Chapter 311 You Dare to Plot Against Her Again
At the same time, there is another settlement across the mountain from the Diaolou group.
It is also a watchtower building, but the one here is relatively short, and the lights are dim, with only a few dozen lamps, which is a world of difference from the bright lights next door.
"Madam Lu, this is bad, this is bad! Two strangers have come to our tribe, and Lianqiao is about to unleash the Hundred Killing Formation!" A skinny man sprinted across the snow, stumbling several times before practically crawling to the watchtower at the foot of the mountain. His face was pale. "That lackey Ah Yin has led his men to capture members of our White Horse tribe and sacrifice them! Madam Lu, please save them!"
"Who was caught?" A woman's old voice came from the blockhouse. The half-closed bamboo door opened, and dim light poured out from inside, shining on the man's pale face.
Then a thin and gaunt figure walked out. She was a sixty-year-old woman with silver hair. She stood there with her backlit. Although her face could not be seen clearly, she had an aura of majesty without even being angry.
The man wiped his tears with his hand and choked up, "Luma and dozens of his tribesmen went hunting in the snow forest. When they were returning, they were ambushed by Ah Yin and his men and all were captured. That lackey didn't dare to directly enter the White Horse tribe's residence, but he always wanted to harm our tribe!"
Mama Lu turned her head and looked somewhere in the night. That was where the Qiang tribe's Hundred Killing Formation was located. At this moment, torches had been lit around the formation, and crowds of people could be seen from afar.
"Hmph!" Madam Lu's eyes turned cold as she ordered, "Tell the tribe to be on guard and beware of another surprise attack from Lianqiao's men. I'll go and bring Luma and the others back!"
The man nodded excitedly, then turned and ran to tell everyone the news, "I'll go tell everyone right away!"
At this time, a sweet and innocent voice came from the tower again, "Grandma, is Bing'er going with you?"
Madam Lu turned around, her eyes softening. "Bing'er, eat. Grandma will be back soon. Stay home and don't run around. Those people outside are bad guys and might beat you up."
"Okay, Bing'er, be obedient!"
The old woman smiled and disappeared in front of the door in the blink of an eye.
After the old woman left, the slender girl in the house came skipping over and closed the bamboo door, then sat back down by the stove. A small iron pot was placed on the stove, and the mushy food in the pot was bubbling and steaming.
The girl sat on a small bamboo chair, bent down to take some firewood out of the stove and buried it in the ashes to extinguish it. She watched the bubbles in the pot become smaller and sparser, and a silly smile appeared on her pretty face. "Don't simmer too fast. Cook it slowly, so we can wait for grandma to come back and eat together."
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Tianbao and Bai Yu came together and stopped in front of the bamboo platform with burning torches.
The bamboo platform is more than ten feet high and is sealed at the bottom. Although it is impossible to see what is hidden inside, some noises can be vaguely heard, like the grunting sounds of a person being tied up with his mouth covered.
There were more than ten people on the stage, both men and women, all holding torches in their hands and wearing the unique black embroidered clothing of the Qiang ethnic group.
There was also a woman covered with a white veil, guarding the middle. She had a graceful figure and her age was unrecognizable.
But the pair of eyes exposed outside the veil, although beautiful, were dim, a color that had been precipitated by the vicissitudes of life, which showed that the woman was not young.
"Saint?" Tianbao looked at the other party and opened his mouth.
The woman's laughter, clear as a bell, escaped from beneath her veil. "You are quite courageous, little girl. Yes, I am Lian Qiao, the Saintess of the Qiang people."
Tian Bao raised the corner of his lip and said in a light voice, "You are quite courageous. You dare to plot against me."
"Hmph, you're young but sharp-tongued! You two can't have come here for no reason. You must be asking me for something. How dare you speak to me like that?"
"You're wrong. I'm not here to ask you for anything, I'm here to order you to do something." Tian Bao jumped onto the bamboo platform and approached the woman. "Tell me, can I do this?"
She was clearly just a little girl in her teens, with a pretty face and a plain voice. She seemed harmless at first glance, but when she walked over, the invisible sense of oppression was like a tangible thing, overwhelming and pressing down on me, making it difficult to breathe.
The tiny smile lines at the corners of the saint's eyes disappeared as the girl approached.
The Qiang man holding the torch came to his senses and immediately took a few steps forward to protect the saint behind him, ready for battle.
"Everyone, step back." Lian Qiao said, looking at the girl who had already approached him, and smiled again, "Although I don't know whether you have been poisoned by the Gu insect, it is certain that you have been infected. Otherwise, you would not have traveled across mountains and rivers to seek misfortune with my Qiang tribe."
Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, and her eyes swept over the expressionless handsome young man below. She calmly noticed his concern for the girl, "The Qiang people are all skilled in controlling poisonous insects. If it were an ordinary poisonous insect, anyone in the tribe could detoxify it. But the poison of the blood-threaded worm, only I can do it. Little girl, if you kill me, you will be buried with me. It doesn't matter to me, but do you think it's worth it?"
She was gambling, gambling that Su Jiuni was indeed poisoned by the bloodworm, and also gambling that someone valued Su Jiuni's life very much.
No one stopped him. Tian Bao's slender fingertips easily strangled the woman's neck. "I know better than you whether I'm poisoned or not. You will die, but I won't be buried with you. Do you believe it?"
The woman's neck was strangled and her breathing suddenly became difficult. The fair skin above her neck immediately turned red and the veins on her neck bulged.
She was forced to raise her head and squeezed out a voice from her throat, "Then you have to kill me now. The poison of the bloodworms will accumulate in your body. When it reaches a sufficient level, you will become a madman! A murderer who will not recognize any relatives! In the end, the blood will flow backwards and your body will explode and die! Hehehehe!"
Out of the corner of her eye, a young man in white floated onto the stage and clamped the girl's wrist. His dark eyes were cold as he spoke each word with pause, "Remove the poison!"
Lian Qiao's tense body relaxed, and the corners of her lips curled slightly, "It's not impossible for me to remove the poison. Ahead is my Qiang tribe's large formation. If you can successfully break through the formation, I will have no objections."
Bai Yu turned around and headed in the direction the woman pointed, "I'll go for it!"
"I want Su Jiuni to go in personally."
Before the woman could finish her words, the young man flashed a white blade in his hand, turned around and stabbed her neck with a knife, colder and more ruthless than the girl!
"If you dare plot against her again, I'll cut off your flesh piece by piece and feed it to the worms!" The young man stabbed her neck again with the sharp blade in his hand. The blood oozing from the wound instantly blurred the bright patterns on the woman's skirt. He asked calmly, "I'm breaking into the formation. Will you break it or not?"
The Qiang people standing by exclaimed, "Saint!"
"Stop! Don't hurt our Saint!"
Lian Qiao's smug smile froze under her veil, her pupils widened in disbelief, but the warm liquid flowing from her neck told her that she had miscalculated!
"You dare to hurt me—" Another wound on her neck made her next words come back to her.
"I'll ask you one last time. Do you have an answer or not?" The young man's voice became softer, and his fingers gripping the short blade tightened one by one in front of her eyes.
It was as if he was telling her that this was her last chance. If the answer did not satisfy him, his next cut would not just be a harmless wound.
Lian Qiao clenched her hands at her sides, her fingertips digging into her palms, and she squeezed out a word through her teeth, "...Release!"
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