Her eyebrows stood up, and the demonic energy immediately spread from her body.
"Because you are young and ignorant, next time, choose one of the endless purgatory or the eighteen levels of hell." She was like a noble queen who could kill anyone's fate with just one look.
Seeing that his granddaughter was so frightened that she almost cried, Fang Tong quickly pulled her behind him like a baby, blocking Wuyou's cannibalistic eyes.
"Mom, please calm down. I settled in Fengdu just to wait for someone to treat my granddaughter. Now I am running a small medical clinic in Xiadu and making a living." So what if he comes from the outer world? If you don't abide by the rules here and are kicked out, you will never be able to enter Fengdu again.
"Well, next one."
She lowered her eyes slightly and was too lazy to be serious with them. If it weren't for those children who died in vain, she wouldn't have the patience to sit here. You must know that she is the most impatient of the hunters.
In the Cui family ancestral hall, three new incense sticks burning for blessings are burning on the black gold wood desk, and the clouds are lingering. This is the rule of the Cui family. They worship every day and discuss family matters in the ancestral hall every day.
"Master, why don't you marry that girl Simei as soon as possible, so that our Cui family's security will be strengthened." The third elder said from the side with a deer-headed and rat-like look on his face.
"Although the prince has a noble status, he has just entered the first level of Lingjiang. Don't forget that his fourth brother, Lord Ting, is now a spirit. I heard that Your Majesty intends to depose the prince and change him to a heir apparent. Why don't we marry that prince as early as possible? Together, good things come true." He continued to throw a muffled bomb, making everyone present look at each other.
Hearing what he said was so mysterious, the second elder couldn't help but answer: "Lao San, where did you get this news? Is it unreliable?" If the monarch really changes his throne, the prince will be useless. Then he was sent to the palace a few days ago. The treasures that please people are wasted.
"Of course, how could the news in the palace be wrong?"
"But Master Miaoyin said that we, Simei, are the orders of the Phoenix Lord, so we can't be careless!" This matter went wrong step by step, and there was no room for change.
After hearing this, Cui Dong looked at the First Elder without saying a word, and found that he still had his eyes closed without speaking, and he immediately put aside the Third Elder's assumptions in his mind.
The crown prince has not been deposed, so it is more reasonable to wait conservatively. They were discussing the choice of a wife for the daughter of the Cui family.
The protagonist is trapped in the Gilded Forest. It is difficult to escape. The Kabu Kabu tribe has a death barrier. Unless they are at the Spirit Master level, they can never escape.
And the price of this kind of death barrier is extremely heavy, that is, self-destruction of the soul as a sacrifice.
"Sister, what should I do? It can't be opened at all, why do you have to do it!" Cui Siran complained hurriedly in the barrier.
When she came to her senses in horror, an ear-scratcher hit her directly in the face.
Not only that, this slap Cui Simei deliberately scratched her face with his nails. The burning pain caused her to touch it, and the warm scarlet color made her lose control and burst into tears.
"Sister, I am your sister! How could you hurt me, wuwu... I will tell my mother when I go back, wuwu..."
She opened her mouth to cry, and a pill was thrown directly into her mouth, forcing her chin up.
"Sister, what are you feeding me?" She panicked.
"Don't think that I don't know that you also like the crown prince, and I don't know what you are, and you are worthy of competing with me for the position of crown prince." Cui Simei pinched her chin and sneered viciously.
"Uh-huh..." She wanted to say, but she couldn't say anything. Cui Siran looked at the femme fatale in front of her in panic. The old sisterly love seemed to be a carefully designed performance.
"If your mother hadn't been so angry that my mother died tragically, I wouldn't have had to accept the thief as my mother!" She continued to tighten, and bright red blood continued to flow down her white wrist.
"I heard that your mother is a very popular courtesan, a prostitute who can be ridden by thousands of people. Ha! She is also worthy of being the mistress of my Cui family."
Cui Siran wanted to shake her head and deny it, but her whole body was weak and she couldn't escape the clamp at all.
"Perhaps you are the son of a wild man that your mother gave birth to. It seems that you need to have your father examine you carefully when you return."
She hated the hypocritical "Mother" the most, who often faced her in front of her father.
He loves her so much, and doesn't even bother to give her a smile as soon as she is out of sight. He even calls her beautiful: "A woman must know how to be self-sufficient."
Secretly, she wanted to move all the good things into the courtyard of her "good sister".
After giving the verbal lesson, she tossed her hand and glanced at the family disciples with stern eyes. At this moment, they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look or listen, for fear of being caught by her and displeased.
When they went to Fengdu, the sun set in the west, and everyone dispersed one by one, "Mother, you've been tired for a whole day, why don't you go back and rest for a while." Song Songhe saw that she seemed unable to lift her head, and was still holding it on with one hand.
"No, night is the highlight." She stood up, stretched, and glanced up at the approaching dark night.
According to the rules, if the monster swallows Song Xiaoer's spirit body, it will kill at least one more child. Isn't the last child in Fengdu a foreign alien?
Regardless of whether the Song family's child was cannibalized or not, there is no way he could not be found everywhere, unless... he slipped away.
"I'm hungry. Master Song is not going to drive me away now, is he?" She looked aggrieved, which made Song Songhe's mouth twitch.
All kinds of pastries and tea were supplied continuously throughout the day, but the Emperor and the Empress were still hungry. "How dare I lower my rank? It is a blessing for my Song family to entertain the Emperor and the Empress. I wonder what the Empress would like to eat?"
"Hehe... That's a good idea! I'll bring you a piece of sliced fish and a pot of peach blossom stuffing, no, two pots. Hmm... Also, you can take me to the young master's wing to have a look. Maybe there is some. What clue?"
"Yes." Song Songhe ordered his servants and walked in front to lead the way, "Your Majesty, follow me."
Wuyou yawned and followed behind. After sitting for a whole day, she felt as if all the bones in her body had been torn apart. Stepping on the ground felt like stepping into cotton, and her whole body felt uncomfortable.
Seeing her staggering around, the evil spirits got off the bronze chains one after another and hurriedly protected her, fearing that she would get hurt.
As soon as he approached the wing, he could clearly hear muffled whimpers coming from inside.
Song Songhe hurriedly apologized: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I miss you dearly..." The words were choked with sobs.
"Not guilty, let's go!"
As soon as she entered the wing, Mrs. Song was supported by the maid and she bowed before leaving.
The finely carved blood sandalwood almost occupied the entire wing. Wuyou took a few glances and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It is indeed a wealthy family, even the children's room is filled with the smell of books.
There were various freehand calligraphy and calligraphy hanging on the wall, but she couldn't appreciate them. The only thing she could understand was the unfinished bamboo painting on the desk.
"Go out and guard me. Don't let anyone or the ghost come near you."
The ghost's big chin led all the ghosts out of the wing, "Mother, I have something important for you to take care of." Song Songhe consciously asked in a lower tone.
Wuyou didn't answer him, but turned directly to a vase on the shelf and said lazily: "Don't come out yet, stop hiding, I can smell your scent." She once mistakenly thought that what she smelled yesterday was... Woody fragrance, I smelled the smell on Ming Jiuye's desk in the Palace of Eternal Life today and realized that it was the fragrance of ink.
Just when Song Songhe was wondering about his child, a shadow floated out of the celadon vase, "Daddy, I'm so scared!" Who else could it be if it wasn't Song Jiasi.
"Son, you were hiding here, why didn't you come back to your soul?" After a person dies, keep the three for peace and break the seven for reincarnation.
After death, a person can say goodbye to his living relatives one by one in the form of his soul within three days. After seven days, he must enter reincarnation, otherwise he will become a lonely ghost.
"I'm afraid."
Judging by the way his ghostly figure flickered in and out, you knew that this little guy was very frightened. "Okay, let me ask you, did you see what attacked you?"
"You can't see clearly, but it looks like a faceless monster. If the servant hadn't called out in time, I probably wouldn't have been able to run away." Although the kid was scared, fortunately he spoke clearly.
"Isn't there a very special mark? Think about it carefully." She sat down on the bed boldly, took off her brocade boots, turned around, leaned her feet against the wall, and extended her upper body outwards.
Seeing her weird appearance, the father and son looked at each other and shook their heads silently.
After a whole cup of tea, Song Jiasi came up with a clue that made Wuyou look delighted.
She stood up and turned her affected neck a few times, then kicked off her brocade boots, "Let's go, it's safer to hide in my bronze coffin." After saying that, she looked at Song Songhe who had a look of reluctance on her face, "That dirty thing didn't find him. I will definitely come back, it’s not safe here.”
"Yes, yes, your Majesty is very considerate." Song Songhe wiped his tears with gratitude and praised repeatedly.
She waved her wide sleeves lightly, and the bronze chain made a crisp sound, which made Song Songhe feel at ease.
"Song Songhe!"
"Your Majesty orders."
"Come on! Do you really want to starve me to death?" She frowned, frightening the Song family head and said in a hurry: "My queen, please! Your Majesty, please!"
As soon as she left the inner courtyard, she saw people kneeling on the ground in the outer courtyard, "Husband, why are you here?" When she saw Ming Jiuye, the hunting aura that filled her body suddenly became cute and playful.
"The husband calculated with his fingers that the lady wanted to enjoy the delicious food all to herself, so I ran over immediately!" He stretched out his arms, and his beloved wife threw herself into his arms. "Then the husband is in great luck. The Master of the Song family is treating us to dinner."
The lanterns were on, and the night view of Fengdu had just begun. Stepping on the soft sacrificial banknotes, Nighthawk's feet trembled uncontrollably, like an old man with unsteady legs.
"Dad, come on! There's something delicious." Yihuang pointed at the tea parfait unique to Zhongdu and ran over happily.
In order to match the age of the two, Nighthawk specially glued on a beard, tied a pillow to his belly, and wore a dark robe that symbolized longevity.
Seeing Nighthawk struggling to move, Yihuang ran over and asked caringly, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Looking at the few passers-by on the road, Yihuang murmured to himself: "Didn't you say there are evil ghosts? Where are they? Why haven't I encountered one?"
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he was right.
The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire to, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
For the reliability of intelligence, the scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and help me search you."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
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Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."
