Chapter 50 Why Should He Be Used as a Sacrifice?

His brows furrowed, and a clear look of disgust appeared on his beautiful face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled three yellow talismans from his sleeve and threw them to the ground without even looking at them.

The talisman ignited with a ghostly blue flame the moment it touched the ground, spreading outwards like ripples on a lake. Wherever the flame passed, insects emitted a faint crackling sound, and a smell reminiscent of roasted meat wafted out.

The enticing aroma lasted only a few seconds before violently clashing with the putrid smell emanating from the insect swarm.

In an instant, the whole smell turned sweet, cloying, and foul, an indescribable feeling of nausea that sent shivers down one's spine.

Xie Xun suddenly turned his head and gagged, his fists clenched. At that moment, tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, and he dared not breathe too hard, feeling utterly nauseous.

Fu Qinghuai immediately waved his hand to disperse the surrounding turbid air, then pulled the person into his arms to protect them. His palm covered the back of the person's neck, and his voice was deep and tense, "Hold your breath."

Deep in the bamboo forest, behind a dense clump of phoenix tail bamboo.

Li Nong covered his mouth tightly to keep from crying out. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost bursting out of his chest.

Originally, he only wanted to release these lowest-level probing Gu to test Fu Qinghuai's strength and see what methods this man who made him feel so afraid had.

But he never expected that the beautiful and aloof Xie Xun didn't even need that terrifying man's protection!

He was calm and powerful, and with a wave of his hand, he wiped out all the Gu worms he had carefully cultivated.

He couldn't help but look down at the small Miao silver box at his waist that was constantly vibrating. The Golden Silkworm Gu King inside, which was connected to him by blood and blood, was not angry because its offspring Gu had been destroyed; instead, it emitted an extremely eager excitement.

The boy gently stroked the restless box, his breathing rapid, and an unnatural blush rose on his fair cheeks.

His gaze was lingering and infatuated as he stared at Xie Xun's straight and tall back, which remained upright even after he had retched, his eyes surging with an almost insane possessiveness.

Such a powerful and beautiful person...

Li Nong licked his dry lips, a thought gripping his heart like a wildly growing vine.

It should be treasured by him forever, just like the Golden Silkworm Gu King he raised, belonging only to him.

After the insect swarm dispersed, Fu Qinghuai also cleaned up the foul stench, leaving only a thin layer of charred ash on the ground.

After recovering from the nausea, Xie Xun's gaze was immediately drawn to an unnatural reflection in the ashes. He casually broke off a small bamboo stick and parted the ashes, revealing an old silver bell embedded in the soil.

He rummaged around and found that the silver bell had twisted runes engraved on it, exactly the same as those on Lu Haowen's necklace.

"A sub-bell for positioning."

Fu Qinghuai kicked the silver bell with his toe, his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly. "It seems someone is keeping a close eye on the movement of the array's core. It must have taken a lot of effort to set up such a large scheme."

He was happy to see Xie Xun in trouble, and wanted to wait for Xie Xun to come and ask him what had happened.

Unexpectedly, Xie Xun frowned and stared at the silver bell, seemingly lost in thought.

What is the connection between the Liu family's close relatives' sacrificial resurrection ritual, the black smiling Buddha, Southeast Asian sorcery, the borrowed black Buddha necklace, and now this silver bell?

In an instant, Xie Xun understood.

Borrowing luck is just a pretext; someone is using Southeast Asian sorcery as a binding agent to integrate the Liu family's resurrection technique with the Gu formation of Miao territory.

The black smiling Buddha is the core of the formation, constantly drawing away Wen Xubai's destiny and fortune through Lu Haowen.

At first, Lu Haowen was able to enjoy the benefits of borrowing luck, but he was unaware that he had been turned against by the Smiling Buddha. In the later stages, Lu Haowen would become the final sacrifice.

The mastermind behind this is playing a very big game.

Who is it?!

Suddenly, a chill ran through me.

Is my presence here really just a coincidence?

Wen Xubai was a sacrifice, Lu Haowen was a sacrifice, but what about himself?

What role does he play in this game?

Could he also be one of the sacrifices marked at the heart of this massive array?!

The thought sent chills down his spine, and he wished he could leave immediately.

But after taking only a half step, he was frozen in place.

Escape? If this is truly a trap set by him, where can one escape to, no matter where in the world?

The Xie family and he have already been plagued by bad luck, never finding peace in their lives. Now he's been dragged into so many incidents... Why?

Why should he be used as a sacrifice?

Who is the person behind that? They don't even deserve to be called one!

A surge of rage, fueled by a frenzied killing intent, suddenly erupted from the depths of his heart, instantly overpowering the chill.

Want to use him as a sacrifice? Heh, then let's see who gets skinned and ripped apart first.

Xie Xun clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, and a fierce fire ignited in his eyes. Since he couldn't avoid it, he would find the thing hiding there.

Destroy it!

No matter what's behind it, we'll kill gods and Buddhas if they stand in our way!

Xie Xun suddenly raised his hand, his fingers forming a sword shape, and drew a pure and yang rune in the air, which he then shot towards the silver bell. With a crisp cracking sound, the bell used as a locator turned into dust and scattered with the wind, along with the remaining resentment in the forest, which completely dissipated.

He looked up and saw that the sun was setting and it was almost dark.

Xie Xun's heart sank. This meant that the protective pouch he had given Wen Xubai was about to become useless, and he had to hurry back.

"They're gone."

He took the lead and hurried towards the stilted house; the guest should have arrived by then.

Fu Qinghuai followed behind him at a leisurely pace, but as they passed a dense clump of phoenix tail bamboo, his peach blossom eyes glanced over there without leaving a trace, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

The bamboo grove swayed slightly.

...

As evening fell, the car stopped at the entrance of the Miao village. As soon as the group got out of the car, they were stopped by several Miao women in their finest attire in front of the road leading to the main building.

The leading Miao girl wore a tall, cylindrical blue silk headscarf, wrapped with a silver phoenix crown, the silver plate at the top of which swayed gently with her movements. She wore a colorful embroidered cloud-shaped shawl with tassels hanging down her shoulders, an embroidered bib around her waist, several silver necklaces around her neck, and silver pouches of different sizes fastened to her clothes.

The embroidered red and green floral patterns on the collar and cuffs are particularly beautiful.

She held a black pottery bowl, a specialty of western Hunan, in both hands. The bowl contained homemade rice wine.

"When distinguished guests arrive at the Miao village, the mountains and rivers rejoice!"

A Miao girl sang a welcoming song in her unique accent, her voice high-pitched, clear, and resonant. Behind her, two other girls unfolded Miao peach blossom handkerchiefs, which swayed gently on either side, like butterflies fluttering in the air.

The live stream chat was instantly captivated by the beautiful and exquisite attire and the way the guests were greeted.

The Miao costumes are so beautiful! Do the different Miao ethnic groups have different styles of clothing?

The silver phoenix crown is so exquisite!

The singing style is so unique and beautiful, it sounds like a folk song and a traditional opera!

Seeing this, Wen Xubai, who had already done his homework, immediately whispered a reminder in Qin Yuzhou's ear, "This is a grand welcoming drink from the Miao people of western Hunan, to welcome guests from afar. Take the bowl with both hands, take a sip, and then say 'la wei' (a traditional Cantonese expression). This is just rice wine with a low alcohol content, don't worry."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuzhou's brows relaxed, and he put on his signature roguish smile. He respectfully accepted the black pottery bowl with both hands, took a sip as instructed, and then loudly replied, "High mountains and long roads are no obstacle, the friendship of the Miao people will always be in my heart!"

His response earned him good-natured laughter from those around him.

However, the closeness between Wen Xubai and Qin Yuzhou made Lu Haowen's expression grow increasingly grim, his eyes fixed on the two of them.

Fortunately, all the cameras were focused on Qin Yuzhou, and no one noticed him.

When Xie Xun and his group returned, they happened to run into Qin Yuzhou and his group singing and drinking, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

However, Xie Xun's gaze instantly locked onto Lu Haowen on the periphery of the crowd.

A palpable black aura of resentment surged around him, and thick malice was coiling towards Wen Xubai, who was standing very close to Qin Yuzhou.