Demon Saint Son: ...
Wen Xueshan was moved to tears. The moment the flames were lit, the Demon Saint fainted from the pain, while Wen Jinge was holding his two severed hands.
With a click, like playing with a Barbie doll, his severed hand was reattached.
The cracks slowly disappeared, leaving the area as smooth as before. The only difference from before was that the clothing had changed from a long gown to a long vest.
The Demon Saint opened his eyes, his gaze filled with horror as he looked at Wen Jingge. "No, no, no! It really hurts! You used to love dislocating my arms for fun."
Wen Jingge's lips twitched slightly. He pointed to the monk above. If he hadn't gotten closer, he wouldn't have noticed that the monk was wearing a grass skirt and had long since blended into the ancient tree. "Go and save people."
The Holy Son was stunned for a moment before realizing that the group of people who had captured him earlier were frozen in place like puppets, their eyes fixed on Wen Jinge as if they wanted to devour her alive.
"this!"
"Hurry up!" Wen Jingge gave him a hand. "Once you're done, get out of that tree!"
They were all huddled together under the tree.
These people took off their black outer robes, revealing their beast-like appearances. Even Wen Xueshan, who looked the most human, had a tail following her after she took off her robes.
"Is the Ghost Festival a ritual where you ghosts are offered up as sacrifices by your ancestor?"
“Yes, you set the rules.” Wen Xueshan’s eyes still held a hint of human desire. “This scene was also a setup for us by a human Xuan Master.”
"Will I be able to know their names before I die?"
"The monk under the moon."
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