Meng Jiaqi was caught in a dilemma.
If she followed the original plan and led this group of people into a dead end, she, who was leading the charge, would also die without a burial place;
But if she was afraid of death and led them out of the Ten Directions Killing Formation through the safe exit, she would miss the best opportunity to get rid of this group of vicious criminals.
After weighing the two options, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "I just read another divination, and it turns out that there is a mystery hidden in this formation, and it is a trick. The previous path is not a temporary solution. Please follow me."
She cursed in her heart and walked reluctantly into another elegant and quaint old street.
It is said that the person who designed this formation took advantage of the thinking inertia that "the most dangerous place is also the safest place, and the most inconspicuous passage is exactly the exit", and deliberately set the dead end in the most dilapidated alley.
Anyone who firmly believes in the above words has already stepped half a foot into the gate of hell.
And this long street with beautiful decorations is the real exit.
As the crowd gradually went deeper into the long street, the misty fog around them slowly and quietly dissipated, leaving a layer of unclear mist hanging lightly in the corners of the eaves.
There were eternal lanterns burning on both sides of the street. When Ningning looked up and looked around, little stars strung together in a line appeared in her pupils.
Different from the buildings I have seen before, the buildings here are tall, with carved beams and painted rafters, and the eaves are upturned like flying birds. The wooden walls have an ancient charm and a faint fragrance of the woods after the rain. At first glance, they look like silent giants lined up in rows, exuding a sense of insidious oppression.
“This should be the former commercial district, right?”
The dazzling array of clothing and jewelry in the store still retains the appearance of a hundred years ago. Ningning is a young girl after all, and she was dazzled for a moment: "Jallan City must have been very prosperous back then."
Meng Jiaqi subconsciously said proudly: "That's natural."
After a pause, he felt that this sentence exposed his tendency too obviously, so he added with a dry laugh: "I heard from my father that this place was once prosperous and was a famous city among the demons."
"Hey, look! That person standing over there is not that person—"
He Zhizhou's voice suddenly rang out, almost breaking with excitement: "Your senior sister Zheng Weiqi!"
Ningning moved her fingertips when she heard that and looked in the direction he was looking.
When I saw this, I was immediately stunned.
A blood-stained figure stood in front of the shop at the end of the street, holding onto the pillar in front of the door while looking down at a small notebook and recording something.
When I looked at the person's face again, it was covered in blood as if he had just stepped off the Peking Opera stage, and he was just short of singing the line "The red-faced Guan Gong fights in Changsha". After trying hard to identify him, it was Zheng Weiqi.
As for her men's clothes, they were also stained with blood, some from other people and some from herself. There were several bloody wounds on her arms and calves, which were almost solidified.
Ning Ning was terrified and quickly called out, "Senior Sister!"
Upon hearing this, Peking Opera master Zheng Weiqi looked up and gave her a simple and honest smile, coughing up blood as she laughed: "Ningning is here! Come and see, there are so many beautiful ideas in this jewelry store. Thanks to them, I suddenly came up with many new ideas, and there is hope for me to make money by selling goods!"
shock! A student from a vocational and technical college of Xiuxian was physically disabled but had a strong will. He actually did such a thing even though he was covered in blood!
——So you were clearly coughing up blood, but your first reaction was not to heal your wounds, but to develop your business of selling goods, sister! There is no need, there is really no need!
Ning Ning was worried, so she walked over to her and asked, "Sister, how did you get hurt so badly?"
"Oh! You mean that?"
It was not until this moment that Zheng Weiqi finally realized that she was injured. She glanced at it casually and chuckled nonchalantly, "There are many formations in the city. I accidentally stepped on a few and fought a few battles with the various residual souls inside. It's no big deal."
After she finished speaking, her eyes lit up again, and she greeted Ningning with great interest: "Don't worry about that, come and see my newly designed silver hairpin! It combines the ancient and the modern, and there is an imperceptible little mechanism at the end, which is definitely--"
Before he could finish his words, blood spurted out of his mouth. Along with the lingering sound, people who didn't know would have thought that the musical fountain was dyed red.
Zheng Weiqi was horrified: "Oh no, my manuscript is stained!"
Ningning: ...
How should I put it, the train of thought of you sword cultivators is truly unique.
While the two were talking, the other three also walked along the long street.
After introducing each other, Meng Jiaqi looked at Zheng Weiqi's red face like Xiguataro and came up with an idea.
She is a vixen with a red bloodline and is very good at teasing others. Hearing Ningning call her "Senior Sister", she must have a high status. If she could win her favor, she would no longer be bullied by the other three.
Zheng Weiqi is currently seriously injured and is at her weakest. She only needs to create a gentle place that no one can refuse, so that the other person will willingly indulge in it and treat her with all his heart. This move is a beauty trap.
"Miss Zheng."
Meng Jiaqi covered her mouth in surprise, stepped forward to hold Zheng Weiqi's arm, and leaned towards her intentionally or unintentionally: "How did you get hurt so badly? I think, why don't we take a good rest first, and let me apply some medicine to Miss Zheng?"
Zheng Weiqi had always been fascinated by this street. When she heard this suggestion, she immediately smiled and nodded: "That's exactly what I was thinking! Then listen to Miss Meng and stay here first--"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was suddenly stunned.
Meng Jiaqi pursed her lips and smiled softly, with a hint of pride in her eyes.
She secretly released a charming fragrance that could make anyone who smelled it become obsessed with her and double their favorability towards her. The reason why she was not used to deal with others was because her cultivation was not high and she was of no use to the others.
But Zheng Weiqi was seriously injured and would definitely not be able to resist.
"Miss Meng smells so good!"
The flattering smile in Zheng Weiqi's tone became more and more obvious, which made her sneer in her heart.
The stinky swordsman still fell into her hands in the end.
Unexpectedly, the woman beside him suddenly paused and lowered her voice mysteriously: "Ms. Meng, based on my experience, you must have been marinated by low-quality cosmetics. Why don't you take a look at my exclusive secret facial cream and cinnabar, which definitely don't have these weird smells."
Meng Jiaqi:……?
The cosmetics are marinated.
etc.
So her so-called "flattering smile" was not due to being deceived, but a kind of——
What tone do merchants use when persuading people to buy goods? !
Are you sick? ! !
Meng Jiaqi is so angry.
But I have to finish the play I'm acting in even if I cry.
So she forced a smile and listened to Zheng Weiqi talking for a whole incense stick of time about buying and selling goods and the things to know about cosmetics. In the end, she became really impatient, but found that the other party had completely forgotten the passage of time and continued to talk nonsense.
When one plan failed, Meng Jiaqi came up with another one.
She ignored the words of the senior sister of Xuanxu Sword Sect and nodded continuously like the hand of a lucky cat. Finally, she saw the right moment, moved her feet, and pounced forward.
It just happened to fall onto Zheng Weiqi's chest.
The blood stains on her clothes covered her hands and face. Meng Jiaqi felt disgusted, but she said tenderly, "I'm sorry, I think I sprained my ankle. I'll get up right away—ah!"
She was halfway up when she suddenly pretended to be in great pain and threw herself into Zheng Weiqi's arms again.
This move will make men fall in love with it and women feel soft-hearted. No one can resist it.
As expected, Zheng Weiqi was slightly stunned, and finally there was a hint of nervousness in her tone: "Are you okay, Miss Meng?"
"I'm fine."
Meng Jiaqi was about to cry, and pretended to wipe away her tears: "It's just that my legs and feet hurt, and I may not be able to move for a while... I'm sorry, I've caused trouble to everyone, I'm really useless."
"Don't say that, Miss Meng!"
Zheng Weiqi's tone was urgent, and she subconsciously curled the corners of her mouth. However, the next moment, the smile was strangled in the cradle.
Zheng Weiqi said seriously: "Although Miss Meng is still useless because of the strange smell, you can't say that you are useless! You——"
The scene fell into an awkward silence.
He Zhizhou, who was watching the show on the sidelines, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Zheng Weiqi was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, why did I speak out my true feelings directly."
Meng Jiaqi: …
She is so tired.
She is just an ordinary, adorable little fox, why is she destined to endure such human suffering?
Her body is still here, but her heart has already left with the dead Qin Chuan.
"Ms. Meng, don't worry! I'm here and I won't let you hold us back."
Seeing her sad expression, Zheng Weiqi frantically tried to remedy the situation: "I have made a walking machine. You can keep up with us without having to walk yourself."
The eldest senior sister under Tianxianzi's tutelage is a money-making maniac. In addition to buying and selling goods at the foot of the mountain, she also created her own sword techniques, published books, and invented some novel gadgets.
Meng Jiaqi tried hard to force a smile that was uglier than crying: "You say."
“That’s it!”
Zheng Weiqi became interested immediately after getting the approval. The storage bag in his hand flashed with golden light, and a huge device that looked like a waterwheel suddenly appeared on the ground.
There is also a wooden board running horizontally in the middle, like an execution rack.
"My manufacturing principle is borrowed from waterwheels and windmills. It's like this."
She spoke eloquently, her eyes sparkling: "As long as you are tied to the middle of the wheel and another person pushes it forward, it will turn and carry you forward at the same time - it saves effort and worry, doesn't it?"
Meng Jiaqi: Haha.
You are not a means of transportation, but an automatic execution tool.
A normal person would die after being tied up and turned around a few times, okay? In their demon world, there is a torture tool that is exactly the same as this thing, okay?
She was tired of saying those four words. But--
You are just sick! ! !
She thought she had finally met a normal person, but why are you more troublesome than the other three, sister? Do you in the Xuanxu sect rank seniority according to the degree of illness?
Zheng Weiqi's eyes were full of stars as she looked at her with great anticipation.
Meng Jiaqi knew that this meant for her to come forward and use it.
She could already imagine what it would look like after some time.
A dying fox was tied to a wooden rack like meat on a chopping board. As the waterwheel turned, its vomit bloomed in the air into a flower that never faded.
He Zhizhou was laughing so hard that he was braying like a donkey. Ning Ning couldn't bear it and interrupted their conversation: "Senior Sister, Senior Brother He and I were traveling in the city before and found a letter written in the ancient characters of Jialan City. I'm afraid there are many monsters in the city, and they are all related to the ancient city. Maybe they are the survivors of Jialan a hundred years ago."
Zheng Weiqi finally came to her senses from her frenzied sales pitch and coughed reluctantly, "Really? If they are really the remnants of Galan, then what is their purpose in stealing the souls of the people? Is it for the young city lord in the rumors?"
It was only then that she finally showed some of the temperament of a decent disciple: "For the sake of that one person, countless people were made to suffer a fate worse than death. This is really hateful."
"Soul stealing?"
After a very brief silence, a confused female voice sounded softly, as if mumbling to herself: "Didn't it only absorb the essence?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were focused on Meng Jiaqi who was speaking.
Quietly is the sound of farewell, and silence is the Cambridge tonight.
"You, you guys are looking at what I am doing!"
Meng Jiaqi knew she had said something wrong, her face flushed and she stammered, "I heard from my father that everyone in the city had their essence taken away, not their souls. Essence taken away can be restored. How can you say that life is worse than death? You are simply slandering me!"
This tone, this expression.
Just like protecting a calf.
Ningning held back the words "The daddy you are talking about, is it you?" and pretended to look around at the scenery.
Everyone was helping Miss Meng to cover her vest, but who would have thought that she was actually a suicide truck, carrying bombs and gunpowder and rumbling on the road, performing a game of "I kill myself" on the spot.
Meng Jiaqi's mind was in a mess after being tossed around by this group of people. She was extremely anxious at the moment. She also noticed that something was wrong with their faces. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "You don't believe me? I'm really a good person!"
One, good guy.
Grass, I used to say it casually when I was a fox.
The suicide truck drove away with a bang. She thought the previous sentence was the end of everything, but she didn't expect it was just the beginning.
Meng Jiaqi: …
Ningning: ...
Meng Jiaqi: “Heh.”
Meng Jiaqi: "Have I been exposed?"
Ning Ning saw that she looked a little strange, as if she had been stimulated by something. After thinking for a while, she comforted her: "Ms. Meng, don't be too sad. In fact, your acting skills are still very good. We didn't notice anything wrong."
Unexpectedly, the other party was stunned for a moment, and then a crazy upward arc appeared from the corner of his mouth. He interrupted her with a voice that was about to break: "Sad? Who said I was sad!"
As she spoke, she burst into laughter. It was hard to tell whether the laughter was filled with crazy joy or sadness that made her burst into tears: "Oh, good, I'm exposed! Hahahahahahaha, I'm finally exposed!"
The whole world is celebrating, beating drums and gongs, there is such a great thing in the world!
Finally, she doesn't have to pretend to be nice to this group of people anymore! Screw the poor little white flower, screw the undercover agent, she had no choice before, but now she just wants to be a bad guy, hahahaha!
Ningning seemed to want to say something but stopped herself and exchanged a glance with the senior sister beside her.
Meng Jiaqi shivered all over, and finally said without hesitation what had been hidden in her heart for a long time: "You are a bunch of ruthless people, you are not human!"
"You!" She turned her head sharply and looked at Ning Ning, her face grim. "You attacked the hostages the moment we met, saying something like 'surrender quickly if the hostage is dead'. Later, you even let a weak woman like me act as a human shield. You are a complete scumbag!"
Ningning: ...
“And you!”
Meng Jiaqi turned around suddenly, almost choking on her breath, and glared at Zheng Weiqi fiercely: "Do you have a mental illness? Is that something that a human can make? Bah! Hurry up and kill yourself with it, idiot! Also, what do you mean by makeup marinated? That's my body odor!"
Zheng Weiqi: …
Meng Jiaqi felt refreshed after the retort, and looked at He Zhizhou on the other side: "And you! 'The autopsy results show that the deceased died during the autopsy'? What's in your underdeveloped brain! Qin Chuan's vengeance will definitely be remembered by me, and I will not let you go even if I become a ghost! Just wait and see!"
He Zhizhou: ...
She finally looked at Pei Ji.
Pei Ji's expression remained unchanged, he even raised his eyebrows coldly, looking at her with a bit of mockery and provocation.
Meng Jiaqi laughed inwardly and just ignored him with a stiff expression.
"Miss Meng," Ning Ning took a tentative step forward, "are you okay?"
"What 'Miss Meng'?"
Meng Jiaqi frowned and said in a firm tone, "Come on, call me 'the most evil spy'!"
Ning Ning didn't dare to irritate this fragile nerve any more, so she could only blink hesitantly, and said in a soft voice, "Okay, okay. Um... you, the unforgivable spy."
ah.
Meng Jiaqi felt like she was bathed in spring breeze and took a deep breath.
The sound of nature.
These seven words are so precious. Her world is now filled with fragrant flowers and green grass, and her broken heart is finally mended.
"Don't talk. Let's feel it with our hearts."
Meng Jiaqi closed her eyes and grinned until her mouth cramped: "I, Meng Jiaqi, am an unforgivable spy. Hehehe."
"Help, help!"
He Zhizhou's scalp went numb when he heard this, and he dug his toes into the soles of his shoes. "Did Miss Meng go crazy because of what we did to her? With her appearance, she could act out "The Grudge" or "The Village Corpse" in a matter of minutes. Kayako and Chu Renmei would call her an expert if they saw her."
Ning Ning was also a little worried. After thinking for a moment, she took a step closer to her and spoke in a louder voice: "Miss Meng, I want to show you something."
Meng Jiaqi turned her head in a trance and watched Ningning take out the storage bag and take something out of it.
A white ball with a slight pink tint, and two long ears that look like rabbit ears.
etc.
rabbit?
A big, fat white rabbit jumped out of the storage bag, but because Ningning was holding its ears, it could only swing its limbs around randomly.
While twisting her body and bowing, she yelled and a strong male voice resounded through the streets: "Happy New Year, big brothers and big sisters! I bow to you all once, twice, and three times. I hope you will let me go home. I am really scared——"
When Rabbit said this, his eyes widened and he suddenly froze, looking at Meng Jiaqi from a distance with disbelief on his face.
Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I can never forget your face.
The two unforgivable villain spies were speechless, with vicissitudes of life in their eyes. In the end, they all cried out at the same time, and the degree of their misery was comparable to the incessant cries of monkeys on both sides of the river.
——"Chuan'er!"
——"Sister Qizi!"
The cold wind blew up the woman's long black hair like a waterfall and the rabbit's messy white hair.
The man and the rabbit looked at each other in silence, with tears flowing like two lines of Lanzhou ramen.
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