Chapter 257: White Orchid Rain Festival (Forty)

The entire altar began to shake violently, and the wooden sculpture of the Dragon God finally changed from its previous quiet appearance, and began to hit the altar continuously, each hit louder than the last, as if the Dragon God trapped inside was eager to rush out.

But whether it was because the wooden statue was too restrictive or for some other reason, the Dragon God did not break free of the shackles like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon as he wished.

But those eyes, filled with some kind of emotion, looked intently in the direction of the saint.

Jiusheng's condition was not really good. Her face was pale and she looked like she could fall down at any time, but she still sat on the altar with gritted teeth, muttering some ancient words, as if she was unwilling to give up this confrontation.

Because the saint suddenly vomited blood, the people under the altar became even more agitated. Those who had been pretending to be pious suddenly became restless.

But I don’t know if it’s because the Saint and the Dragon God were too majestic in the past, or they can’t completely confirm that there is really a problem with the rainfall this time, so for the time being there is no first person willing to step forward.

However, Jiusheng on the altar seemed to be unable to feel the feelings of the people below the altar, or maybe she didn't care about it at all.

"I'm fine." She seemed to have a telepathic connection with the Dragon God and knew what he was worried about. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and straightened her upper body. "Don't be affected. Don't be. As long as you are determined, she will be helpless. Do you understand?"

Because of Jiusheng's words, Longxing Woodcarving stopped moving dejectedly, and stopped struggling as if it had given up, but it let out a painful wail that echoed through the heavens and earth.

"Don't be miserable because of me. We already expected this to happen, right?"

Jiusheng's body was getting weaker and weaker, but she couldn't care less and could only try her best to comfort the Dragon God. She could feel that the Dragon God's mind was becoming increasingly unsteady because of her injury.

Things have come to this point, and nothing can be changed. At the very least, we should stop at a place where the situation is not too bad at the moment, so as to avoid the worst-case scenario. Even though I have taken out insurance on the flower before, there is no 100% guarantee that this insurance will work, so it is better to end everything here.

Although this makes me feel most sorry for the person who is worried about me, there is no other way.

The Dragon God could not escape the shell of the wooden statue, nor could he express his feelings in words. He could only cry out in grief, begging Jiusheng to leave.

The Dragon God's voice was full of sorrow, wandering between heaven and earth. Nan Huan obviously should not understand the hidden meaning in it, but for some reason, when she reacted, her eyes were already filled with tears.

"Don't be afraid," Jiusheng took a few steps forward with great effort and touched the Dragon God's forehead. She gently stroked it with her hand, "You know we will meet again, right?"

Her body had begun to spasm, and she couldn't even straighten her waist, as if she was in great pain, but the hand on the Dragon God's forehead was still very gentle, trying to comfort him as much as possible.

The Dragon God's wails continued, gradually becoming louder in pitch, like a warning of some danger.

"Something has broken through the restrictions outside the city and is approaching here."

Bei Xi didn't notice that something was wrong with Nan Huan, because ever since Jiu Sheng was injured, she had sensed that there seemed to be a force outside Bai Lan City, constantly circling and eyeing them.

After Jiusheng was injured, it seemed that some kind of restriction was opened, causing the force to become stronger and stronger, and closer and closer.

As soon as Bei Xi finished speaking, Jiusheng on the altar, as if he could no longer bear it, spit out another mouthful of blood. Before he could say anything to the Dragon God, he fainted directly on the wooden statue.

At the same time, there was a constant stream of black gas at the city boundary of Bailan City in the distance, moving towards this side at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the people under the altar were not aware of the coming danger at all. Instead, the sudden fainting of the saint fueled some evil thoughts in their hearts.

"Did the Saint faint? What about our priest?"

"She's not really a liar, is she? I didn't believe it before. I thought that prayers were very effective. I didn't believe others who said it was just a coincidence. Now it seems that she is just a more sophisticated charlatan. She fainted before the rain even started."

"That's right, that's right, even the Dragon God didn't show up this time?"

"Hey? What kind of dragon god is that? Why is he called the Dragon God? You know what happened in the early years. He was originally a monster, but many people were deceived by him at that time, so there was a Dragon God Temple."

"What should we do now? We spent so much effort and money, but in the end, it didn't even rain. Who should we ask for payment?"

"But didn't they say that the Dragon God showed up when Jiu Sheng was almost burned to death? So many people saw it, how could it be fake?"

"Don't you understand this? If they are not gods, then they must be monsters. You know what happened a few years ago. We humans won at that time. Jiusheng was already weird when he was born. It's a pity that someone was soft-hearted and didn't do anything, so these two monsters grew up to this size."

"She's fainted now. Should we wait until she wakes up before questioning her?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can there be such a good opportunity? Why don't you get rid of them all? Do you still want to be deceived? Of course, you have to cut the grass and get rid of it completely?"

"But the previous rainfalls were effective, and we also witnessed the existence of the Dragon God with our own eyes. Now..."

Although Jiusheng had fainted, the aura of the Saint and the Dragon God was still there. Even if those believers had evil intentions, no one dared to step directly onto the altar for a while.

But Nan Huan could see that if Jiusheng didn't wake up, this situation would not last long.

And now, in addition to the believers and the Holy Dragon God on the altar, there is a third wave approaching here.

"Last time we were in the Dragon God Temple, after Jiusheng was stabbed by a flower, the red strings she was wearing on behalf of the wishes of the residents of Bailan City disappeared."

Nan Huan realized something belatedly, "Earlier, Jiusheng was tied to the altar and nearly burned to death. She didn't allow the Dragon God to take action. Especially after the Dragon God took action, do you remember what she said?"

Because of the inexplicable tears just now, Nan Huan spoke with a nasal tone. Bei Xi turned his head in surprise, only to see a pair of red eyes.

She glanced in the direction of the altar and seemed to understand the reason for Nan Huan's tears. She did not ask further questions, but took out a handkerchief from the control panel and wiped her tears carefully before answering, "Remember, she rebuked the Dragon God and asked him to take back the lightning. She was not happy at all about being rescued. I also remember that you felt that there was something wrong with the Dragon God in mid-air."

Nan Huan didn't expect that she could remember it so clearly. "After that, we went to the Dragon God Temple and saw the red line on the Saint's body."

"In fact, I have always had a question. In the story we heard, it was the Dragon God who descended and brought good weather to Bailan City. But why did the scene we saw seem like the Saint Girl had some special abilities?"

If any other player stood in front of the young lady at this moment, they would probably not understand what she said, nor would they understand what she meant by saying such irrelevant words. However, Bei Xi quickly understood what Nan Huan wanted to express.

"Because things may have gone wrong from the beginning, or the Saint had already made some kind of preparation, but the Dragon God lost control when he saw that the other party was in danger. When Jiusheng was tied to the altar for the first time, it should not have been the time for the Dragon God to descend, but she appeared and almost killed the residents of Bailan City with lightning."

When Bei Xi spoke, his voice was very low, as if it was something he had experienced personally, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face.

"For some reason, the Saint had to use herself to fulfill the Dragon God's wish, and then Yizhihua was confused and was sent to hurt the Saint. At that time, the Saint seemed to have known what would happen next, and warned Yizhihua not to make a wish, so she should have foreseen the current situation."

"She tried her best to stop the Dragon God and didn't want him to take action. This means that as long as the Dragon God can keep his mind calm..."

Nan Huan hadn't finished speaking when he seemed to sense something.

Bei Xi followed her gaze and saw that the black air had finally reached the top of the altar, circling in the air and stirring up the airflow, as if it was selecting something in the messy space. The last wisp of black air fell on the person closest to the altar.

"But in the end, it still happened. This means something happened that the Dragon God could not accept and lost her mind. Otherwise, how could she forget the instructions that her lover left behind at the cost of almost half his life?"

At the same time, the man who was controlled by the black air, his eyes covered with black, suddenly broke away from the quarreling residents, holding a dagger, and silently went up to the platform.

"Those who are not of my race must have different hearts."

He faced the people under the altar. His voice was not loud but very resounding. He held up the dagger and attracted everyone's attention. "Whether it is the Saint or the so-called Dragon God, they are not of our race. Our ancestors defeated them long ago, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

After the man shouted these slogans with great confidence, he turned around and without thinking, stabbed the saint's heart with his dagger, dug out her bloody heart, and put it into his own mouth without blinking.

The scene was too bloody and too shocking.

Whether it was the people under the altar, or Nan Huan and Bei Xi who were there, Bei Xi anticipated what might happen when the other party walked up to the altar with a dagger in hand. So even though she hugged Nan Huan in her arms and did not let the other party see the bloody side, she herself wished to tear that man into pieces after seeing this scene.

In particular, she saw the wooden statue of the Dragon God struggle violently, but was suppressed by the black air and therefore failed to stop the other party's actions.

“So what if they are gods or demons?” The man licked the blood on the dagger, stood up and smiled strangely, “I will eat their flesh and blood, and then replace them.”