him. It was a blood jade lotus!
Suddenly, a sharp pain jolted her awake.
Before I opened my eyes, I felt a dazzling light in front of my eyes.
After getting used to it for a while, she slowly opened her eyes.
Only then did she find out that she lived in a house, and there were two people, the second patrol and the third patrol, standing in front of her.
"Did you inject the poison on Lao Ba?" The second patrolman's tone actually changed slightly.
Wen Qingzhu wanted to sit up, but he still didn't have the strength.
But she found she could speak.
"Why do you say that, sir? Master Eight and I have never had a head-to-head confrontation."
"Haha." The second patrol night sneered, and then said, "As long as you detoxify Lao Ba's body, you can live here and move freely here."
Wen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, that was not what she wanted.
She looked sideways and said, "I want to meet your priest."
"You're dreaming!" Second Patrolman Ye taunted angrily, and started to get very angry.
Wen Qingzhu simply closed his eyes and ignored them.
After a while, she heard someone leaving and some staying.
But she still didn't open her eyes, she just waited patiently. She was sure that the eight night patrols were very important.
Especially right now.
About half an hour later, the second night patrol returned.
He walked up to Wen Qingzhu and roughly stuffed a pill into her mouth.
Wen Qingzhu didn't even have time to identify the ingredients in the pill before the second patrolman pinched his chin and forcibly swallowed the pill.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the stinging pain all over Wen Qingzhu's body receded like a tide.
She took a deep breath, adjusted herself, turned around and got out of bed, looking at the two night watchmen in front of her: "Please lead the way."
Following the two night watchmen, Wen Qingzhu looked at the environment here as he walked.
The house she lived in just now was a hanging stone house unique to the Wu clan.
Down the stairs, up the stairs again, and so on.
A pointed roof slowly appeared in front of Wen Qingzhu.
As we walked up step by step, the building in front of us finally revealed its complete appearance.
This is a different architectural style from Daqi. Six towering stone pillars support the entire building.
The roof is high in the middle and low on both sides, giving the front a triangular shape.
There are no floors, just a curved entrance without a door at the front.
When they reached the top, Wen Qingzhu discovered that there was a large square in front of the tall building in the distance.
The empty square was paved with large stones. In the center, there was an incense burner that looked like a Gu altar. I saw incense placed inside, but there was green smoke slowly coming out of it. .
Following the night watchman, Wen Qingzhu walked for nearly a quarter of an hour before reaching the door.
Looking up, there was a statue of a god at least six feet tall inside.
Wen Qingzhu had seen a miniature version of it at Maomao's house, and she knew that it was the statue of the witch god of the witch tribe.
"Go in, the priest is waiting for you inside."
The second patrolman stepped aside and had no intention of going in.
Wen Qingzhu said thank you and walked over slowly.
In front of the statue, there was a man wearing black feathers.
At first, Wen Qingzhu didn't feel that he was a living person. When he approached, he realized that the man had moved.
"Madam, you are here."
Following these words, the wizard priest slowly turned his head.
Wen Qingzhu immediately saw his empty eyes. The place where there should have been eyes was now pitch black, as if something had dug them away alive.
"Sir, your eyes?" Although Wen Qingzhu thought this matter was rude, it was something she had to ask.
This person without eyes put a lot of pressure on her.
The witch priest didn't react at all, he just looked at her quietly, as if he had a pair of eyes.
"The lady carries with her both destiny and bad luck. It's really amazing."
This sentence made Wen Qingzhu feel nervous. Is this witch priest a magician or a liar
Wen Qingzhu felt very uncomfortable. The person in front of her gave her the feeling of turning around and running away.
However, after resurrecting his life, Wen Qingzhu has nothing to fear and nothing to fear.
"Priest, you don't need to say these illusory things. I don't believe it, so I won't be afraid. I can save Ba Xuanye, but there is one condition."
"Madam, please speak." The witch priest's tone was still calm.
Wen Qingzhu raised his head and looked at the statue of the witch god in front of him: "I know that you and Long Dai are currently at odds with each other, but our goals are the same. It's just that your witch clan surrendered to me, Daqi, a hundred years ago, and you will always be my subjects of Daqi. Does the priest know the final fate of the Yue family?"
The witch priest didn't reply, and looked like he was deep in thought.
After half a cup of tea, he looked into Wen Qingzhu's eyes: "Madam, the Wu Clan will not become the slaves of Da Qi."
"Haha! Hahaha!" Wen Qingzhu burst into laughter, looked at the wizard priest in front of him, and asked coldly, "By not being Daqi's slaves, do you mean to turn Daqi's people into your slaves?"
"The Witch God will bless us." The priest still did not answer her question directly.
Wen Qingzhu felt that maybe she should go to Long Dai.
She has seen how powerful Da Qi is, and may be able to understand her own thoughts better.
However, what Long Dai did had violated the laws of Da Qi, so she was not the first choice.
That's why she found the Witch Clan.
"Master Priest, do you really think you will win this war?"
"Witch God—"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Qingzhu pointed at the statue of the witch god behind him and interrupted him: "The witch god will bless your people, but he will never bless you, because it was you who personally sent your people to death! "
The priest closed his mouth and looked at her quietly for a long time.
Then he asked: "Madam, do you believe in the existence of the witch god?"
Wen Qingzhu raised his head, looked at the towering statue of the witch god, and said with some uncertainty: "Maybe there are gods in this world, but I believe in myself more."
The wizard priest has no eyes, but he can outline a person's outline based on his breath.
The world he could see was all gray and white.
In this temple, the priest saw the light shed by the Witch God, covering the entire Cangyun Mountain Range.
When Wen Qingzhu came over before, he saw the blood and golden light hidden in her body.
This was not the first time he had seen such a person.
He also saw it before Long Dai was born.
Later, Long Dai gradually grew up, and later became a rival to the Priest Temple. He saw with his own eyes that Long Dai was experiencing more and more bad luck, and that the golden light was getting less and less.