Jiang Yuanhan really wants to kill everyone here now, no matter who he is, he doesn't want to let go!

But his sister was in their hands, so he could only retreat slowly with people.

Seeing that he chose to leave temporarily, Wen Qingzhu finally felt relieved and comforted him: "Don't worry, they won't do anything to me." ”

"You're so naïve!" Seeing Wen Qingzhu so calm, the second patrol couldn't help but laugh at her.

Wen Qingzhu said disappreliantly: "Do you dare to kill me?" ”

Obviously, she knew very well in her heart that the second patrol night would not dare now.

It can also be seen from what happened just now that the strength of the Second Patrol Night is not in force.

He could get close to him silently, and he could even kill himself, but he didn't.

It shows that after he did it, he couldn't guarantee that he would get out of here alive.

More than a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yuanhan disappeared here with his people.

The second patrol felt it carefully, and there was no one left around.

But he was not at ease, so he turned his head and asked the third patrol: "Third child, is there anyone around?" ”

The Three Patrols jumped onto a tall tree and looked around.

There really is no one.

After he jumped down, he walked to the side of the second night patrol and looked at Wen Qingzhu's neck.

The second patrol night followed the line of sight, and he did use a little more force, so he put away the knife.

Wen Qingzhu already felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.

The knife that stabbed her in the neck was poisonous.

After such a long time, the toxin has invaded the lungs.

At the moment when the second patrol night was released, Wen Qingzhu spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You haven't fainted yet, it seems that you have really been poisoned by forgetfulness." The second patrol night is amazing.

It's just that he is more curious: "Who helped you detoxify?" In our Wu 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 very clearly.

Finally, in the last sentence of the second patrol night, Wen Qingzhu still fainted.

"Third child, you carry her back......"

Three Patrols? What exactly does he want to do?

When he woke up again, Wen Qingzhu only felt pain all over his body, the slight stinging pain of countless needletips piercing his body, which was pervasive.

Beyond the pain, there was only the constant sound of water droplets and footsteps of people walking around.

After breathing slowly for a while, Wen Qingzhu felt that his body had regained some strength.

When I opened my eyes, I saw only a shadow of a vague figure.

Looking at the surrounding environment, she was locked in a cell, and her people guarding her outside were drinking and eating.

And incessant whining.

"When is this kind of day going to be the end?"

"Don't complain, you kid, we're still alive, the people on the other side of the herb garden are suddenly all dead, not to mention, we can't even find out how they died."

"Isn't my side worried? Recently, the temper of the two adults has become more and more irritable, and we have been assigned to him, and I am afraid that like the last batch of spies, there will be no one left to die. ”

Wen Qingzhu listened to them, had you sent spies to the Second Patrol before?

"Ahem!" Wen Qingzhu wanted to move, but a thorn seemed to be stuck in her lungs, and she coughed violently in pain.

The people chatting outside suddenly quieted down, looked towards Wen Qingzhu's side, met a pair of deep eyes, and stood up with a knife in an instant.

When Wen Qingzhu finished coughing and stopped moving, someone outside said with palpitations: "Why are her eyes so terrifying?" ”

"How do I know! Although the poison of the second adult is not powerful, it should be very simple to control a woman. ”

"Don't worry, we all know how powerful the two adults are, and when the eight adults wake 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, and Wen Qingzhu thought to herself that the poison on the Eighth Patrol Night was caused by her personally.

In a few days, the Wu Clan will be completely helpless, and they should also come to find it.

Now Wen Qingzhu can't move for the time being, although the pain all over his body is incomparable, but after experiencing a more cruel hundred poisons devouring the heart, this pain is nothing at all.

Slowly closing his eyes, Wen Qingzhu fell asleep.

Dream, she went to the dream of the darkness around her.

There is a bean light in the far ahead.

Maybe it was because of the experience last time, even if Wen Qingzhu longed for that bit of light in her heart, she still forced herself to stand motionless.

Wen Qingzhu quietly looked at the light, and finally it was quickly approaching, and another self also appeared in front of him.

When 'herself' stretched out her hand deeply, Wen Qingzhu raised her hand to stop her.

"You can't kill me."

The 'self' on the other side showed a cruel smile, let go of the hand of the candle, and the candle was hanging in the air.

Then she took out a necklace.

Wen Qingzhu's pupils constricted suddenly, and he stared at the injured necklace of the person opposite, it was the Blood Jade Lotus!

Suddenly, a sharp pain made her wake up suddenly.

Before I opened my eyes, I felt a blinding light in front of me.

After getting used to it a little, she slowly opened her eyes.

Only then did she find out that she lived in a house, and there were two people standing in front of her, the second and third nights.

"You gave the poison to the eighth child?" The tone of the second patrol changed slightly.

Wen Qingzhu wanted to sit up, but he still didn't have much strength.

But she found herself able to speak.

"What do you say? I've never faced each other head-to-head. ”

"Huh." The second patrol sneered, and then, "As long as you get rid of the poison on Lao Ba's body, you can live here, and at the same time, you can move freely here." "Writing Zhai

Wen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, this was not what she wanted.

She looked sideways, "I want to see your Lord Priest." ”

"You're dreaming!" The second patrol night was angry and mocking, and he also began to get angry.

Wen Qingzhu simply closed his eyes and ignored them again.

After a while, she heard some people leave, and some stayed.

However, she still did not open her eyes, but waited patiently, she was sure that the eighth patrol was very important.

Especially for now.

About half an hour later, the Second Patrol returned.

He walked over to Wen Qingzhu and roughly stuffed a pill into her mouth.

Wen Qingzhu didn't even have time to distinguish the ingredients in this pill, so he was pinched by the second night and forcibly swallowed the pill.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the stinging pain in Wen Qingzhu's body receded like a tide.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her state, turned around and got out of bed, and looked at the two night watchmen in front of her: "Trouble the two to 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, and so on.

In front of Wen Qingzhu, a pointed roof slowly appeared.

When you walk up step by step, the building in front of you reveals its complete appearance.

This is a different architectural style from the completion of Daqi, with six towering stone pillars supporting the entire building.

The roof is high in the middle and low on both sides, and the front looks like a triangle.

There are no floors, only a curved entrance with no doors at the front.

When they walked to it, Wen Qingzhu found that in front of the towering building in the distance, there was a large square.

On the empty square, all of them are paved with large stones, and in the center, there is an incense burner that looks like a Gu altar, and I see that there is incense inside, but there is green smoke slowly coming out inside.

Following behind the night watchman, Wen Qingzhu walked for nearly a quarter of an hour before reaching the door.

When I looked up, there was a statue of a god at least six feet high.

Wen Qingzhu had seen a miniature version of it in Maomao's house, and she knew that it was the statue of the witch god of the Wu clan.

"Go in, the priest is waiting for you inside."

The second patrol turned sideways and got out of the way, and had no intention of going in.

Wen Qingzhu said thank you and walked over slowly.

In front of the idol, there was a man in a black feather robe.

At first, Wen Qingzhu didn't feel that he was a living person, and when he knew that he was approaching, he realized that the person had moved.

"Madame, you are here."

With these words, the witch priest slowly turned his head.

Wen Qingzhu suddenly saw his empty eyes, where there should have been eyes, at this time, it was pitch black, as if something had been poached alive.

"Your eyes, my lord?" Although Wen Qingzhu felt that this matter was very rude, she was something she had to ask.

This person who had no eyes gave her a great deal of pressure.

The witch priest didn't react, just looked at her quietly, as if he had a pair of eyes.

"Madame, with her luck and bad luck, is really amazing."

This sentence made Wen Qingzhu's heart tighten, is this witch priest a god stick or a liar?

Wen Qingzhu felt very uncomfortable, and the person in front of her gave her a feeling of turning around and trying to escape.

However, reliving a lifetime, Wen Qingzhu is not afraid of anything, nor is he afraid of anything.

"Lord Priest doesn't have to say these illusory things, I don't believe it, and naturally I won't be afraid, I can save the Eight Patrols, but there is one condition."

"Madame, please." The witch priest still spoke in a flat tone.

Wen Qingzhu looked up at the statue of the witch god in front of him: "I know that you and the Dragon Dynasty are now like fire and water, but the goal is the same, it's just that your Wu clan submitted to my Great Qi a hundred years ago, then it will always be the people of my Great Qi, and the priest can know the final fate of the remnants of the Yue Kingdom?" ”

The witch priest didn't reply, his expression looked like he was deep in thought.

After half a cup of tea, he looked at Wen Qingzhu's eyes: "Madam, the Wu clan will not become a slave of Daqi. ”

"Haha! Hahaha! Wen Qingzhu suddenly laughed, looked at the Wu priest in front of him, and asked coldly, "Do you mean that you don't become slaves of Daqi, do you turn the people of Daqi into your slaves?" ”

"The witch god will bless us." The priest still did not answer her question directly.

Wen Qingzhu felt that she might be more likely to go to the Dragon Dynasty.

She had seen the strength of Daqi, and perhaps she could better understand her own thoughts.

However, what the Dragon Dynasty has done has violated the law of the Great Qi King, and she is not a preferred choice.

That's why she found the Wu Clan.

"Priest, do you really think you're going to win this war?"

"The Witch God—"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Qingzhu pointed to the statue of the witch god behind him and interrupted him: "The witch god will bless your people, but it will definitely not bless you, because it was you who sent your people to death!" ”

The priestess closed his mouth and looked at her quietly for a long time.

Only then did he ask, "Madame believes in the existence of witch gods?" ”

Wen Qingzhu raised his head, looked at the towering statue of the witch god, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "Maybe there are gods in this world, but I believe in myself more." ”

The witch priest has no eyes, but he can outline a person based on his breath.

The world he could 'see' was gray and white.

Inside this temple, the priest saw that it was the light of the witch god, which shrouded the entire Cangyun Mountain Range.

Wen Qingzhu came over before, and he saw the blood and golden light hidden on her body.

It's not the first time he's seen such a person.

He had seen it before the dragon was born.

Later, the dragon dynasty gradually grew, and later fought against the priest temple, and he saw with his own eyes that the dragon dynasty had more and more bad luck, and the golden light became less and less.