The air was full of the stench of rotten blood, and Lu Yibei sat in the dark, ruined temple, casting a spell on the old mans unrecognisable corpse.
He had almost completely transford into sothing terrifying had she not killed him. With a snap of her fingers, red flas rolled over his body, and blazing fire rose up.
Staring at the fire, she gathered all the information in her head.
The mountain sacrifice should be the sacrificial ceremony next to that giant pit, so what is the river sacrifice that he ntioned? And he also said that god didnt want to be released, so why did he ask for help when I first entered this realm?
In her opinion, the old mans words seed more credible.
Before he died, he regarded Yibei as his god. Generally, a person would not lie to a god.
The fire gradually burned out, and darkness rolled back into the temple. The Witch gathered his remaining ashes and wrapped them in a coarse cloth. Leaving the main hall, she carefully tied the cloth together and placed it in her guitar bag.
He probably doesnt want to be buried in this land of despair.
It was drizzling now, and a cold wind blew through the dilapidated village, disturbing the lanterns hung by the low houses. The drizzle was like rcury on the skin, stinging with every drop.
It was eerily cheerful and vastly different from the first ti she ca here. The sound of instrunts could be heard deep in the village.
Doors were also pushed open, and the streets were livelyvillagers with varying degrees of deformities, wearing snake-shaped masks, marching out of their hos.
They were carrying scarlet lanterns, but no words were spoken between any of them. Their postures were weird, and they walked down the winding alleys, guided by the scarlet light.
Arriving at the outskirts of the village, she was shocked to see such a scene and ducked into a nearby, empty ho.
Jacket, she requested, poking her head out and observing the villagers. Can you make a mask like theirs?
The jacket squird slightly, but nothing happened. It then squird excitedly as if it were trying to tell her sothing.
Oh, its okay if you cant.
*(*)* My Witch is the Best!
The coarse cloth of her clothes grazed against her thighs, and she couldnt help but moan out slightly.
At the sa ti, the door to the house she was hiding in was pushed open, and a one-ard man called out, Whos there?
An idea was conjured in her brain, lifting up her coarse skirt.
The deford villager peered into the house with his lantern, and suddenly, he saw a pristine leg erge from behind the wall, and he swallowed hard.
No woman in his village had such a pair of beautiful legs, and yet
Before he could co back to his senses, he saw yet another set of pristine hands erge, beckoning him, Oh, youre ho. Please co to .
The deford villager swallowed hard, feeling all the heat in his head transfer to sowhere else. He couldnt care about stupid ceremonies anymore and ran towards the legs.
However, as soon as he turned the corner
The second before he lost consciousness, all he saw was a golden face with glaring eyes coming into his field of vision.
Clang!
Looking at the unconscious villager, she shrugged: I guess no man can resist the temptation of a woman. No matter the realm, but
She knelt down to him, took off his mask, and snatched his lantern from him. She stripped part of his clothes long enough to knead into a rope, tied him up, and threw him into the house.
Im sorry, but I have to do this!
When she mixed into the crowd of deford villagers, she soon found herself in the centre of the village. From a distance, she saw a long table had been placed in the open space in the centre of the village, and ten people gathered behind the table, with the Old Ladies on the left and right.
A group of priests stood quietly behind them, standing four by four and carrying dark wooden boxes.
The villagers were like puppets, with their heads lowered.
One of the many Old Ladies was strangely deford. She, too, wore a gorgeous dress, but her face was not veiled like the others.
Her body arched like a coiled snake, and her eyes were sickly gold, with vertical pupils full of malice. Her skin was like the scales of a snake, and it was hard to look away from her.
Whats worse was that her face was strangely arched and curved like a snakes.
Entering further into the centre, she passed a stall that looked like a noddle stall, and a tantalising aroma of at penetrated her nose. Glancing at the stall, however, she felt a spasm in her stomach.
Under the stall, there was a tall priest chopping at, and judging by its shape, it was clearly human.
The priest was thin and lanky. The pot was steaming, and he put the cut at into the pot.
The at sizzled as it entered the pot, exuding an aroma of cooked at and sothing undulating within the dark waters of the turbid soup.
A strong sense of nausea overca her, and she forced herself to look away.
I know its what they eat, but couldnt they have picked sothing more ethical?
Just as she was thinking, a piercing sound could be heard, like a woman weeping in pain.
She hurriedly looked around and noticed the priests hauling large stone plates filled with cooked delicacies towards the large table.
As soon as the plate was placed on the table, they pounced to snatch as much food as they could, as if they didnt know the ingredients used to make it.
Vaguely, Yibei could hear them communicating with each other in the serpent language.
Perfect the hallucinogenic in the soup. Its making feel good.
I feel angry I want to kill.
It tastes different not a fresh corpse.
Jesus Christ.
The Old Ladies communicated in low voices. If she didnt know better, she wouldve thought she stumbled upon an avant-garde banquet.
Soon, they finished their dishes. They stood up and opened their mouths as they roared out loud. Then, bursts of music could be heard.
At its signal, the feasts celebrating the gifts the god bestowed on them truly began, and conversations burst between the villagers.
This years food seems dark It should be fine, right?
Those clothes of yours, are they passed down?
Youve never seen ? I have been living in a ruined temple outside the village, and
Oh, I never really liked him anyway! I never knew his na to begin with.
Standing among the villagers as the Old Ladies watched, she felt quite panicked and felt the need to blend in.
anwhile, near the celebration, a figure sneakily blended into the crowd.
System! When are we going to take action?
Wait for my signal, clear!
Strangely enough, the system felt uneasy.
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