The two men and three women inside the formation glanced at Mo Qingcheng with disdain, as if they were looking at an idiot or a dead person. They knew she would die here soon, so what was she being so coy about?
Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched. These people have no sportsmanship... Fine, I won't say anything then. At worst, I'll have Farmer use Soul Searching Technique on them later.
Seeing that Mo Qingcheng remained silent, the group nodded in satisfaction: "Speak, who sent you? What ulterior motive do you have for coming to our village?"
"I already said it's not for you to know, are you stupid to tell you now?" Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes and said in a tone that was infuriating.
"...%###@" The crowd muttered in Miao language, cursing Mo Qingcheng, calling her a bumpkin who was about to die, since she couldn't understand their conversation anyway.
Mo Qingcheng curled her lips. Damn it, she understood every single word. How weird.
What's it like when a group of pretentious people meet a top-tier expert? I bet they're traumatized. Farm-kun, being rather unkind, gave them a knowing smile and silently lit a circle of candle stubs for them.
"I'm beautiful and kind-hearted, it's not too late for you to stop now..." Mo Qingcheng said seriously, her hands trembling, her face pale, trying to appear calm as she angrily rebuked, "You...you've gone too far..."
"Haha, this is the best joke I've heard all year, bar none."
"Hey, is this guy an idiot?"
"Shh, don't speak such blunt truths, or you'll get angry and bite me."
"Haha, come on, bite! I'm getting impatient and my temper is flaring up..."
As they spoke, they unleashed a torrent of vulgarities as if they didn't care what they said. Mo Qingcheng lowered her eyes. Were these bastards getting impatient?
Baili Fengyun was shouting wildly outside, but he showed no intention of rushing in. Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but suspect that he was doing it on purpose.
The group frowned, ignoring Baili Fengyun as if he were a fly. If the formation couldn't be maintained, the woman would die and he would die too. Why waste words and energy?
Mo Qingcheng's face was deathly pale, like a haughty little princess: "Release me right now, or my master will definitely not let you off..."
The group ignored her and started chatting idly. In another fifteen minutes, this woman would be dead; what was there to be afraid of?
Mo Qingcheng had already identified the key point of the formation. No rush, the real show was just beginning. The scum's role was to be sacrificed…
Farmer shuddered. Who knew the little witch's power better than him? In one battle, countless people died and were injured. From then on, she studied formations without eating or drinking, and her skills were unmatched.
Sigh, isn't it better to just live a good life?
Mo Qingcheng closed her eyes briefly, appearing terrified. The others glanced at her casually and continued chatting. Their master had given the order that the person should simply die.
Suddenly, the group realized something was wrong. A sharp pain shot through their brains, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at their hearts, making them question the meaning of life.
wrong!
It's... a formation...
Several gazes turned to her simultaneously, but Mo Qingcheng remained calm and composed, her previous pale face nowhere to be seen.
"you……"
"Surprised? Unexpected?" Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, glanced at the group as if they were complete idiots, and clapped her hands: "Enjoy this special gift from me, ahahaha..."
The piercing sound assaulted their ears, and several people covered their ears tightly with their hands, trying to alleviate the pain, but the pain came from their minds, and no one could resist it.
"Bye-bye..." Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a strange smile, and she disappeared into the formation in the blink of an eye.
In a short while, the group started fighting without any regard for each other, their killing intent surging. The light in the formation shone brightly, and the formation modified by Mo Qingcheng was activated a second time, fiercely absorbing the spiritual energy from the group.
"Ahh!"
Screams echoed endlessly. A quarter of an hour later, the formation was destroyed, and the Miao assassins vanished from the world. Mo Qingcheng watched coldly, glancing back with a cold look: "Have you seen enough?"
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