Chapter 347: The Dead Seeks Help
Diao Xinyan's eyes flashed with mischief, and she gently poked Meng Qi's shoulder, with a smile on her lips, teasing: "Hey, look at our bright and beautiful Miss Meng, she is being modest to me. I heard that now there are young men chasing you from the south to the north of the city. How come there is no one who can catch your eye?"
When Meng Qi heard this, she first rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, and then raised her chin proudly. She looked like a proud little peacock.
She put her hands on her hips, her tone full of confidence and uninhibitedness: "Tsk, those people are not worthy of my attention. I have a family property to inherit, how can I marry easily? If I want to marry, it must be a man who marries me!"
Diao Xinyan couldn't help but burst out laughing and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, what our Miss Meng said makes sense. We both have property and names to inherit, so we really can't marry, we can only 'marry'. Fortunately, we both have the ability to do so."
The two looked at each other and smiled, their laughter was full of confidence in their own abilities and expectations for the future.
After laughing for a while, Meng Qi put away the smile on her face and looked serious.
She frowned slightly, with a hint of concern in her eyes, and said, "Sister Xinyan, I'm here for a serious matter. My mother..."
Meng Qi's mother was originally a businessman. She took advantage of her daughter's influence to expand and strengthen the Meng family's business. Although it was not as good as the Diao family, it could still be ranked in the top ten in Ning Tongguo.
The world is in turmoil nowadays, and there are evil forces everywhere. Those people are always eyeing families like theirs, wanting to drink their blood and eat their flesh. In order to protect themselves, the two companies often cooperate.
Therefore, Meng Qi came here this time naturally to deliver the message.
After talking about her mother's business, Diao Xinyan also invited Meng Qi to have dinner at her home.
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The sky gradually darkens, and the afterglow of sunset covers the city with a warm yellow veil.
Meng Qi turned into a slightly remote alley, intending to take a shortcut to the next investigation location.
Suddenly, a gust of cold air blew towards her, making her shiver.
Then, an illusory figure floated out from the corner of the wall, and it turned out to be a ghost.
The undead had a painful look on his face, with a faint green light emanating from his body, and floated towards Meng Qi rapidly. “Save…save me…”
Its voice was faint but urgent, as if it was being chased by something terrible.
Meng Qi's heart tightened. As a goddess, she was particularly sensitive to this kind of distress signal.
Without time to think, she immediately used her spiritual power to protect the dead soul and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
As the spirit's emotions stabilized a little, it trembled and told the reason: the Ghost Mask Organization was conducting a terrible ritual nearby. They discovered that his family possessed the "divine bone bloodline" and were ready to sacrifice all his family members...
When Meng Qi heard this, a trace of anger flashed across her beautiful eyes. That was how she and her mother almost died. Fortunately, she risked her own death to "summon" the Mountain God...
The so-called "ancestral bone bloodline" has long been diluted to an unknown level. How many people does one have to kill to accumulate that insignificant bit of "divine bone"?
Meng Qi quickly sent the message to the alien team, urging the undead to speed up.
After rushing all the way, they soon arrived in front of a seemingly ordinary courtyard.
The yard was shrouded in silence at this moment. The dry grass on the wall swayed gently in the breeze. There was no one around, and the silence was a little eerie. Looking from the outside, it was impossible to tell what kind of crisis was brewing inside. However, as a goddess, Meng Qi's keen intuition made her certain that there was a turbulent situation beneath the calm, and this was the location of the Ghost Mask Organization mentioned by the undead.
She looked carefully and found that, as expected, a layer of transparent barrier that seemed to be there and not there was like an invisible curtain, tightly wrapping the entire yard.
This barrier emits a faint black light, which is out of tune with the warm yellow afterglow around it, and exudes a gloomy atmosphere.
This was set up by the Ghost Mask Organization. She was very familiar with it. With this thing, she could block outside prying eyes and prevent the ceremony from being disturbed.
Damn ghost mask!
Meng Qi cursed in her heart, and when she raised her hand, a bloodthirsty sickle emitting a sharp cold light appeared in her hand.
A dark red light was flowing on the blade of the sickle, as if it was craving for the nourishment of blood.
Meng Qi frowned, her beautiful eyes flashing with determination, and she swung the sickle violently, slashing towards the barrier.
“Boom—”
There was a loud bang, like a thunder exploding out of nowhere, and a blinding light burst out where the sickle collided with the barrier.
The barrier began to shake violently, and the black light flickered wildly, as if it was trying its best to resist this powerful attack.
Meng Qi clenched her teeth and increased her spiritual power output, and the light on the sickle became stronger and stronger.
With a crisp "click" sound, the barrier finally couldn't bear the weight and was torn open by the sickle.
Meng Qi didn't have time to stop, she flashed and immediately entered the barrier.
The scene that came into her sight made her eyes widen in anger. There were several huge bronze tripods placed in the yard, with faint green flames burning in the tripods, emitting bursts of pungent smells.
On the high platform in the center, several people with painful expressions were tied up. Their bodies were covered with strange runes, and blood slowly flowed down along the runes and dripped onto the platform.
All around, a group of people in black robes and wearing ghost masks were surrounding the platform, muttering to themselves, with magical instruments in their hands flashing strange lights, and performing an evil ritual.
"You bunch of villains, today is the day you die!"
Meng Qi shouted angrily, wielding the bloodthirsty sickle in her hand vigorously, and rushed towards the few ghost-masked men closest to her.
Those ghost-masked men were caught off guard by the sudden attack and raised their magic weapons to resist.
For a moment, the yard was filled with interlaced lights and shouts of killing were deafening.
Meng Qi alone fought with the momentum of a mighty army.
Someone in the ghost mask recognized her and shouted, "It's you again!"
The voice was full of surprise and anger.
Obviously, Meng Qi's long-term pursuit of the Ghost Mask Organization made them hate it bitterly.
The present Meng Qi is no longer the same person as before. She has acquired immortal cultivation and exudes powerful spiritual energy. In the eyes of this group of ghost-masked men, she seems increasingly difficult to deal with.
Meng Qi's attack was fierce. Every time she swung the bloodthirsty sickle in her hand, it brought up a whistling sound. Wherever the sickle went, the ghost-masked men's magic weapons were cut off, and their figures retreated again and again under this powerful force.
Just as Meng Qi was about to capture the leader, something unexpected happened.
The whole yard suddenly shook violently, and complex and strange patterns slowly emerged on the ground. In the blink of an eye, a huge "Heavenly Sacrifice Formation" rose from the ground, emitting a terrifying black light, making the whole yard look eerie and terrifying.
Upon seeing this, the leader raised his head and laughed crazily. The ghost mask on his face looked particularly ferocious under the strange light: "Little girl, you can't escape today! Once this heaven-sacrificing formation is activated, no one can stop it. Just wait to be crushed by the power of God!"
His voice was sharp and frantic, and was still clearly audible amid the roar of the formation.
Meng Qi snorted coldly, her eyes full of disdain and ridicule: "Do you think this can trap me? But you, don't you see that they are preparing to sacrifice everyone in this yard? You are also a sacrifice, and you are still dreaming here!"
As she spoke, she cleverly dodged the black rays that were emitted from the formation from time to time, and the sickle in her hand was still fixed on the leader's vital points.
However, the leader seemed to be caught in some kind of fanatical obsession. His eyes were wide open, and through the gaps in the ghost mask, a crazy light flashed: "It is my honor! We will soon welcome the coming of the new god. I die for God. That is the supreme honor, which is simply not something you false gods can understand!"
His words were full of blind worship of the so-called "new gods", as if death was a shortcut to holiness for him.
Meng Qi was furious when she heard this ridiculous statement: "What false god? The Mountain God is the real God! You are a bunch of fools who have been blinded by evil. You are willing to sacrifice innocent lives for the illusory 'new god'. Today I will put an end to your crimes!"
After she finished speaking, the spiritual energy around her glowed brightly, and the power of her immortal cultivation burst out without reservation. For a moment, her figure was shrouded in dazzling light, like a god of war descending into the world.
Under the reflection of this light, the huge sacrificial formation seemed to dim a little, and Meng Qi, with an indomitable momentum, rushed towards the leader again.
She chopped off the leader's head with one knife, and thought that the crisis was over. However, she never expected that after the leader's death, all his cultivation would surge into the heaven-sacrificing formation like a flood that broke through a dam.
The formation that was originally temporarily suppressed by Meng Qi with her powerful spiritual power suddenly burst out with even more powerful force like a wild beast counterattacking crazily. The overwhelming dark force came like a tidal wave and forcibly suppressed Meng Qi.
Meng Qi knelt on one knee, supporting herself with the bloodthirsty sickle with both hands, barely trying to prevent herself from being completely crushed by this force.
She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyebrows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead, wetting her hair.
Looking up, I saw that the other ghost-masked men seemed to be driven by some crazy will. They threw themselves into the formation without hesitation, and at the cost of their own lives, injected endless energy into this evil formation.
Meng Qi's heart sank suddenly, and at this moment she realized that she had been fooled.
What do you mean it was just a coincidence that she encountered the Ghost Mask Organization? This was clearly a trap they had carefully set up, and everything was aimed at her!
They took advantage of Meng Qi's status as a goddess and her sensitivity to the distress signals of the trapped people. They deliberately arranged for the undead to lure her over, and set up this powerful heaven-sacrificing formation to eliminate her in one fell swoop.
As the formation became stronger, Meng Qi clearly felt that her own strength was being restricted and eroded bit by bit by this dark formation.
She tried to mobilize the immortal spiritual power in her body to resist, but every time she exerted force, it was like she was stuck in a thick quagmire, and it was extremely difficult.
Just when she felt a little desperate, a sinister and mocking voice came from the darkness: "So what if it's an immortal product? It still has to fall into my hands. Under this heaven-sacrificing formation, you are just a lamb to be slaughtered!"
The sound echoed all around, making people shudder, as if it came from the depths of hell.
Hearing this, Meng Qi sneered, but there was no fear in her eyes: "Really?"
Without any hesitation, she quickly recited the spell to summon the Mountain God in her mind.
In an instant, the light around her lit up again. Although it seemed a little weak under the suppression of the formation, the light contained a firm belief.
Because she knew that once she needed it, her spirit would definitely respond to her immediately.
Just as she expected, Yang Xiangwei, who was far away in Huangshan, keenly sensed Meng Qi's crisis among thousands of things.
Her eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, and she exerted her divine power without hesitation. Her consciousness was like a stream of light, instantly descending into Meng Qi's body.
When she succeeded in possessing the body, Meng Qi's body glowed with golden light. The light broke through the darkness and briefly illuminated the entire gloomy yard.
However, the voice in the darkness was not afraid at all. Instead, it became even more complacent and laughed sharply: "Hahahaha! All my painstaking preparations paid off. Today, I will borrow her divine bones to invite back our great God of Sky, Thunder, and Storm! This Heaven Sacrifice Formation is the cage prepared for you!"
As these crazy words were spoken, the black light in the formation became increasingly intense, as if responding to the shouting of that voice, and the entire space was filled with a suppressed atmosphere.
Yang Xiangwei, who was in Meng Qi's body, felt that her divine power was restricted and couldn't help but frown slightly.
He quickly checked Meng Qi's physical condition and found that because of the previous battle with the Ghost Mask Organization and the erosion of the formation, the energy in Meng Qi's body was rapidly lost like a river bursting its dam.
A trace of heartache flashed across Yang Xiangwei's eyes, and she immediately used her magic. She lightly tapped her jade fingers, and strands of soft but powerful golden threads spread out from her fingertips, instantly wrapping around Meng Qi's meridians.
These divine threads were like agile elves, quickly blocking the gap in energy loss. Meng Qi's originally dim eyes gradually regained some luster.
After Yang Xiangwei dealt with Meng Qi's condition, she looked coldly at the madly running heaven-sacrificing formation.
At this moment, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and he could see all the flaws in this evil formation.
He opened his red lips slightly, and the divine power around him surged up like a raging tsunami.
For a moment, the entire space shook violently. The golden divine light and the black array light collided with each other, making a deafening roar.
As Yang Xiangwei continued to release her divine power, cracks began to appear in the originally indestructible heaven-sacrificing formation, spreading rapidly like a spider web.
The remaining energy of the ghost mask organization in the formation was shaking like a candle in the wind under the impact of this powerful divine power.
"No! This is impossible!" The voice in the darkness screamed in horror, full of unwillingness and despair.
But Yang Xiangwei remained unmoved. She increased her divine power output, quickly formed seals with her hands in the air, and a dazzling golden beam of light shot up into the sky.
This beam of light carried endless divine power and slammed straight into the core of the heavenly sacrificial formation.
With a deafening roar, the entire formation completely collapsed. The black light dissipated in an instant, turning into countless black fragments that floated in the air like withered leaves.
The yard that was originally shrouded by the formation now saw the light of day again, and the silvery moonlight fell again, dispelling all the darkness and haze.
The ghost mask hidden in the darkness was also exposed to Yang Xiangwei.
With a glance from Yang Xiangwei, all of them were frozen in place. With another wave of her hand, their souls floated out of their bodies...
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