[Qin Chuan died, and the monks joined the game.]

Meng Jiaqi sent the spirit pigeon that delivered the message to the sky, stood there and silently mourned for his good colleague Qin Chuan for a while, and returned to Ning Ning and He Zhizhou with a sad face.

The two of them had traveled a long way, and after entering Jialan City, they had to face all kinds of murderous intentions lurking in the dark. Therefore, the most urgent thing was not to rush forward like a fool, but to eat something to fill their stomachs first.

Meng Jiaqi left for a while on the pretext of "wanting to be alone", and when he came back, he could already smell the scent of roasted sweet potatoes and barbecue.

The sweet potatoes were sweet and fragrant, and the unknown pieces of meat that Ningning had skewered on wooden sticks exuded a natural meaty aroma. At this time, there was a faint smell of fireworks, which made her, who was exhausted, feel a little moved and she swallowed quietly.

"Do monks have to eat, too?"

Meng Jiaqi acted like an innocent girl, stepped forward and asked, "I heard that all disciples of immortal sects need to fast and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and usually do not touch worldly food."

"Fasting? I occasionally did that when I was in Xuanxu Sect."

He Zhizhou was peeling sweet potatoes, and he took a breath because of the heat. He looked up at her very quickly and said, "But that's because the food in the cafeteria is expensive and unpalatable! Now that we have finally come down the mountain, who can resist the temptation of delicious food? Forget the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the enjoyment on the tongue is the most comfortable."

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth... forget it?

This person is really abnormal.

Monks often use any means to achieve enlightenment and become immortals, competing for opportunities and secret treasures, not eating oil, salt, or grains, and even castrating themselves. However, he bluntly threw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth aside, which was out of place and extremely weird.

"Miss Meng, this piece of meat is for you."

Ning Ning handed her the wooden skewer in her hand: "We left in a hurry and didn't bring much supplies. There is not much meat, please forgive me."

Meng Jiaqi was very into the role, and smiled flatteredly: "Thank you! It is a great favor for you two to save me from the murderer."

She took the skewer and took a bite gently like a real lady.

Ning Ning was right, their meat reserves were indeed very small. This skewer of meat was light, thin and small, but after being roasted, the rich aroma of fat in the body was stimulated to the maximum extent, and the taste was surprisingly not bad.

Meng Jiaqi chewed for a long time, and heard Ningning say again: "Miss Meng, how does it taste?"

She told the truth: "It's good. What kind of meat is this? It tastes quite amazing."

The moment this sentence fell, Ningning looked at her and narrowed her eyes.

Almost instinctively, Meng Jiaqi felt a chill on her spine.

She had a bad premonition.

Before she could prepare herself enough, she heard the seemingly well-behaved and pretty little girl laugh softly.

Then a few words came out of her throat lightly, like the whisper of a devil: "It's bird meat. Judging from the appearance of the bird when it was alive, it should be a pigeon, right?"

Bird meat.

Pigeon.

Meng Jiaqi had a heart attack.

- Isn't this the spiritual pigeon she released! ! !

Ling pigeon, you died so deliciously, oh no, so cruel!!!

He Zhizhou was obsessed with roasting sweet potatoes, and nodded: "The bird was snow-white and flew over my head in a flash. It's edible, who cares what it is - Miss Meng also thinks it tastes good."

Meng Jiaqi took a look at the piece of meat that she had eaten most of, and all the smiles froze on her face.

She felt that she would never get better.

However, Ning Ning didn't seem to notice that her expression was not right, and she added sincerely: "We also found a note on its leg, which was full of dense characters. It should be the monsters in this city communicating with each other. It's a pity that those characters are not universal characters, and we can't understand their meaning."

Meng Jiaqi breathed a sigh of relief.

The monsters in Jialan City have their own writing system, which ordinary humans can never understand. If the two of them understood the meaning of the letter, she would be in trouble.

"When we went down the mountain this time, we thought that some daring demon had absorbed the essence of the people and then escaped here to hide. But according to my observation, the words on the letter paper are exactly the same as those on the stone tablet in Galan City. It should have been written by the survivors in the city. In addition, there are pigeons delivering letters--"

Ningning thought for a moment and said slowly: "That means there are more than one demon in the city, and it is very likely that they are closely related to this ancient city that has been lost for a hundred years."

That's right.

Meng Jiaqi thought she was a fool, and she couldn't help but shudder when she heard it, and quietly grasped the edge of her skirt. While concentrating and holding her breath, she heard Ningning's voice again: "Miss Meng grew up in a nearby city. Have you ever heard the legend about Galan City?"

"...I heard my father mentioned the legend of Galan City."

She was walking on thin ice and could only grit her teeth and play the trick to the end: "It is rumored that this city was once glorious and was the paradise of the monsters. But for some reason, a flood came from the sky and submerged the entire city." He Zhizhou asked curiously: "A flood came from the sky? Why?"

A fleeting hatred flashed in the woman's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a flattering smile: "How could Jiaqi know what happened more than 300 years ago? This question is really impossible to answer."

"I've also heard that the young city lord back then was extremely handsome and talented, and was one of the most talented demon cultivators."

Ning Ning said this with a hint of gossip in her voice, and added with some regret at the end: "It's a pity that such a wonderful person was buried at the bottom of the lake - but if you think about it carefully, if there is anyone who can create a barrier for Galan City to resist the flood, it should be only him, right?"

He Zhizhou looked up at the huge barrier above his head, and saw gurgling water and shimmering light like jade. Occasionally, a fish swam past the barrier, causing ripples that touched people's hearts.

The lake outside the barrier and the misty water inside the barrier were all reflecting the dim light. He was fascinated and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "To resist such a surging wave, it must consume a lot of spiritual power - can he hold on?"

"Who knows."

Ning Ning stood up from the ground and glanced at the Yuyu Qionglou towering in the west.

The original book only told her very roughly that the young city lord of Jialan tried his best to resist the flood. But what was the source of the flood and what was the final outcome of Jialan City?

It only wrote a general story. The male protagonist Pei Ji passed all the levels and killed the generals, and finally killed the elder who had a disloyalty in the center of the city. As for the young city lord who had been laying the groundwork for a long time, he never appeared from beginning to end.

It has no beginning or end, and it's weird.

Moreover... ever since the experience in the ancient forest, Ning Ning inevitably began to question the original work -

it seemed that there was always something that was invisible and intangible, hidden in a very obscure way, deliberately not letting her know.

It was also after that that Ning Ning began to think seriously for the first time, what was the real purpose of the system selecting her to play the role of the vicious female supporting role?

But she couldn't figure it out.

"The person who held you before told us to go all the way west."

Ning Ning picked up the Star Mark Sword and smiled, not thinking about anything else: "As long as we get to the end, we will definitely find something."

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We're almost there.

The darkness in Meng Jiaqi's eyes suddenly deepened, and the corners of her mouth quietly raised an imperceptible arc.

The elders sent her to act as an undercover agent, naturally intending to lead this group of monks to their death.

Since the residents in the city gradually woke up, in order to prevent the invasion of outsiders, many life-threatening formations were specially set up in Galan City. And what they were about to arrive at was one of the most dangerous ones. The

Ten Directions Killing Formation.

As the name suggests, it is to first use sleight of hand and illusion to trap the entrants in a space and prevent them from leaving. There are dangers everywhere in the formation. If you take a wrong step, you will encounter a disaster that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Meng Jia smiled after a long time.

She only needed to lead the two people beside her into the formation, point out a wrong way for them, and then disappear without anyone noticing when they went astray.

No one would notice when a woman walking at the end of the team disappeared. The

Ten Directions Killing Formation was already approaching.

"Strange, why is there fog here?"

He Zhizhou frowned and raised his head to sniff the air: "There is also a fragrance... Is this a drug or incense?"

Ningning held her breath and looked around.

The misty white fog gradually grew from all directions, like a ghost without a form, clinging to the walls and cracks in the ground. The shadows of the houses and trees were dark and gloomy, blending with the mist, giving her a rather eerie feeling.

An unknown fragrance lingered around her nose, but she dared not smell it any more, and focused on observing the changes around her.

"What is this?"

Meng Jiaqi trembled and cried out, hugging He Zhizhou's arm.

She didn't expect that guy to be so timid, thinking that he was haunted by a female ghost. He froze with his eyes wide open, and let out a scream that was even more terrifying than hers, then suddenly raised his arm and pushed her to the side.

Meng Jiaqi fell to the ground like a ping-pong ball.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

He Zhizhou's old face turned red, and he took a few steps forward to pull her right hand up, but he didn't expect to hear Meng Jiaqi's scream again: "Don't! It's dislocated, it's dislocated! Hiss——!"

He didn't dare to move at all.

Meng Jiaqi was so angry that she was shaking, and she wanted to cut these two bastards into pieces on the spot, but because of the plan, she had to smile reluctantly and swallow her anger: "No problem."

- No problem, big head ghost! It hurts her to death, okay!

The drama in her mind has changed from "Self-cultivation of an undercover" to "Guide to Baking Kebabs", and she even began to think seriously about how to marinate this scumbag to make it most flavorful.

Now they have entered the battle, and she knows which way will definitely lead to death. As long as she can coax these two people in with sweet words, everything will be done.

Meng Jiaqi suppressed her anger and was about to speak when she saw Ning Ning's eyes light up and she called softly, "Pei Ji!"

... Pei Ji? Who is Pei Ji?

She raised her head in a wolfish manner and met a pair of cold black eyes.

Compared with Ning Ning and the others, Pei Ji's situation was worse.

The long sword in his hand had long been unsheathed, and scarlet blood gathered along the edge into a small river, and then slowly dripped onto the ground. As for his face and the back of his hands, they were stained with blood, and the dark red marks that dried up into splashes, set off his pale and thin face, and showed a bit of sinister temperament.

Like a wind wrapped in the smell of blood, and also like a lone wolf who had just experienced a fight.

In short, he didn't look like a disciple of Qingfeng Jiuyue. He looked murderous.

When he saw Meng Jiaqi, the young man called "Pei Ji" looked gloomy, and the long sword in his hand made a buzzing sound.

Subconsciously, she felt a murderous intent.

"No, no, no! Don't get excited!"

Ning Ning understood that he noticed something was wrong with Meng Jiaqi, so she quickly used secret voice transmission to poke him, roughly summarizing the identity and purpose of this woman, and finally told him succinctly: "Now only she knows the exit of the formation. If we want to get out, we have to keep Meng Jiaqi here."

After she transmitted the voice, she coughed lightly and pulled Meng Jiaqi's sleeve: "Miss Meng, that's my junior brother Pei Ji; little junior brother, this Miss Meng Jiaqi lives in a nearby city and accidentally fell here. Let's help her if we can - what's the matter with the blood on your body?"

After saying that, she couldn't help but think, it's strange, how could she meet Pei Ji here, is this place described in the original book?

Moreover, Pei Ji's appearance at this moment is completely different from the original novel. Ning Ning remembered that he should have passed the level without any injuries, instead of being splashed with blood.

"This is the Ten-Direction Killing Array."

The hostility in Pei Ji's eyes dimmed a little, and he said in a light voice: "There are killing intentions everywhere, and almost every road is equipped with hidden weapons, puppets, illusions and ferocious beasts. If you want to leave, there is another way besides disbanding the array."

No way.

Meng Jiaqi's heart stagnated for a moment.

——No one would want to try the second way.

She looked at Pei Ji again with a complicated expression.

He was wearing black clothes, and it was hard to tell how much blood was stained on him, but the wounds on his cheeks and arms clearly showed that he must have gone through several hard battles.

At the same time, the young man's clear voice reached her ears, making her spine chill: "Just stop killing with killing, break the formation with killing, and kill all the murderous intentions in all directions, and you can successfully escape."

Just?

So many life-taking stages were passed by you with just these two words?

And he did exactly that.

Meng Jiaqi cursed in her heart.

Okay, she has seen a total of three people from the Xuanxu Sword Sect so far.

A fool, a liar, and now a complete lunatic.

What about stopping killing with killing, breaking the formation with killing.

——Even the magic cultivators wouldn't say that! Do you know the concept of the Ten Directions Killing Formation? Every step is a dead end, and there are deadly things everywhere.

However, this kid wants to tell those lurking murderous intentions, I'm sorry, you are all surrounded by me?

As expected of you sword cultivators, you are always telling her with your actions that life is full of surprises.

Meng Jiaqi was shocked when she heard this, while Ning Ning frowned and took a few steps closer to him, and stuffed a handkerchief into Pei Ji's hand: "Wipe the blood quickly. You want to beat ten people alone? How can you do that? What if something happens accidentally? There is no one to take care of you in such a big place, you--"

After a pause, she added with a stern face: "I'm not worried about you, but because if something happens to you, the master will definitely scold me."

Pei Ji turned his eyes away from her and wanted to reach out to take it, but he found that his fingertips were wet.

——He fought desperately to break out of the siege, and his palms were already covered with blood.

He has always been a straightforward person. Whether it is drawing a sword or exorcising demons, he can make decisions without hesitation. But somehow, at this moment, she felt a little hesitant. Her fingertips moved slightly and fell heavily on the thin black clothes.

Ning Ning saw that he did not move, so she looked down at Pei Ji's empty left hand subconsciously. As a result, she saw him wiping his fingers calmly, and she couldn't help laughing.

"This is originally given to you to wipe blood. Why are you so particular?"

She didn't expect this man to have so many little thoughts. She raised her arm with a handkerchief and wiped the blood on the side of his face.

The snow-white handkerchief was stained with a strong red. The boy's breathing stagnated and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Look, it's covered in blood now."

Seeing the blood on Pei Ji's face spread out by her smearing, like a cat with a painted face, Ning Ning grabbed his left hand with one hand and stuffed a handkerchief into his hand with the other hand: "Wipe it yourself."

Meng Jiaqi listened to them anxiously, and finally said in a low voice: "No, there's no need to go through the trouble of breaking the formation by killing."

This new kid is like a mad dog. If he is allowed to run around everywhere, he might accidentally bump into the correct exit.

Therefore, she decided to strike first and told them directly that they would surely die if they entered the formation: "I have learned Qimen Dunjia and Bagua Fengshui from my grandfather, and I can barely decipher some formations... I observed that this formation has only one exit."

She pointed to an inconspicuous alley in the street and said firmly: "It's here."

He Zhizhou was skeptical: "Are you sure?"

"If not, if we do as Mr. Pei said, and kill our way through five gates and six generals, can't we escape from the formation?"

Meng Jiaqi responded without hesitation: "The three of you are elite disciples of the sect. With you here, we shouldn't be stumped by the mechanisms and monsters in the formation, right?"

Well, the next step is to wait for Jun to enter the jar.

The upright disciples always think highly of themselves. Once they are slightly provoked, they will inevitably act according to her words in a fit of rage. Moreover, they currently have no other choice but to believe her lies.

When the time comes, she will follow the team at the end and leave quietly without saying a word, and this group of people will surely die.

"It seems that there is no other way."

Ning Ning looked around, and saw that the fog was getting thicker and thicker. She could hear the howling of the wind and the heavy groans of wild beasts. The longer they stayed here, the more dangerous the situation would be.

Meng Jiaqi suppressed her smile and nodded, and listened to her continue: "Then I'll trouble Miss Meng to walk in front and clear the way for us."

Meng Jiaqi:?

Meng Jiaqi:? ? ?

Wait, what is this girl saying?

If she is allowed to lead the way, how can she escape as planned? As disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, do you really want to let an ordinary little girl take risks and act as a human shield in the front?

This is too unreasonable!

Meng Jiaqi gritted her teeth and said softly, "But it's so dangerous to be the first one. I'm scared."

Ningning answered as a matter of course, "It's because we're worried about you that we have to follow Miss Meng to make sure you're safe enough."

"This, this isn't right."

Meng Jiaqi smiled bitterly, "The Ten Directions Killing Formation is extremely dangerous. If I were to lead the charge, what if I ran into some monster... what should I do?" As soon as

she finished speaking, she heard the clang of a long sword being sheathed beside her.

The boy in black seemed to be smiling, and the tear mole under his eyes was stained with layers of blood, as if he could make his eyes smother with a gloomy deathly aura, "Now that the girl is under our control, I'm afraid there's no reason to bargain."

Meng Jiaqi: ...

I almost forgot about this troublemaker.

Ning Ning is a smiling tiger, Black Lotus. It is hard to see what is hidden under her smiling face, but this person is completely different from her.

Pei Ji is wicked and flamboyant, cold and obvious, and fierce without any concealment.

There is mockery in his eyes, coupled with this cold remark, it is simply telling her: "I am not a good person."

- But you are not a demon cultivator or a demon, you are a disciple of a famous and upright sect!

Is this something that an upright sect can do?

Ning Ning glanced at him and sighed: "Junior brother, don't scare Miss Meng. She is a weak woman who is alone in such a dangerous situation. She must have been scared a long time ago. Let me comfort her. Miss Meng will definitely understand our good intentions."

Pei Ji was very sensible and looked at her coldly: "She is stubborn and it's useless to keep her."

Meng Jiaqi's mouth twitched.

Don't think she can't see that these two people are playing the good cop and the bad cop! You really deserve to be from the same school, and you are cooperating, right!

God can see that before receiving the undercover mission, Meng Jiaqi had imagined countless times his majestic exit and the angry looks of these monks after they found out that they were fooled.

But now three Jindan-stage monks shamelessly force an innocent girl to act as a human shield. Who is the villain? !

Ning Ning saw her face turn pale and blue, and immediately understood that Meng Jiaqi was referring to a dead end with no way back.

This was the main reason why she kept Meng Jiaqi by her side.

She was the only one among the four who knew Galan City well. Once she encountered the mechanism like now, Meng Jiaqi would not step into the dead end herself. As long as she pressed on, she would be forced to tell her the right way.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Meng. I have already thought of a way out for you."

Ning Ning secretly drew an X in her heart across this alley and comforted her gently: "If you encounter danger, you can just escape to a remote, dark corner, tidy up your clothes and lie down quietly, this way--"

Meng Jiaqi's rationality was almost gone, and on the verge of giving up, she reluctantly replied: "In this way, the monster will think I'm dead? But no one will believe this kind of deception, right?"

"Who said it was a deception?"

Ning Ning looked at her very sincerely and explained earnestly: "What I mean is, if Miss Meng died like this, the body would not rot and stink too quickly, and it could still look barely beautiful-girls all love beauty."

Meng Jiaqi:...

Meng Jiaqi's face was twisted into a knot.

Heartbroken.

——She finally understood that sword cultivators would not say a word of what people said. What sin had she committed in her previous life to have to meet this group of bird-like people with broken wings?

Meng Jiaqi was exhausted physically and mentally, and she really wanted to shout, get out of here.

But what could she do.

Here was a mentally ill fool, a conscienceless smiling tiger, and a murderous god with murderous eyes, all staring at her covetously, and she was surrounded by enemies.

She could only take a deep breath, and said with a trembling voice with a forced smile: "Miss Ning, are all beautiful women as cruel as you? How can you say such inhumane words from your beautiful mouth!"