Meng Jiaqi was caught in a dilemma.

If she followed the original plan and led this group of people into a dead end, she would also die without a burial place as the leader;

but if she was greedy for life and feared death and led them to leave the Ten Directions Killing Formation from the safe exit, she would miss the best opportunity to get rid of this group of vicious and evil criminals.

After weighing the two options, she finally gritted her teeth and said, "I just read another fortune and it turns out that there are mysteries hidden in this formation, and it has been covered with a layer of deception. The previous road is not a temporary solution. Please follow me."

She cursed her mother in her heart and walked into another elegant and simple old street reluctantly.

It is said that the person who designed this formation took advantage of the inertia of thinking that "the most dangerous place is also the safest place, and the most inconspicuous passage is exactly the exit", and deliberately set the deadlock in the most dilapidated alley.

Once someone believes the above words, he will have stepped half a foot into the gate of hell.

And this long street with gorgeous decorations is the real exit.

As people gradually go deeper into the long street, the misty fog around them slowly dissipates silently, leaving a layer of unclear mist, floating and hanging on the corners of the eaves.

There are long-burning lights on both sides of the street. When Ningning looked up and looked around, a string of small stars fell into her pupils.

Different from the buildings I had seen before, the buildings here were tall and had carved beams and painted rafters, with eaves rising like flying birds. The wooden walls were ancient and fragrant, with a faint scent of trees after rain. At first glance, they looked like silent giants lined up in a row, giving off a sense of intimidation.

"This should be the former commercial district, right?"

The dazzling array of clothing and jewelry in the store still retains the appearance of a hundred years ago. Ningning is a young girl after all, and she was dazzled for a moment: "The city of Jialan must have been very prosperous back then."

Meng Jiaqi subconsciously said proudly: "Of course."

After a pause, she felt that this sentence exposed her inclination too obviously, so she smiled dryly and added: "I heard from my father that this place was once prosperous and was a famous city among the demon race."

"Hey, look! That person standing over there is not that person—"

He Zhizhou's voice suddenly rang out, and he almost broke his voice with excitement: "It's your senior sister Zheng Weiqi!"

Ning Ning's fingertips moved when she heard the words, and she looked in the direction of his sight.

When she saw it, she was immediately stunned.

In front of the store at the end of the street stood a blood-red figure, holding on to the pillar in front of the door while lowering his head and recording something in a small notebook. When she

looked at the person's face again, it was covered in blood as if he had just stepped off the Peking Opera stage, and he was just short of singing a line of "The Red-faced Guan Gong Fighting in Changsha". After trying hard to identify it, it was Zheng Weiqi's appearance.

As for her men's clothes, they were also stained with blood, some of which were from others, and some from herself. There were several bloody wounds all over her arms and calves, and they were almost coagulated.

Ning Ning was terrified and called out, "Sister!" Upon

hearing this, Zheng Weiqi, the Peking Opera master, raised her head and gave her a simple and honest smile, coughing up blood while laughing: "Ning Ning is here! Come and see, there are so many beautiful ideas in this jewelry store. Thanks to them, I suddenly thought of many new ideas, and there is hope for selling goods and making money!"

Shocking! A student from a certain Xiuxian Vocational and Technical College was disabled but determined, and actually did such a thing with blood all over his body!

- So you are obviously coughing up blood, but your first reaction is not to treat the injury, but to develop your business of bringing goods, Sister! There is no need, there is really no need!

Ning Ning was worried, so she walked up to her and asked, "Sister, how did you get hurt so badly?"

"Oh! Are you talking about that?"

Only at this moment did Zheng Weiqi finally realize that she was injured. She glanced at it casually, chuckled nonchalantly and said, "There are many formations in the city. I accidentally stepped on a few of them and had a few fights with various residual souls inside. It's no problem."

After she finished speaking, her eyes lit up again, and she called Ning Ning with great interest, "Don't worry about that. Come and see my newly designed silver hairpin! It combines the ancient and the modern, and there is an imperceptible small mechanism at the end. It is absolutely--"

Before she finished speaking, she spurted out a mouthful of blood from her mouth, accompanied by the lingering sound. People who didn't know would think that the music fountain was dyed red.

Zheng Weiqi was shocked: "Oh no, my manuscript is dirty!"

Ning Ning: ...

How should I put it, you sword cultivators really have a unique way of thinking.

While the two were talking, the other three also walked along the long street.

After introducing each other, Meng Jiaqi looked at Zheng Weiqi's watermelon-like red face and came up with a plan.

She is a vixen with a good background and is best at teasing others. Hearing Ning Ning call her "senior sister", I guess this woman must have a high status. If I can win her favor, I will not be bullied by the other three.

Zheng Weiqi is seriously injured now, and it is the weakest time. She only needs to create a gentle atmosphere that no one can refuse, and the other party will be willing to indulge in it and be kind to her wholeheartedly. This trick is the beauty trap.

"Miss Zheng."

Meng Jiaqi covered her mouth in surprise, stepped forward to hold Zheng Weiqi's arm, and leaned against her intentionally or unintentionally: "How did you get such a serious injury? I think, why don't we have a good rest first, let me apply some medicine to Miss Zheng?"

Zheng Weiqi was originally fascinated by this street. When she heard this suggestion, she immediately smiled and nodded: "That's what I meant! Then listen to Miss Meng and stay here first--"

She didn't finish her words, and she was suddenly stunned.

Meng Jiaqi pursed her lips and smiled lightly, with a hint of pride in her eyes.

She secretly released her charm, which could make people who smelled it obsessed with her and double their favorability. The reason why she didn't have to deal with the others was because her cultivation was not high and she was of no use to the others.

But Zheng Weiqi was seriously injured and could not resist.

"Ms. Meng smells so good!"

Zheng Weiqi's flattering smile became more and more obvious, and she sneered in her heart.

The stinky sword cultivator still fell into her hands in the end.

Unexpectedly, the woman next to him suddenly paused, and lowered her voice mysteriously: "Ms. Meng, from my experience, you must have been marinated by low-quality cosmetics. Why don't you take a look at my exclusive secret facial cream and cinnabar, which definitely don't have these strange smells."

Meng Jiaqi: ...?

God, the cosmetics are marinated.

Wait.

So her so-called "flattering smile" was not because she was deceived, but a

tone of voice used by merchants to persuade people to buy goods? !

Are you sick!!!

Meng Jiaqi was so angry.

But she had to finish her role even if she cried.

So she forced herself to smile and listened to Zheng Weiqi's talk about buying and selling goods and cosmetics for a whole incense stick of time. In the end, she became really impatient, but found that the other party had completely forgotten the passage of time and continued to talk nonsense. When

one plan failed, Meng Jiaqi came up with another one.

She listened to the words of the senior sister of Xuanxu Sword Sect with one ear and out with the other, and nodded vigorously like the hand of a fortune cat. Finally, she saw the right opportunity, moved her feet, and suddenly jumped forward.

She just threw herself into Zheng Weiqi's chest.

The blood stains on her clothes covered her hands and face. Meng Jiaqi was disgusted in her heart, but she said coquettishly: "I'm sorry, I think I sprained my foot. I'll get up right away - ouch!"

She got up halfway, and suddenly pretended to be in great pain, and threw herself into Zheng Weiqi's arms again.

This move would make men's hearts beat and women's hearts soften, and no one could resist it.

As expected, Zheng Weiqi was slightly stunned, and finally there was a hint of nervousness in her tone: "Are you okay, Miss Meng?"

"I'm fine."

Meng Jiaqi was about to cry, and pretended to wipe her tears: "It's just that my legs and feet hurt, and I may not be able to move for a while... I'm sorry, I have caused trouble to everyone, I'm really useless."

"Miss Meng, don't say that!"

Zheng Weiqi's tone was urgent, and she subconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, but the next moment, the smile was strangled in the cradle.

Zheng Weiqi said seriously: "Although Miss Meng has a strange smell, it's useless, but you can't say that you are useless! You-"

The scene fell into an awkward silence.

He Zhizhou, who was watching the show on the side, couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Zheng Weiqi was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, why did I say what was in my heart directly."

Meng Jiaqi: ...

She is so tired.

She is just an ordinary and cute little fox, why is she destined to endure such suffering in the world.

Her body is still here, but her heart has left with the dead Qin Chuan.

"Miss Meng, don't worry! I am here, and I will never let you hold us back."

Zheng Weiqi saw her sad look and tried to rescue her in a hurry: "I made a walking machine, you don't have to walk by yourself, you can keep up with us."

The eldest sister under Tianxianzi is a money-making maniac. In addition to buying and selling goods at the foot of the mountain, she also created her own swordsmanship and published books, and invented some novel gadgets by herself.

Meng Jiaqi tried to force out a smile that was uglier than crying: "You say."

"That's it!"

Zheng Weiqi got the answer and became interested all of a sudden. The storage bag in her hand flashed with golden light, and a huge device that looked like a waterwheel suddenly appeared on the ground.

There was also a wooden board running up and down in the middle, like a rack.

"My manufacturing principle borrowed from waterwheels and windmills. It's exactly like this."

She spoke eloquently, her eyes shining: "Just tie you in the middle of the wheel, and then let another person push it forward continuously, it can turn while taking you forward - isn't it labor-saving and worry-free!"

Meng Jiaqi: Haha.

This is not a means of transportation, but an automatic execution tool.

A normal person would die directly after being tied to it and turned a few times, okay? In their demon world, there is a tool for torture that is exactly like this one, okay?

She was tired of saying those four words. But -

you are sick!!!

She thought she had finally met a normal person, but how come you are more tormented than the other three, sister! Do you rank people in the Xuanxu sect according to the degree of illness?

Zheng Weiqi looked at her with stars in her eyes and looked forward to it.

Meng Jiaqi knew that this meant for her to come forward and use it.

She could already imagine the scene after a while.

A dying fox was tied to a wooden rack like meat on a chopping board. As the waterwheel turned, the vomit bloomed in the air into a flower that never faded.

He Zhizhou laughed so hard that he cried like a donkey. Ning Ning couldn't bear it and interrupted their conversation: "Senior sister, Senior Brother He and I were traveling in the city before and found a letter written in the ancient characters of Galan City. I'm afraid there are many monsters in the city, and they all have some connection with the ancient city. Maybe they are the descendants of Galan a hundred years ago."

Zheng Weiqi finally came to her senses from her enthusiastic sales promotion and coughed reluctantly: "Really? If they are really the descendants of Galan, then what is their purpose in stealing the souls of the people? Could it be for the young city lord in the legend?"

Until then, she finally had some of the temperament of a decent disciple: "For that one person, countless people are made to live a life worse than death. It's really hateful."

"Stealing souls?"

After a very brief silence, a confused female voice sounded softly, as if muttering to herself: "Didn't they just take the essence?" As soon as

these words came out, all eyes on the speaker were focused on Meng Jiaqi.

Quietness is the farewell, and silence is the bridge tonight.

"You, what are you looking at me for!"

Meng Jiaqi knew that he had said something wrong, and his face turned red and he stammered: "I heard from my father that everyone in the city had their essence taken away, not their souls - the essence can be restored after being taken away, where does the life worse than death come from? You are simply slandering me!"

This tone, this demeanor.

Like protecting a dog.

Ningning held back the words "Daddy you are talking about, is it you?" and pretended to look around.

Everyone was helping Miss Meng to cover her vest, but who would have thought that she was actually a self-destructing truck, carrying bombs and gunpowder and going on the road, performing a round of "I kill myself" on the spot.

Meng Jiaqi was tortured by this group of people and her head was a mess. She was very anxious at this moment, and she saw the strange look on their faces, so she gritted her teeth and shouted loudly: "You don't believe me? I am really a good person!"

A, a good person.

Shit, I used to say this when I was a fox.

The self-destructing truck drove away with a bang. She thought that the previous sentence was the end of everything, but she didn’t expect it to be just the beginning.

Meng Jiaqi: ...

Ningning: ...

Meng Jiaqi: "Heh."

Meng Jiaqi: "Am I exposed?"

Ningning saw that her expression was not right, as if she was stimulated by something. After thinking for a while, she comforted her: "Ms. Meng, don't be too sad. In fact, your acting skills are still very good. We didn't notice anything wrong." Unexpectedly,

the other party was stunned for a moment, and actually came from The corners of her mouth raised up in a crazy arc, and she interrupted her with a voice that was about to break: "Sad? Who said I was sad!"

She laughed and couldn't tell whether the laughter was crazy joy or sadness in tears: "Oh, good, I'm exposed! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, I'm finally exposed!"

The whole world celebrated, beating gongs and drums, there is such a great thing in the world!

She finally doesn't have to stay with this guy in a hypocritical way! Screw the poor little white flower, screw the undercover, she had no choice before, now she just wants to be a bad guy hahahaha!

Ning Ning hesitated to speak, and exchanged a look with the senior sister beside her.

Meng Jiaqi shuddered all over, and finally said without hesitation what she had hidden in her heart for a long time: "You are a bunch of ruthless people, you are not human!"

"You!" She turned her head suddenly and looked at Ning Ning, her face was ferocious, "You attacked the hostage as soon as you met, and said something like 'surrender quickly if the hostage is dead', and then you even let me, a weak woman, act as a meat shield, pure scum!"

Ning Ning: ...

"And you!"

Meng Jiaqi suddenly turned around, almost unable to breathe, and glared at Zheng Weiqi fiercely: "Do you have any mental illness? Is that thing something that a human can make? Pah! Hurry up and take it to commit suicide, idiot! Also, what do you mean by marinated cosmetics? That's my body odor!"

Zheng Weiqi:...

Meng Jiaqi felt refreshed after her retort, and looked at He Zhizhou on the other side: "And you! 'The autopsy results show that the deceased died during the autopsy'? What are the things in your underdeveloped brain! I will definitely remember Qin Chuan's revenge in my heart, and I will not let you go even if I become a ghost! Just wait and see!"

He Zhizhou:...

She finally looked at Pei Ji.

Pei Ji's expression remained unchanged, and he even raised his eyebrows coldly, looking at her with a hint of mockery and provocation.

Meng Jiaqi laughed inwardly, and looked past him stiffly.

"Miss Meng," Ning Ning took a tentative step forward, "Are you okay?"

"What 'Miss Meng'!"

Meng Jiaqi frowned and said in a firm tone: "Quick, call me 'the unforgivable traitor'!"

Ning Ning did not dare to stimulate this fragile nerve any more, so she could only blink hesitantly and said in a soft voice as she wished: "Okay, okay. That... you unforgivable traitor."

Ah.

Meng Jiaqi felt like spring breeze when she heard it, and took a deep breath. The sound

of nature.

How precious these seven words are! Her world is now filled with fragrant flowers and green grass, and her heart, which was full of holes, is finally mended.

"Don't talk. Let us feel it with our hearts."

Meng Jiaqi closed her eyes and grinned until her mouth cramped: "I, Meng Jiaqi, am an unforgivable spy. Hehehe."

"Help, help."

He Zhizhou's scalp tingled and he dug his shoes with his toes: "Is Miss Meng driven crazy by us? With her appearance, she can act out "The Grudge" and "Old Corpse in the Village" in minutes. Kayako and Chu Renmei would call her an expert when they see her."

Ningning was also a little worried. After thinking for a moment, she took a step closer to her and raised her voice: "Miss Meng, I want to show you something."

Meng Jiaqi turned her head in a trance and watched Ningning take out a storage bag and take something out of it.

A white ball with a little pink, two long ears that look like rabbit ears.

Wait.

Rabbit?

A big white and fat rabbit emerged from the storage bag. Because Ningning grabbed its ears, it could only flutter around.

While twisting, it bowed and shouted. The burly male voice echoed throughout the street: "Happy New Year, big brothers and big sisters! Rabbit bows to everyone here once, twice, and three times. I hope that the brothers and sisters will let me go home. I am really scared-"

When the rabbit said this, he suddenly froze with his eyes wide open, and looked at Meng Jiaqi from a distance with disbelief on his face.

Just because I saw you more in the crowd, I can never forget your face.

The two unforgivable villains were speechless and choked, their eyes full of sorrow. In the end, they spoke at the same time, and the degree of misery was comparable to the cry of monkeys on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

——"Chuan'er!"

——"Sister Qizi!"

The cold wind blew, evoking the woman's black hair like a waterfall and the rabbit's messy white hair.

The man and the rabbit looked at each other without words, only tears flowed like two lines of Lanzhou ramen.