Chapter 84 Villagers Kneel and Beg, Caught in a Dilemma
All eyes suddenly turned to the three of them, including Karin.
Tang Wanwan immediately jumped up and covered Qi Chun's mouth. The chubby boy was startled by her fierce appearance and began to howl like a wolf.
Even slaughtering a pig for the New Year doesn't sound as miserable as his situation.
Witnessing the destructive power of this thing for the first time, Tang Wanwan was so anxious that she threw a series of punches in the air.
"Shut up, kid! If you cry again, I'll beat you up!"
Upon hearing this, Qi Chun wailed even louder, "Waaaaah, my parents said the Demon King wants to eat people. If I send my sister away, I won't be eaten. I still have to carry on the family line, and I don't want to be eaten...waaaaah."
Originally intending to subtly stop Tang Wanwan's flower pear, upon hearing this, he silently took a step back to give her more room to maneuver.
There was a moment of silence in the crowd as an old man with a cane stepped out. His coarse cloth clothes were still covered with straw, his back was hunched, and a faded red rope was tied around his wrist.
"Qi Chengtian, since they are your guests, could you please say a word for them?"
Qi Zhi's father had already tightly shielded his son behind him when Tang Wanwan pretended to raise her hand. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, looked at the old village chief for two seconds, and then nodded.
“Miss Huali, we knew you were no ordinary person the moment we saw you.”
Huali: "......" Goodness, birds of a feather flock together, even their lines are the same.
But then something different happened: "Our village made an agreement with Him that we must provide fresh blood. But right now, we're almost out of blood for our hundred or so villagers. Since you are cultivators, could you provide some blood?"
Someone spoke up, and others chimed in with their own pleas, "Please, we really only need a tiny bit."
Fearing they wouldn't believe it, some even raised their wrists to show the three girls, including Huali.
To be honest, losing a little blood wouldn't be a big deal; she's vomited so much blood on the way here that she doesn't even know how much. But that's not how it works.
Suddenly, the butterfly that had been sleeping in Huali's hair was awakened and fluttered its wings to take in the scene before her. Luo Chuan's languid voice rang in her ear, "Oh my~ there's going to be a good show."
Huali ignored him completely, only frowning as she watched more and more villagers pour in.
Seeing that the three of them remained silent, the old village chief who had spoken first suddenly knelt down, his knees slamming heavily on the ground, a sound that seemed to be a signal.
The next second, the crowd shrunk down like wheat being harvested. Elderly people with mobility issues knelt down with tears in their eyes, supported by their relatives, while innocent children were led by adults to slowly kneel down.
"Please, save our village, and save this land."
"Yes, we only need to take a little bit of blood."
The friction between the fabric and the earth was like sandpaper polishing rotten wood, each frame magnified infinitely. Deep fear filled the villagers' eyes, as if they could already foresee the fate of everyone after the gods' wrath.
The Cursed Heart Butterfly fluttered its wings, and Luo Chuan leaned against a branch that resembled a coiled dragon, his gilded mask partially revealing his profile bathed in sunlight.
A half-smile played on his lips as he slowly gazed at the scene reflected in the water mirror in mid-air. "Most people are foolish and boring...without exception..."
"Why do you, a demon king, talk so much? It doesn't fit your aloof image, so can you please shut up?"
Huali was already annoyed, and hearing Luochuan's spectator-like voice made her even more annoyed. Could she please block him?
In novels, demon kings are usually serious and stern, so his behavior could easily ruin his persona.
Seeing the villagers begin to kowtow, Tang Wanwan quickly stepped forward to help them up, saying, "Please don't do this. We're here to solve this problem. Please get up."
The villagers, however, remained stubbornly kneeling on the ground.
Tang Wanwan looked at their calloused fingers from years of hard work and then at their hunched backs, a flicker of pity crossing her eyes. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Then... alright..."
“But we still don’t know who did it,” Huali interrupted Tang Wanwan before she could speak. “It’s easy to get blood, we can give it to you, but the problem is we can’t be sure if it’s the one you’re talking about.”
The old village chief looked at Huali with his aged, cloudy eyes: "What does that girl mean?"
"Once we find out the truth, if it really is that god, it won't be too late to take the blood."
Seeing this, the old village chief finally got up from the ground, and the others followed suit. "In that case, please stay here for now, but we would appreciate it if you could accompany us while we bleed..."
“Of course,” Tang Wanwan quickly replied.
Once everyone had left, Tang Wanwan's face fell. "That was terrifying. I thought they would gang up on us if we didn't agree."
Mo Ziyan spoke up, "The wounds on the corpse look more like they were torn apart by something with bare hands. An ordinary person couldn't do that. I'm afraid we were right."
“If the tower spirit really attacks those who come to donate blood, then we’ll set up a magic array and wait for it to appear.” Mo Ziyan thought for a moment. “Tonight, Junior Sister Wanwan and I will go take a look. Huali, you find a safe place to hide.”
"No, I'd rather stay with you." Seeing Mo Ziyan looking at her with confusion, Huali said like a proud rooster, "I'm very strong now."
Tang Wanwan rolled her eyes. "Tch."
*
Neigh—
The spirited horse raised its head and neighed.
Zhan Li sat cross-legged on the saddle, the hem of his brocade robe lifted by the wind, his right leg propped high on the saddle head, his deerskin boots hooked into the stirrups, and his other leg hanging casually down.
He stared at Luoyun Mountain not far away, the grass stalk in his mouth trembling slightly with the casual wave of his hand.
The moment the water mirror appeared, a bright smile immediately bloomed in his double pupils. "Ranran, watch closely, I am determined to get this Burning Heaven Tower."
A woman's muffled voice came from the other side of the water mirror, "You need to be careful. If you can't beat them, run away and wait for me to come and meet you."
Zhan Li chuckled, his double pupils filled with determination. "I'm not like that Wen Tingyun. Just wait for my good news."
The water mirror disappeared, the horse suddenly reared up, and Zhanli leaned back, the ribbon binding his hair swung in the air in an arc, and the man and the horse shot out like arrows!
However, he could easily pierce through those mere Golden Core cultivators from the Spirit Sword Sect.
*
The wind blew across the endless rice paddies, and Tang Wanwan and Huali clung tightly together.
Tang Wanwan looked at her suspiciously, "Are you sure this will work?"
"Don't underestimate me, okay? My barrier is very powerful," Huali retorted, unconvinced.
After finishing the last array eye, Mo Ziyan also stepped into the barrier. The three of them stared intently at the villagers ahead.
They were still holding the red glass bottle in their hands, but there was much less blood than yesterday.
The three men looked at each other, trembling as they dripped blood into the well.
A green light shone from the well, then scattered into tiny spots of light. Suddenly, Huali caught a whiff of life.
Like the fresh air that rushes in when you open the window after the rain.
The wheat field behind her seemed to receive a summons, growing wildly under Huali's astonished gaze.
Just then, a scream suddenly came from the villagers near the well.
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