Song Ciwan stood outside the north gate of Mingyuefang, listening to the high-pitched singing voice coming from nowhere, and saw countless invisible energy twisting and rising from people's heads.
Those qi, showing "colorful white", formed a strong contrast with the dark sky.
Suddenly, among the crowded crowd in front of him, he saw a fat, wealthy businessman wearing a military turban, standing up on his tiptoes with his fat, round feet.
He stood on tiptoes, his steps swayed, his arms raised high and waving, and he danced clumsily as if he was drunk but not drunk.
He opened his mouth, caught the high-pitched female voice singing before, and sang to her: "Wrap it, wrap it, wrap your little feet, when you are thirty, wrap your little feet, wrap them in a sharp point, wrap them in a clever and clever way..."
His voice was also very high-pitched, both rough and high-pitched. A line of singing rose up from the sky, with the potential to soar straight into the sky.
That's fine. What's strange is that there is a hint of coquettishness in his high-pitched and rough singing voice.
The flattering look seems to be there, but it is impossible to ignore. Combined with the appearance of this rich businessman and obesity, everyone who hears it immediately feels chills.
And some people closest to the wealthy businessman screamed in horror: "His, his feet!"
Song Ciwan stood outside the north gate of Mingyuefang. His spiritual sense stretched like a thread, instantly penetrated the crowd and saw the feet of the wealthy businessman.
I saw two circles of white ribbons on his fat feet.
The ribbon wrapped around his shoes like a living thing. For a moment, his shoes seemed to have been horribly corroded, falling off into pieces of decaying ashes.
His socks were similarly corroded, falling off to dust in a moment, followed by his feet.
His script came out white and fat. When the ribbon was wrapped around it, the fat was cut into raised circles. When the ribbon suddenly tightened, there was only a sound - click, click, click!
"Ah!" The wealthy businessman screamed while singing charmingly.
The sounds of broken bones continued to sound, and those fat white feet were wrapped in ribbons and turned into two small pointed tips like rice dumplings!
The blood seeped into the ribbon, dyeing the white ribbon into a flower-like red.
Transparent blood flowed out drop by drop along the ribbon. The wealthy businessman kept screaming, singing, and dancing on tiptoes.
"Ahhh!"
"Run quickly, he is restrained by the witch!"
"The witch is overtaken, help! Woohoo, I don't want to die, I don't want my feet bound, let me out! Let me out!"
People screamed and fled, rushing towards the gate like a swarm, and the pressure on the gate next to them suddenly increased.
The rich businessman's song was still endless. He sang line by line: "My feet are bound, my feet are bound, my feet are bound, it's hard to live, every step hurts for the rest of my life, walking is like the tip of a knife, look at me, my step is swaying, my step is like a lotus, don't you know?" , My toes are dripping blood, and my heart is weeping..."
The singing and screaming were mixed, becoming increasingly high-pitched and shrill, ringing like a cloud.
He waved his arms, jumped and spun, and jumped three feet away in an instant, reaching out to grab a man dressed as a scholar.
The scholar trembled and just shouted: "Ah! Let go -"
Before his voice fell, the wealthy businessman with bound feet came close to him with a big, plump face, and asked with a pinched voice: "Mr. Lang, do you think my little feet are so handsome?"
The scholar was so frightened that he was speechless and did not dare to answer.
The wealthy businessman suddenly changed his face: "You don't answer? What, you think my little feet are not handsome? Do you know how much pain it takes to have these little feet bound? You actually think they are not handsome, so just wrap them too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the scholar scream: "Ah! Ah! My feet, my feet!"
His feet also suffered the same fate as the previous wealthy businessman.
White ribbons appeared out of thin air and wrapped around his feet like a living thing. In an instant, his foot bones were severed and turned into a pair of small sharp points!
People ran away in more and more panic, only to find in despair that foot binding was "contagious"!
As long as someone whose feet have been bound is touched, even if it's just to the edge of his clothes, that person will inevitably have his feet bound with a ribbon.
Of course, there are not only ordinary mortals in the crowd, there are also many people who have practiced martial arts, and there are even innate masters, immortal cultivators, or talented scholars among them.
However, no matter what kind of practitioners, no matter men, women, old or young, as long as they are "infected", they will inevitably end up with a pair of pointed feet!
Outside the square gate, the soldiers of the patrol department, who were holding long guns and lined up in formation, saw this scene, and each of them couldn't help but feel chills running down their spines and sweating coldly.
They have not been "infected" yet. This does not mean how advanced their cultivation is, but just because they have formed a formation and are temporarily protected by the military formation. There are also several second-level innate masters who act as the formation's eyes, covering the entire section. The walls and gates of the square are tightly guarded.
However, no one knows how long this kind of guard can last.
The second level Xiantian is also a rare master in the city patrol department. In terms of official rank, some people are even higher than Tian Junhong.
But these second-level innate masters were also very nervous and did not dare to relax at all.
"General Guo, we can only hold on for another two-quarters of an hour at most. How long will it take for the people inside to find the witch's true form?"
At the core of the military formation, several innate masters were discussing in low voices.
During the discussion, their eyes were fixed on the edge of the square gate. Seeing the chaos in the crowd getting more and more serious, someone said: "We can't continue like this, General Guo, should we..."
As he spoke, the man raised his sword and made a chopping gesture, and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "What's the point of killing a few of them?"
General Guo stood in the center of the formation. She held a spear in her hand. The spear was deeply embedded in the ground. The red tassel fluttered under the tip of the spear. The tip of the spear flashed with cold light. Invisible waves spread out from her body.
She opened her mouth, and her sweet voice revealed a bit of stubborn coldness: "You can't kill. The more you kill the witch, the stronger her power will be, and the harder it will be to find her true body. Now these people have always been around the Fengyue Field, they Since they like to reward little feet, what’s the harm in asking them to reward them on their own now?”
As soon as these words came out, the other innate warriors could no longer refute.
They talked for a while, revealing a lot of information.
Song Ciwan, who stood aside and silently observed all this, finally roughly figured out what the chaos in Mingyuefang was about.
To put it simply, this turmoil was originally caused by Chun Shui Ji.
But now, Shunshui Ji has disappeared, but her strange abilities have begun to snowball!
Every time one person dies in Mingyuefang, the witch's ability will be enhanced by one point. In the past few hours, countless people have died in Mingyuefang.
Hundreds, thousands, even thousands!
How strong is Shunsuihime who transformed into a witch now?
No one knows this.
