When Sangque woke up, Qiao Ling also opened his eyes suddenly. Only Xiachan, who was sleeping in the middle, was still immersed in a sweet dream.

The night was very quiet, and some footsteps could be heard outside. Sang Que and Qiao Ling looked at each other. Sang Que signaled Qiao Ling to stay here while she went out to take a look.

In the village, twenty young men wearing black scarves, led by a man who looked obviously different from them and wore a silver earring on his right ear, sneaked into the village quietly.

The man with the earrings quickly brought some stones and placed a strange stone tower at the entrance of the village. He grabbed a stone, drew some symbols on it with his own blood, placed it on the top of the stone tower, untied the water bag at his waist, poured the strange blood plasma around the stone tower, and chanted a strange tune around the stone tower.

A cold wind appeared from around the stone tower, picking up the fallen leaves around it and swirling them into the air.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, and dark clouds rolled in overhead, soon covering the moon and forming thick rain clouds, completely enveloping the village in darkness.

"Be quick, remember to break the neck without causing bleeding, and then bring all the bodies here."

Her obstruction cannot change what is going to happen tonight. This group of people would rather have more sacrifices than less.

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In the small mountain village, Sangque closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment.

Sang Que stood beside the red ghost and slowly put away his crossbow.

Sang Que stayed by the river for a while, and together with Yin Tong and Chi Gui, he collected all the more than 100 corpses into the painting. After waiting for a while and seeing no other corpses, he continued on his way.

Qiao Ling was silent.

Sangque remembered that in the late primitive society and during the slave society, in order to worship the gods or all things in nature, the dynasty's shamans would kill living people as sacrifices, and these sacrifices were human sacrifices.

The red ghost grabbed the man's neck. The man opened his mouth and a red poisonous snake as thick as a finger flew out of his mouth and bit the red ghost's neck.

Just when she saw a hunched figure, the scene in front of her eyes suddenly changed to all kinds of insects densely entangled on a rotting corpse, which made her scalp tingle instantly. Then she felt as if there seemed to be a group of densely packed insects in her brain, wriggling and devouring her brain.

The man with the earrings whispered an order, and the twenty soldiers nodded and quickly dispersed.

Sang Que and Qiao Ling squeezed into the bridal sedan, with the red umbrella ghost leading the way. The sedan went downstream along the river at lightning speed.

When the guards outside heard the noise and rushed in, they saw the jar where the witch raised the Gu exploded, revealing a pile of dead insects. The witch curled up on the ground, her eyes weeping blood, and she kept kneeling towards the direction of Sanchahe Pass.

As early as the Eastern Zhou Dynasty of China, this system was gradually abolished.

The body of the man on the ground quickly became shriveled and old, and the twenty soldiers hanging on the tree were no longer breathing.

If the red ghost were a living person, he would die instantly after being hit, but the red ghost is a zombie and is not afraid of snake venom.

Sang Que sighed, "You can only live temporarily. If you don't solve the problem fundamentally, the war will break out sooner or later."

The man with the earrings was very cautious. He did not look up and did not trigger the rules of the hanging rope. But before he could ask who the person was, he felt a darkness behind him.

This is an illusion, which can cause serious damage to a person's mind.

After hearing this, Qiao Ling asked Sang Que, "Should we notify the guard of Sanchahe Pass? When water ghosts appear, the two sides fight, and in the end, it is the civilians who die. If we can stop the water ghosts from breaking through the pass, Sanchahe Pass can be saved, and more people can survive."

Sang Que still decided to inform the commander of Sancha River. Xia Chan was still asleep, so Sang Que directly stuffed her and Xuan Yu into the painting. Xia Chan was a ghost and would not suffer any harm in the painting. Xuan Yu would be slowly eroded, but if it only lasted for one or two hours, the damage would be equivalent to nothing.

Crack! The red ghost exerted force, and the man who had just ordered people to break the villager's neck had his neck broken by the red ghost.

Sang Que used his ghost eyes to look at the mummy on the ground and quickly understood the whole story.

Nearly 8,000 Qianshou troops have already reached the outside of Sanchahe Pass, but there are 10,000 soldiers guarding the pass. The pass is surrounded by rivers on three sides. Under normal circumstances, they can only cross the river at noon.

The man's heart skipped a beat and he turned around to face the red ghost's gorgeous face.

Sang Que collected all the corpses on the ground and on the trees, as well as the red ghost, into the painting, then quietly returned to the house where they lived and told Qiao Ling about the situation outside.

Tonight, Sangque only stopped this scout team. There were other scout teams that sneaked into the upper reaches of the three rivers and slaughtered people in the surrounding villages for human sacrifices.

A hundred miles away, deep in the camp of the Qianshou Army, a scream resounded through the darkness.

"Pack up your things and use the five ghosts to carry the sedan chair to hurry on. We should be able to make it in time."

Sangque continued to trace back with his ghost eyes, wanting to see what this "ghost woman" looked like.

"Hello!"

"Then how can we solve the problem fundamentally?" Qiao Ling asked softly.

Suddenly, a clear shout came from above, and everyone looked up instinctively. Straw ropes appeared out of thin air and instantly strangled the necks of the twenty soldiers. They were all hung under a nearby tree, and they struggled and kicked.

When they reached the confluence of two rivers in the east, Sang Que and Qiao Ling saw from afar a large number of corpses floating down the northern river. Under the bright moon, the river was dyed with blood, and the faces of the corpses were covered with blood-colored paint, which was horrifying.

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The red ghost let go of his hand, and the man fell to the ground. Another small black snake emerged from under his clothes and quickly jumped into the grass.

The witch set up an altar and promised the water ghost that she would offer a human sacrifice for him at the agreed time and place.

"Peace is established under the absolute use of force."

They would break the necks of these people and then paint human sacrifice totems on their faces, drain their blood and throw them into the river. If the time estimate was correct, around 3 or 4 in the morning, the water ghosts would receive the sacrifices outside the Sanchahe Pass and release the ghost slaves to attack the Sanchahe Pass.

So they invited a ghost woman from Yunzhou to come and worship the water ghost, hoping to use the power of the water ghost to break through the Sanchahe Pass.

But Sang Que was not afraid. Her eyes suddenly turned scarlet and she stared at the insect-filled scene with anger.

This sacrificial method was abolished at the beginning of the Xuan Dynasty, and there is no record of it anywhere. Only the ghost woman of the Yunzhou tribe still holds the key.

The price to be paid for this kind of sacrifice is also huge.

Whoosh! The short arrow shot out like lightning, and the arrowhead of the Tokachi Stone pierced the snake's head. The little snake immediately turned into black smoke and dissipated in the air.

"Saint, please forgive me. Please forgive my sins..."

In less than an hour, they saw the magnificent city standing at the confluence of three rivers. It was far enough away from the river, with a flat plain and an unobstructed view.

Qiao Ling took out the white mask representing Jiuge Lingyi from her box and said, "Stop outside the city and don't force your way in. With my identity, it's not difficult to enter the city. Just follow me."

Sang Que nodded. Jiuge’s bell doctor was a welcome figure among all forces, especially during wartime.

The sedan chair stopped outside the city. Qiao Ling walked out of the sedan chair wearing a mask. Sang Que also put a mole on the corner of his eye and followed Qiao Ling, temporarily pretending to be Qiao Ling's bodyguard.

See you tomorrow~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)