In the middle of the offerings piled up like a small mountain, there was a white jade platform that was deliberately left empty. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the platform at that moment. That was where Xiao Nanhui was going to put the things.
Zhongli Jing had said before that as long as she was there, they would naturally find a way to get the things out.
What can we do?
I guess he wasn't lying to her...
Xiao Nanhui frowned as she stared at the dark pool and slowly placed the box on top. The copper lock on the box had already been unlocked, and she only needed to open the lid to reveal the heirloom jade.
Her fingers were sweating from nervousness. She wiped them on her clothes and slowly reached out to the jade box.
Suddenly, Xiao Nanhui felt that the surroundings were getting dark.
Immediately afterwards, there were exclamations of confusion from the crowd.
She looked up and was surprised to see that the fire dragon, which was originally burning fiercely, was rapidly extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She only had time to press her hands firmly on the box containing the jade, and in a flash, the surroundings were plunged into complete darkness.
Human eyes need a process of adaptation to both light and darkness.
Because she was exposed to the bright and hot firelight just a second ago, Xiao Nanhui could not see anything at this moment. She fell into a state of temporary blindness. Everything around her was like thick, insoluble ink, with no boundaries and no visible outlines.
The crowd outside the Youyin Altar was also in a state of panic. No one knew what was happening. People fell and were trampled in the crowd. Cries and screams were heard everywhere. By the time Xiao Nanhui heard the unusual sound in the wind, it was already very close to her.
Left, right, front, back.
Invisible shadows in the darkness surged from all directions, like invisible waves rushing towards the altar in the center.
Still coming?!
Xiao Nanhui felt like she was about to vomit blood. She didn't even have an iron rod nearby. Was she supposed to fight someone with a bull's head?
Or...is this the method that person mentioned?
This thought flashed through Xiao Nanhui's mind, and she almost had no time to grasp it. The next second, as if in response to it, a sound of breaking through the air approached rapidly from right above her.
Who was it? Should she fight back?
But where was she going to fight back? She couldn't even see her own fingers.
At the last moment, Xiao Nanhui threw himself onto the altar and pressed down the jade box with his body.
She felt the fast-moving object brush past her back and land a few steps behind her. Almost at the same time, the shadows rushing in from all directions also reached the center.
The air around was stirred up, and killing was imminent.
Xiao Nanhui held his breath and concentrated to listen to the movements around him. However, after a few chaotic footsteps, the only sounds in the air were the sharp sounds of flesh being cut and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. There was no sound of swords clashing at all.
How could there be such a fast knife?
Xiao Nanhui's heart was beating wildly.
Who on earth could draw his sword so quickly that the opponent didn't even have time to react and could only be slaughtered? This person's martial arts skills surpassed hers, and it was very likely that he was on par with Xiao Zhun.
The most crucial thing is that the other party can see things in the dark as if it were daytime, but she can only see the swaying figure in front of her. Based on this point alone, she has no chance of winning.
Blood splattered onto her mask, but Xiao Nanhui's hand was still tightly holding the box beneath her. Even at the last moment, she was still unwilling to let go.
But, will I die?
Woohoo, she hasn't told Xiao Zhun her feelings yet. Wouldn't it be a pity if she died like this?
Would Shrike tell him the whole story? But telling him everything was a bit embarrassing. She had sworn to die on the battlefield...
"It's me."
When the voice sounded in his ears, Xiao Nanhui widened his eyes.
The other person noticed that she had lowered her guard instantly and put his arm around her waist.
Xiao Nanhui felt her body lighten and she flew into the air. The Youyin Altar shrank smaller and smaller under her feet.
Almost the next second after she left, the child who had run out to look for fire finally ran back panting and lit the spare torches one by one.
The Altar of Protection, which had regained its light, was in a mess. The mask of the high priest fell to the ground, covered in blood. The bodies of the assassins in black were scattered all over the altar, with many broken limbs among them. A severed hand rolled off the altar and landed on the edge of the crowd, pushing the onlookers who had finally calmed down into a panic again.
However, the next second, a more panicked voice sounded from high up on the altar.
The little boy who had climbed up to the altar to inspect the scene was looking around with a torch in hand. But no matter how carefully he looked in every corner, he could not find the square shadow.
"Baoyu, Baoyu is gone!"
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