At the same time, there was another residential area separated by a mountain from the watchtower group.
It is also a watchtower building, but the watchtower here is relatively short, and the lights are dim, with only a few dozen lights, which is very different from the sparks next door.
"Mommy Lu, it's not good, it's not good! Two strangers have come to the clan, and Forsythia is going to launch a hundred-kill formation!" A thin man sprinted on the snow, staggered several times, and almost rolled over. Climbing and rushing to the watchtower at the foot of the mountain, his face turned pale, "A Yin, that lackey, led his men to capture our Baima clan members to sacrifice! Aunt Lu, please save them!"
"Who has been arrested?" A woman's old voice came from the watchtower. The ajar bamboo door opened, and dim light poured out, shining on the man's pale face.
Immediately, a thin and thin figure walked out of the room. A sixty-year-old woman with silver hair stood there against the backlight. Although her face could not be seen clearly, she had an aura of calmness and authority all over her body.
The man raised his hand to wipe his tears and choked up, "Ruma and dozens of tribesmen were hunting in the snow forest. When they came back, they were ambushed by A Yin and his men, and they were all captured. That lackey didn't dare to go straight into the Baima tribe's residence, but he always thought You want to destroy our clan!"
Grandma Lu turned her head and looked at a place under the night, where the entire Qiang tribe's hundred-kill formation was located. At this moment, lighting torches had been lit in front of the formation, and crowds of people could be seen from a distance.
"Hmph!" Aunt Lu's eyes turned cold and she ordered, "Let the clan members be on guard against Forsythia's people coming to sneak attack again. I'll bring Lu Ma and the others back!"
The man was so excited that he nodded repeatedly, turned around and ran to each house to report the news, "I'm going to send a message to everyone right away!"
At this time, another charming voice came from the watchtower, "Grandma, will Bing'er go with you?"
Aunt Lu turned around, her eyes softened, "Bing'er is having a meal, grandma will be back soon, please stay at home and don't run around, those people outside are bad and will beat up people."
"Okay, Binger, be obedient!"
The old woman smiled and disappeared in front of the door in the blink of an eye.
After the old woman left, the slender girl in the room jumped over and closed the bamboo door, then sat back down by the stove. There was a small iron pot on the stove, and the vegetables in the pot were gurgling and steaming.
The girl sat on a small bamboo chair and bent down to take out some firewood from the stove and bury it in the ashes to extinguish it. She watched the bubbles in the pot become smaller and sparse. She raised a silly smile on her pretty face and said, "Don't gurgling too fast. If you cook it slowly, you can wait for grandma to come back and eat it together."
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Tianbao and Bai Yu came hand in hand and stopped in front of the bamboo stand with burning torches.
The bamboo platform is more than ten feet high, and the bottom is sealed. Although you can't see what is hidden inside, you can vaguely hear some movement, like the grunting of someone being tied up and covering their mouth.
There were more than a dozen people on the stage, both men and women, all holding torches in their hands and wearing black embroidered clothing unique to the Qiang people.
There is also a woman covered in white veil who is guarded in the middle. She has a graceful figure and cannot tell her age.
But the eyes exposed outside the veil, although beautiful, have a dim light. They are the color of the eyes that have been weathered, which shows that the woman is not young.
"Saint?" Tianbao looked at the other party and opened his lips.
A laugh escaped from under the woman's veil, as clear as a bell, "Young girl is very courageous, yes, I am Forsythia, the saint of the Qiang people."
Tian Bao raised the corners of his lips and said in a light voice, "You are also brave enough to plot against me."
"Hmph, you are young but sharp-tongued! You two cannot come here for no reason. You think you are asking for something from me. How dare you talk to me like this?"
"You are wrong. I am not here to ask for anything from you, but to order you to do something." Tianbao jumped onto the bamboo platform and approached the woman, "Do you think I can do it?"
She was obviously just a teenage girl, with a beautiful appearance and a weak voice. She seemed completely inoffensive at first glance, but when she walked over, the invisible pressure felt like reality, overwhelming her, making people feel like they could only breathe. Not smooth.
The small smile lines at the corners of the saint's eyes disappeared as the girl approached.
After the Qiang people holding the torch came to their senses, they immediately took a few steps forward to protect the holy girl behind them, and were ready.
"Everyone, stand back." Forsythia said, looking at the girl who had already come forward, she smiled again, "Although I don't know whether you have been infected by the poison, it is certain that you have been infected by the poison, otherwise you would not have to travel across mountains and rivers to come here. We, the Qiang people, are looking for bad luck."
She spoke in an unhurried voice, and glanced at the handsome young man below who had no discernible expression. She calmly saw the other person's concern for the girl in her eyes, "Everyone in the Qiang tribe is good at controlling poisons. If it is an ordinary poisonous insect, any one in the tribe can do it." One person can cure it, but the poison of the blood-threaded worm must be cured by me. Little girl, if you kill me, you will be buried with me. I don’t care, it’s just that you think you are worth it. Do you think so?"
She was betting that Su Jiuni was indeed poisoned by the blood-threaded worm, and that someone took Su Jiuni's life very seriously.
Without anyone to stop him, Tianbao easily strangled the woman's neck with his long fingertips, "I know better than you whether I was poisoned or not. If you die, I won't be buried with you. Do you believe it or not?"
The neck was strangled and breathing suddenly became difficult. The fair skin above the woman's neck immediately turned red, and veins burst out in her neck.
She was forced to raise her head and squeeze out a sound from her throat, "Then you kill me now. The poison of the blood-threaded worm will accumulate in your body. When it reaches enough weight, you will become a madman! Become a murderer who will not be recognized by your relatives. Crazy! In the end, the blood flowed back and he exploded to death! Hahahaha!"
Out of the corner of his eye, a young white figure floated onto the stage and clamped the girl's wrist. His dark eyes were cold and he said word by word, "Detox!"
Forsythia's tense body relaxed, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "I guess it's not impossible for me to undo the poison. In front of you is our Qiang tribe's formation. If you can successfully break through the formation, I won't have anything to say about it."
Bai Yu turned around and headed in the direction pointed by the woman, "I'll go break in!"
"I want Su Jiuni to go in person."
Before the woman finished speaking, the young man flashed the white blade in his hand, turned around and stabbed her on the side of the neck. He was even more cold and cruel than the girl!
"If you dare to plot against her again, I will cut off your flesh piece by piece and feed it to the insects!" The young man stabbed her neck again with the sharp knife in his hand. The blood that overflowed from the wound instantly blurred the bright patterns on the woman's coat and skirt. He asked calmly. , "I broke into the formation, do you understand it or not?"
The Qiang people on standby all exclaimed, "Saint!"
"Stop! Don't hurt our saint!"
Under Forsythia's veil, her proud smile froze, and her pupils were wide open in disbelief, but the warm liquid leaking from her neck told her that she had made a miscalculated move!
"You dare to hurt me——" Another wound on her neck knocked back her last words.
"Ask me one last time, do you understand or don't understand?" The young man's voice was softer, and the fingers holding the short blade tightened one by one in front of her eyes.
It seemed to tell her that this was the last chance. If the answer did not satisfy him, his next stab would not be just an insignificant wound.
Forsythia clenched her hands tightly at her sides, pierced the tips of her fingers into her palms, and squeezed out one word between her teeth, "...solution!"
