Closing his eyes, Xiao Xu let out a light breath, and the grass branch in his hand swayed gently in the wind.

A steady stream of spiritual energy came from all directions and poured into her body, and the soft white light that had long disappeared reappeared.

"jingle"

The small bells under the ankles rang softly, adding another timbre to the silent night, like a beautiful melody, lingering in everyone's ears.

Xiao opened her mouth and hummed a few tunes with pleasure. Then, the ancient ballad slowly flowed out of her mouth. At this moment, she opened her eyes, and her amber eyes were filled with layers of shimmering light in the soft white moonlight.

Sacred and inviolable.

In this realm, she is a deity beloved by God and respected by all.

The monotonous ballad was instantly given accompaniment.

This is so unbelievable.

The villagers knelt more and more sincerely, with only faith, respect and love in their hearts. All other distracting thoughts disappeared in this sacrifice.

Xiao Xu waved the grass branch in his hand, slowly raised his head, looked at the sky sincerely, put his hands together, raised the grass branch high, and let the branches slide down to his elbows, revealing two slender white arms. The skin was like fine jade, emitting a lustrous light.

The chanting voice is long and lively, clean and without any emotion.

As her song and ritual were halfway through, a soft white light slowly spread out and flowed towards the group of injured people lying on the grass.

The wounded man, who was hanging on to his breath, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. With a look of shock on his face, he did not forget to raise his hands to touch his fatal wound.

Although it still hurts a bit, the big cut has completely healed. What a magical power!

The villagers looked up at Xiao Xu who was floating in the air. He slowly turned his body, from sitting to kneeling on his knees, and lowered his head to her.

Following this villager's action, the other villagers followed suit, kneeling on the ground in unison, lying down without saying a word.

Liu Qianfo's eyes became more and more serious. He glanced around, retreated to Jiang Shichuan's side, and sat down cross-legged.

He folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes.

Just now, that pure breath like a clear stream floated into his body.

It feels different from internal force.

It was so comfortable that he couldn't help but want to experience it more, but... unfortunately, after his fatigue and injuries were healed, the breath no longer surrounded him.

"Hmm."

Jiang Shichuan's pale face turned red, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed. His eyelids trembled slightly a few times, and then he opened his eyes.

His vision was blurry and he couldn't see clearly. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of a hazy red. He didn't know if it was a brain cramp or water in his brain, but he moved his not very flexible hands and grabbed the other person's breasts.

Liu Qianfo was startled by his actions, opened his charming eyes, and looked down at the person who had woken up.

Being looked at like that, Jiang Shichuan's memory flashed back. He dropped the man's hand, opened his mouth, and stammered, "Master Liu, you... I, how come I'm not dead?"

Jiang Shichuan clearly remembered that he was bitten so hard that there was a big wound on his waist, and his thighs and hands were not spared. The severity of the bite was such that even if a miracle doctor came to the world, he could only save him at most. As for how long he could live, it was still a question.

But now...

He carefully touched the injured area and even lifted up his clothes to take a look at the big bloody hole on his waist.

He was stunned for a long time, and Mu Na said, "Are we dead?"