[Qin Chuan died, and the monks entered the game. ］
Meng Jiaqi sent the dove carrying the message into the sky, stood there and silently mourned for her good colleague Qin Chuan for a while, then returned to Ning Ning and He Zhizhou with a haggard look on her face.
The two of them traveled a long way, and after entering the city of Galan, they had to face all kinds of murderous intentions lurking in the dark. Therefore, the most urgent thing is not to rush forward like a fool, but to eat something to fill your stomach first.
Meng Jiaqi left for a while, using the excuse of "wanting to be alone for some time", and when she came back she could already smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and barbecued meat.
The sweet potatoes were sweet and fragrant, and the unknown pieces of meat skewered on the wooden sticks by Ningning exuded a natural meaty aroma. At this time, there was a faint smell of fireworks, which made her, who was exhausted, feel moved and swallowed quietly.
"Do monks also need to eat?"
Meng Jiaqi acted like an innocent girl, stepped forward and asked, "I heard that all immortal disciples need to fast and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and usually do not touch worldly food."
"Bigu? I sometimes did that when I was in Xuanxu Sect."
He Zhizhou was peeling sweet potatoes and took a deep breath because of the burn. He looked up at her quickly and said, "But that's because the food in the cafeteria is expensive and tastes bad! Now that we have finally come down the mountain, who can resist the temptation of delicious food? Forget the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the enjoyment on the tongue is the most comfortable."
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth...screw it?
This person is indeed abnormal.
In order to achieve enlightenment and become immortal, monks often resort to any means necessary, competing for opportunities and secret treasures, refusing to eat or drink, and some even castrate themselves. However, he bluntly threw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth aside, which can be said to be out of place and extremely weird.
"Miss Meng, this piece of meat is for you."
Ningning handed the skewer in her hand to her: "We left in a hurry and didn't bring much supplies. Please forgive me for not having much meat."
Meng Jiaqi was very into the role, flattered and smiled: "Thank you very much! It is a great favor for you two to save me from the murderer."
After saying that, she took the skewer and took a bite gently like a real lady.
Ningning was right, their meat reserves were indeed very limited. This skewer of meat is light, thin and small, but after being roasted, the rich aroma of fat in it is stimulated to the maximum extent, and the taste is surprisingly not bad.
Meng Jiaqi chewed for a long time, and then heard Ning Ning ask again: "Miss Meng, how does it taste?"
She said honestly, "It's good. What kind of meat is this? It tastes quite amazing."
The moment these words came out, Ningning looked at her with curved eyes.
Almost instinctively, Meng Jiaqi felt a chill down her spine.
She had a bad feeling.
Before she could prepare herself mentally, she heard the seemingly well-behaved and pretty little girl laugh softly.
Then a few words uttered softly from his throat, like the whisper of a devil: "It's bird meat. Judging from the appearance of the bird when it was alive, it should be a pigeon, right?"
Bird meat.
Pigeon.
Meng Jiaqi had a heart attack.
——Isn’t this the magical dove she released? ! !
Spirit pigeon, your death is so tempting, oh no, so cruel! ! !
He Zhizhou was absorbed in the roasted sweet potatoes and nodded: "The bird was so white and flew over my head in an instant. It's edible, so who cares what it is - Miss Meng also thought it tasted good."
Meng Jiaqi took one look at the piece of meat that she had mostly eaten, and all the smiles on her face froze.
She felt she would never get better.
However, Ning Ning did not seem to notice that her expression was amiss, and she added sincerely, "We also found a piece of paper on its leg. It was filled with dense characters. It should be the monsters in this city communicating with each other. It's a pity that those characters are not universal, so we can't understand their meaning."
Meng Jiaqi breathed a sigh of relief, which was rare.
The demons in Galan City have their own writing system, which ordinary humans cannot understand. If they understood the meaning of the letter, she would be in big trouble.
"When we came down the mountain this time, we thought that some daring demon had absorbed the essence of the people and then escaped here to hide. But from my observation, the words on the letter paper are exactly the same as the font on the stone tablet in Jialan City. It should have been written by the survivors in the city. In addition, there was a carrier pigeon carrying the letter--"
Ning Ning thought for a moment and said slowly, "That means there is more than one monster in the city, and it is very likely closely related to this ancient city that has been lost for a hundred years."
That's right.
Meng Jiaqi originally thought that she was a fool and her heart trembled when she heard that and she quietly clutched the edge of her skirt. As she concentrated and held her breath, she heard Ningning's voice again: "Ms. Meng grew up in a nearby city. Have you ever heard of the rumors about Galan City?"
"...I heard my father mention the legend of Galan City."
She was walking on thin ice and could only grit her teeth and play the trick to the end: "It is rumored that this city was once glorious and was the paradise of the demon race, but for some reason, a flood fell from the sky and submerged the entire city." He Zhizhou asked curiously: "Flood fell from the sky? Why?"
A fleeting trace of hatred flashed across the woman's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a flattering smile: "How could Jiaqi know what happened more than three hundred years ago? This question is really impossible to answer."
"I have heard that the young city lord back then was extremely handsome and talented, and was one of the most talented demon cultivators."
Ningning said this with a hint of gossip, and added with some regret at the end: "It's a pity that such a wonderful person was buried at the bottom of the lake - but if you think about it carefully, if there is anyone who can create a barrier for Jialan City to resist the flood, it should be him, right?"
He Zhizhou looked up at the huge barrier above his head, and saw gurgling water, shining like jade. Occasionally, a fish swam past the barrier, creating ripples that were touching.
The lake outside the barrier and the misty water inside the barrier were all reflecting the dim light. He was fascinated by it and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "To resist such a turbulent wave, it must cost a lot of spiritual power - can he hold on?"
"Who knows?"
Ningning stood up from the ground and looked at the majestic buildings standing in the west.
The original novel only told her very roughly that Young City Lord Galan used all his skills to resist the flood. But what was the source of the flood and what was the final outcome of the city of Galan were never mentioned.
It only tells a general story, in which the hero Pei Ji overcomes all obstacles and finally kills the elder in the city who has evil intentions. As for the young city lord who had been laid out for a long time, he never appeared from beginning to end.
It has no beginning or end and is very weird.
What's more... ever since the incident in the ancient forest, Ning Ning inevitably began to question the original work -
It seemed as if there was always something that was invisible and intangible, hidden very secretly, deliberately not allowing her to know.
It was also after that that Ningning began to think seriously for the first time about the real purpose of the system selecting her to play the role of the vicious female supporting role.
But she couldn't figure it out.
"The man who held you hostage told us to head west."
Ning Ning picked up the Star Mark Sword and smiled, not thinking about anything else: "As long as we reach the end, we will definitely find something."
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Almost there.
The darkness in Meng Jiaqi's eyes suddenly deepened, and the corners of her mouth quietly curled up into an imperceptible arc.
The elders sent her to act as an undercover agent, naturally intending to lead this group of monks to their death.
Since the residents in the city gradually woke up, in order to prevent invasion by outsiders, many life-threatening formations and mechanisms have been set up in Galan City. And where they were about to arrive was one of the most dangerous ones.
Ten-direction killing array.
As the name suggests, it is to first trap the person who enters the formation in a space through sleight of hand and illusion and prevent him from leaving. The formation is full of dangers. If you take a wrong step, you will encounter disasters that are unimaginable to ordinary people.
Meng Jiaqi smiled for the first time in a long time.
She only needed to lead the two people around her into the formation, point out the wrong path for them, wait for them to go astray, and then disappear without anyone noticing.
No one would notice when the woman walking at the end of the team disappeared.
The Ten Directions Killing Formation is approaching.
"Strange, why is there fog here?"
He Zhizhou frowned as he spoke, raised his head and sniffed the air: "There is still a fragrance... Is this a drug incense or incense?"
Ningning held her breath and looked around.
Misty white fog gradually grew from all directions, like formless ghosts and apparitions, clinging quietly between the walls and the cracks in the ground. The shadows of the houses and trees were thick and dark, blending with the fog, creating a rather eerie and terrifying feeling.
An unknown fragrance lingered around her nose, but she didn't dare to smell it any more. She was concentrating on observing the changes around her.
“What is this?”
Meng Jiaqi cried out tremblingly and hugged He Zhizhou's arm beside her.
Unexpectedly, the guy was so timid. He thought he was haunted by a female ghost. His eyes widened and his body froze. He let out a scream that was even louder than hers, then he suddenly raised his arm and pushed her to the side.
Meng Jiaqi fell to the ground with a plop like a ping-pong ball.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
He Zhizhou's old face turned red. He took a few steps forward and pulled her right hand upwards. Unexpectedly, he heard Meng Jiaqi scream again: "Stop! It's dislocated! It's dislocated! Hiss——!"
He didn't dare to move at all.
Meng Jiaqi was so angry that she was shaking. She wanted to cut the two bastards into pieces right there and then, but because of the plan, she could only force herself to smile and swallow her anger: "No problem."
——It doesn’t matter, you big-headed ghost! It hurts her so much, okay?
The drama in her mind has changed from "an undercover's self-cultivation" to "a guide to baking kebabs". She even began to think seriously about how to marinate this scum to make it most flavorful.
Now they were in the battle, and she knew which path would lead to death. As long as we can trick these two people into coming in with sweet words, everything will be done.
Meng Jiaqi suppressed her anger and was about to speak, but she saw Ning Ning's eyes light up and she called out softly, "Pei Ji!"
...Pei Ji? Who is Pei Ji?
She looked up in embarrassment and met a pair of cold black eyes.
Compared with Ningning and the others, Pei Ji's situation is worse.
The long sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, and scarlet blood gathered along the edge into a small river, then slowly dripped onto the ground. As for his face and the back of his hands, they were stained with blood, which had dried into splattered dark red marks. Against the backdrop of his pale and thin face, he looked even more sinister.
Like a wind carrying the smell of blood, and also like a lone wolf that has just experienced a battle.
In short, he doesn't look like a righteous disciple of Qingfeng Jiuyue, and looks murderous.
When he saw Meng Jiaqi, the young man called "Pei Ji" looked stern and the long sword in his hand made a buzzing sound.
Subconsciously, she felt a murderous intent.
"No, no, no! Don't get excited!"
Ning Ning knew that he noticed something was wrong with Meng Jiaqi, so she quickly used her voice transmission to quietly poke him, roughly summarizing the woman's identity and purpose, and finally told him concisely: "Now she is the only one who knows the exit of the formation. If we want to get out, we have to keep Meng Jiaqi here."
After transmitting the message, she coughed lightly and pulled Meng Jiaqi's sleeve: "Ms. Meng, that's my junior brother Pei Ji. Junior brother, this Miss Meng Jiaqi lives in a nearby city and accidentally fell here. We should help her if we can. What's with the blood on your body?"
As she said this, she couldn't help but think, it's strange, why did she meet Pei Ji here, is this place described in the original book?
Moreover, Pei Ji's appearance at this moment was completely different from the original. Ningning remembered that he should have passed the level unscathed, instead of being covered in blood.
"This is the Ten Directions Killing Formation."
The hostility in Pei Ji's eyes dimmed a little, and he said in a calm voice: "There are murderous intentions everywhere, and almost every road is equipped with hidden weapons, puppets, illusions, and the residual souls of ferocious beasts. If you want to leave, there is another way besides breaking the formation."
No way.
Meng Jiaqi's heart paused for a moment.
——No one would want to try the second way.
She looked at Pei Ji again with a complicated expression.
He was wearing black clothes, so it was hard to tell how much blood was on them, but the wounds on his cheeks and arms clearly showed that he must have gone through several tough battles.
At the same time, the young man's clear voice reached her ears, making her feel cold on her back: "Just stop killing with killing, break the formation with killing, and kill all the murderous intentions in all directions, and you will be able to escape successfully."
Just?
There are so many life-threatening levels, and you just brushed them aside with just these two words?
And he did just that.
Meng Jiaqi cursed inwardly.
Okay, she has met three people from Xuanxu Sword Sect so far.
A fool, a liar, and now a complete lunatic.
What can stop killing with killing, what can break the formation with killing.
——Even a demon cultivator wouldn’t say that! Do you know what the Ten Directions Killing Formation means? Every step you take is a dead end, and there are deadly things everywhere.
However, this kid wanted to tell those dormant murderous intentions, I'm sorry, you are all surrounded by me?
As expected of you sword cultivators, you are always using your actions to tell her that life is full of surprises.
Meng Jiaqi was shocked when she heard this. Ning Ning frowned and took a few steps closer to him, and handed Pei Ji a handkerchief: "Wipe the blood quickly. You want to beat ten people alone? How can you be so capable? What if something happens accidentally? There is no one to take care of you in such a big place, you——"
After a pause, he added with a straight face: "I'm not worried about you, it's just that if anything happens to you, Master will definitely scold me."
Pei Ji turned his eyes away from her and wanted to reach out to take it, but he felt his fingertips were wet.
——He fought desperately to break out of the encirclement, and his palms were already covered in blood.
He has always been a straightforward person, and can make decisions without hesitation whether it is drawing a sword or slaying demons. But somehow, at this moment, he felt a little hesitant. His fingertips moved slightly and fell heavily on the thin black clothes.
Seeing that he didn't make any movement, Ningning subconsciously lowered her head to look at Pei Ji's empty left hand. She happened to see him wiping his fingers calmly and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"This is originally given to you to wipe the blood off. Why are you so particular about it?"
She didn't expect that this man had so many little thoughts. She raised her arm with a handkerchief and wiped the bloodstain on the side of his cheek.
The snow-white handkerchief was stained with rich red. The boy's breathing stagnated and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Look, now it's covered in blood, too."
Seeing the blood on Pei Ji's face spread out like a cat with a bruised face, Ning Ning grabbed his left hand with one hand and stuffed a handkerchief into his hand with the other hand: "Wipe it yourself."
Meng Jiaqi listened to them anxiously, and finally said in a low voice: "No, there is no need to go through the trouble of breaking the formation by killing."
This new guy is like a mad dog. If we let him run around, he might accidentally stumble into the correct exit.
Therefore, she decided to strike first and directly told them that they would surely die if they entered: "I once learned Qimen Dunjia and Bagua Fengshui from my grandfather, and I can barely decipher some formations... I observed that this formation has only one exit."
She pointed to an inconspicuous alley on the street and said firmly: "It's here."
He Zhizhou was skeptical: "Are you sure?"
"If not, can't we also escape the formation by fighting our way out like Master Pei said?"
Meng Jiaqi responded without hesitation: "The three of you are all elite disciples of the sect. With you here, we shouldn't be stumped by the mechanical monsters in the formation, right?"
Okay, now it’s time to wait for you to fall into the trap.
The upright disciples always think highly of themselves, and once provoked a little, they will inevitably act rashly and do what she says. What's more, they currently have no other choice but to believe her lies.
At that time, she would follow the end of the team and leave quietly without saying a word, and this group of people would surely die.
“It seems there is no other way.”
Ningning looked around and saw that the fog was getting thicker and thicker. She could faintly hear the howling of the wind and the heavy growls of wild beasts. She thought that the longer she stayed here, the more dangerous the situation would become.
Meng Jiaqi suppressed her laughter and nodded, listening to her continue: "Then please trouble Miss Meng to walk in front and clear the way for us."
Meng Jiaqi:?
Meng Jiaqi:? ? ?
Wait, what is this girl talking about?
If she was asked to walk in front and lead the way, how could she take the opportunity to escape as planned? As disciples of the prestigious Xuanxu Sword Sect, do you really want to let an ordinary girl take risks and act as a human shield in the front?
This is really unconventional!
Meng Jiaqi gritted her teeth and said in a soft voice, "But it's so dangerous to walk in the first row. I'm scared."
Ning Ning answered as a matter of course: "It is because we are worried about you that we have to follow Miss Meng to make sure you are safe enough."
"This, this is not appropriate."
Meng Jiaqi smiled bitterly: "The Ten Directions Killing Formation is extremely dangerous. If I lead the charge, what if I encounter some monster...what should I do then?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the clanging sound of a long sword being sheathed beside her.
The boy in black seemed to be smiling, and the teardrop mole under his eyes was stained with layers of blood, as if he could make his eyes faint with a gloomy deathly aura: "Now that the girl is under our control, I'm afraid there is no reason to bargain."
Meng Jiaqi: …
I almost forgot about this troublemaker.
Ningning is a smiling tiger and a black lotus. It is difficult to see what is hidden behind her smiling face, but this person is completely different from her.
Pei Ji was blatantly evil, obviously cold, and unabashedly vicious.
The mocking look in his eyes, coupled with the cold words, simply told her: "I am not a good person."
——But you are neither a demon nor a monster, you are a disciple of a famous and upright sect!
Is this something a decent person would do?
Ning Ning glanced at him and sighed, "Junior brother, don't scare Miss Meng. She is a weak woman who is alone in such a dangerous situation. She must have been frightened a long time ago. Let me comfort her. Miss Meng will definitely understand our good intentions."
Pei Ji was very sensible, looking at her coldly: "She is stubborn and will not change, there is no point in keeping her."
The corner of Meng Jiaqi's mouth twitched.
Don’t think she can’t see that one of them is playing the good guy and the other is playing the bad guy! You two really are from the same school, and you're even working together, right?
God is my witness. Before receiving the undercover mission, Meng Jiaqi had imagined countless times his own majestic exit and the furious looks of these monks when they realized they had been tricked.
But now, three Jindan-stage cultivators are shamelessly forcing an innocent girl to act as a human shield. Who is the villain? !
Ningning saw her face turning pale and blue, and immediately understood that Meng Jiaqi was referring to a dead end with no return.
This is her biggest intention in keeping Meng Jiaqi by her side.
Among the four, she is the only one who knows Galan City well. Once encountering a mechanism array like now, Meng Jiaqi will definitely not step into a dead end herself. As long as she keeps pressing, she can force her to tell the correct path out of necessity.
"Don't be afraid, Miss Meng. I have already thought of a way out for you."
Ningning secretly drew an X on this alley in her heart and comforted her softly, "If you encounter danger, you can just escape to a remote and dark corner, tidy up your clothes and lie down quietly. In this way--"
Meng Jiaqi had very little rationality left, and on the verge of giving up, she reluctantly responded, "In this way, the monster will think I'm dead? But no one would believe such a trick, right?"
"Who said it was a trick?"
Ning Ning looked at her sincerely and explained earnestly, "What I mean is, if Miss Meng died like this, her body wouldn't rot and stink too quickly, and it would even look a little more beautiful - girls, after all, love beauty."
Meng Jiaqi: …
Meng Jiaqi's face was twisted into a knot.
Sad twist.
——She finally understood that as sword cultivators, they would not say a word of what people said. What sin had she committed in her previous life that caused her to encounter these bird-people with broken wings?
Meng Jiaqi was exhausted both physically and mentally, and really wanted to shout, "Get out of here!"
But what can she do?
Here, there is a mentally ill fool, a conscienceless smiling tiger, and a killer with murderous eyes, all of whom are staring at her covetously, and she is surrounded by enemies on all sides.
She could only take a deep breath and said with a trembling voice, "Miss Ning, are all beautiful women as cruel as you? How can you say such inhumane words from your beautiful mouth!"
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