Chapter 243: White Orchid Rain Festival (Twenty-Five)
Bailan City was covered with a layer of yellow sand, and it seemed that it had not experienced rain for some time.
So even though the dragons suddenly appeared and the strange dragon was still circling in the air, the people who were shouting and calling for killing just now were stunned for a moment, and then they were happy about the rain.
But after reason regained the upper hand, they did not forget their original intention and the confirmed conjecture.
"She is indeed from the dragon clan, look at her..."
"Quick, kill them, kill them..."
The heavy rain blurred the human vision, but loud voices were heard from the crowd from time to time. Some people who had originally planned to stand by and watch this farce, after seeing the dragon clan really appear, could no longer stand by and watch, even for their own safety.
The fire was put out, but it didn't matter, they just got started.
Jiusheng was still tied to the altar. She didn't even glance at the people who were about to gather around her. Instead, she stared at the dragon hovering in the air from beginning to end, muttering some incomprehensible words in her mouth, like some ancient language.
The rain came unexpectedly. Bei Xi first pulled Nan Huan into his arms and shielded him from the rain before he reached for his rain gear from the control panel.
Nan Huan also followed Jiusheng's gaze to the dragon in the air. Its body kept changing between black and red. It obviously looked free in the air, but its expression seemed to be very painful. Occasionally, it looked at Jiusheng with a look that always seemed to have some deep meaning.
Although it was clearly a dragon, Nan Huan felt as if he could understand the other's eyes. It seemed to be in some kind of pain and out of his control.
Jiusheng was still reciting those ancient words, and her face became paler and paler, as if every word she recited was putting a heavy burden on her body.
Looking at the residents who had courageously gone up to the altar, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, the dragon hovering in the air seemed extremely impatient, and it turned several times on the spot, eager to break free from some kind of control.
Until someone had arrived in front of Jiusheng, and the moment he slowly raised the knife and was about to fall, a shrill dragon roar was heard in the air. The dragon had turned completely red and rushed straight towards the altar.
However, when Nan Huan heard the dragon's roar, she felt that her heart inexplicably paused for a beat, and a feeling as if something dormant had awakened came into her heart.
Before she could feel it more carefully, the feeling had disappeared.
The huge tail wing rolled up wind and rain, and swept all the people on the altar down. The ropes on Jiusheng's body were immediately untied, and his weak body was swept up by the dragon's huge tail.
But it was obvious that the dragon had no intention of letting go of these residents who had already developed murderous intentions. The tip of its tail swung casually, and lightning flashed in the sky, moving in the direction that would indiscriminately strike those ignorant humans.
But at the last moment, Jiusheng's hand touched the other's head.
"Take back the lightning."
There was no blame in her tone, as if she was just stating a fact, and her movements were very gentle.
The dragon was obviously unwilling and let out two loud cries, as if expressing its dissatisfaction.
They are the ones who have made you like this, why should you let them go?
"We agreed on this from the beginning, don't you remember?"
Jiusheng touched her head again, as if to comfort her, and gave her a forced smile, "I'm fine, right?"
The dragon was still reluctant and barked twice more. This time, Nan Huan couldn't tell what it was protesting just from its expression.
Just after calling out these two times, Jiusheng and the dragon both looked towards the horizon.
Finally, the dragon compromised and let the perpetrators go. The people who had managed to escape the heavy rain ran in panic, which seemed to indicate that the peaceful situation had come to an end.
"Jiusheng is the Saint, right?" Most of the people in front of the altar had already left. In order not to attract the attention of the man and the dragon, they had temporarily left there. Alice looked back every few steps, "It should be from here that the people of Bailan City began to believe in the Dragon God, right?"
She knew that what she was seeing now were things that had happened in the past, and based on what they already knew, she pieced together the facts to get a rough idea.
"Hasn't he witnessed the might of the Dragon God and the Saint Maiden? Then why did he abandon the Dragon God in the end?"
Nan Huan folded his arms, stood under the eaves, and looked at the heavy rain outside. "The outline is correct, but we don't understand the details yet. I always feel that the way the dragon hovered in the air just now is not right."
"What's wrong?"
The president of the workers' union asked without hesitation, and she didn't see anything else except that it was very cool.
Nan Huan shook his head, "I can't tell."
She didn't hide it on purpose, but she didn't understand it herself. After saying this, she realized that Bei Xi seemed to be much more silent than before. She turned to look at him, "What's wrong with you? Did you find something we didn't notice? Or did the ancient language that Jiusheng said give you a clue?"
Bei Xi withdrew his gaze from Jiusheng without leaving a trace, "No, I just looked again, and there is still no trace of the Corpse Chaser and Gambler's Guild President in this scene."
In front of the Workers' Guild President and Alice's Guild President, Bei Xi did not say that she felt Jiu Sheng was very similar to Nan Huan, but talked about another topic. "Although I am not sure why the system is so kind and wants to show us what happened before, but don't forget our mission. First, we need to confirm who the owner of the pawn ticket is."
"Do you think there is a high possibility between the two of them?"
Bei Xi pointed at the dragon and the man on the altar and asked a very constructive question.
Nan Huan naturally noticed Bei Xi's change of subject, but she knew that the other party would not lie to her. It was probably because some things were not convenient to say in front of everyone.
The three of them were silent for a moment and shook their heads together.
Finally, President Alice spoke on behalf of the group and said something honest, "To be honest, if nothing unexpected happens, they, a saint and a dragon god, are going to use a pawn shop to exchange wishes? It feels like overkill, shouldn't it be necessary?"
Before Nan Huan had the chance to nod to show his agreement, the scene came to an abrupt end.
Under the infinitely stretched rain, Nan Huan's eyes went dark, then bright again. When the four of them opened their eyes again, they were already standing in the next scene.
"Dragon God Temple?" President Alice looked up at the three huge gold-plated characters, then turned to confirm with the first president, "Is there such a place in Bailan City?"
I saw four people standing outside an ancestral hall. Unlike the small scale of ordinary ancestral halls, the Dragon God Temple covers a large area and there is a constant stream of pedestrians coming and going. Everyone walks into the hall step by step with a pious expression.
Bei Xi shook his head. "There is no such place in the Bailan City of the dungeon world. It is either hidden by the system or it has something to do with the rules set by the housekeeper that prevent us from leaving the High Priest's Mansion at night."
"It looks like after completing this special side quest, we have to find a way to leave the High Priest's Mansion tonight."
Nan Huan added a sentence after hearing this.
After all, their main mission is to become a saint, let the Dragon God come again, and complete the Rain Festival, so the residents should not deliberately hide the Dragon God Temple. Combined with what the housekeeper said before that they are not allowed to leave the High Priest's Mansion after dark, it seems that this is related.
As for how to leave the High Priest's Mansion under the rules set by the butler, that is another story.
The four of them talked, mixed in the crowd, and followed others into the Dragon God Temple.
As expected, the inside was as magnificent as any other temple that people believed in, as if only this could prove the believers' piety.
Having just experienced the fighting and killing in the previous scene, Nan Huan turned around and saw the people holding knives suddenly kneeling down devoutly and praying devoutly to the Dragon God in the Golden Temple. The corners of Nan Huan's mouth could not help but twitching.
"I pray to the Dragon God to bless my daughter-in-law so that she can give birth to a big fat boy this time..."
"Please pray to the Dragon God to help me turn the tables when I go to the casino later..."
"Pray for the blessing of the Dragon God..."
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Before Nan Huan had the time to take a look at the situation inside the Golden Palace, a lot of chaotic voices of prayers were forced into his ears.
Many different voices were forced into her mind all of a sudden. Nan Huan staggered and almost lost her balance, which scared Bei Xi who was standing behind her. She quickly reached out to support him.
"What's wrong?"
Bei Xi saw her face turn pale and sweat oozed from her forehead. Her whole body instantly went into a state of combat stress. She thought Nan Huan was ambushed, but after careful consideration, she discovered that there seemed to be no dangerous factors around.
Nan Huan steadied himself and tried to focus on Bei Xi in front of him. He found that as long as he didn't pay attention to the sounds, they would automatically weaken a lot. "Can't you hear it?"
She pinched her temples and spoke with some difficulty, "The sound of them making wishes?"
President Alice and the Workers' President shook their heads together. They didn't hear anything. Besides, everyone who entered the hall was kneeling on the ground and praying silently. The whole hall was very quiet. It seemed that they were making the loudest noise at the moment.
Bei Xi didn't hear any praying sounds, but that didn't stop her from understanding Nan Huan's meaning. While Nan Huan was speaking, she had already taken out two powerful noise-cancelling earplugs from the control panel and stuffed them into Nan Huan's ears. She also established a private communication channel for four people, which facilitated communication while avoiding the situation where Nan Huan might not be able to hear.
Earplugs are very effective, and Nan Huan found that as long as he didn't pay special attention to the people kneeling on the ground, he would not be forced to hear their prayers.
Only at this time did Nan Huan find time to carefully observe the condition of the Golden Temple and discovered that it was different from other ordinary temples. Instead of a golden Buddha statue placed in the center, it was a wooden statue of a dragon god. It was much larger than the real dragon god they saw in the previous scene.
But Nanhuan was not sure whether this was the dragon god statue that was re-carved later or the one that Jiusheng had been holding in his hand at the beginning.
And right in front of the Dragon God statue, there was a restricted area. Jiusheng sat there cross-legged with his eyes closed, still muttering that ancient language. No one knew what it meant.
Nan Huan didn't know why she could hear other people's prayers in their hearts in this scene, but she knew that the system would not allow her to hear them for no reason, there must be some purpose.
As she looked carefully, she finally discovered the problem.
She stared at a woman who was kneeling on the ground praying. She heard her prayers in her heart and watched as a thin red line spread out from the woman's body and continued to extend forward.
But even though they were praying for the Dragon God's blessing, the red thread eventually pierced into Jiusheng's body.
Nan Huan saw clearly that when the red line pierced Jiusheng's body, the other party's body shook uncontrollably and his face turned paler.
As Nan Huan expanded his perspective, he saw more people praying, and at the same time he saw those dense red lines, all of which pierced into Jiusheng's body.
She sat in front of the dragon statue, the prayers of everyone attached to her. Her frail body was tottering, and the red lines were eating away at her body bit by bit.
Nan Huan frowned, feeling nervous.
For a moment, Nan Huan seemed to be able to empathize with Jiusheng, and the person sitting there was no longer Jiusheng, but herself.
Those red threads carrying desires and prayers, like dense spider silk, ruthlessly nailed into her body. She was bearing the wishes of everyone in this city, and the pressure made her almost breathless.
Suddenly, Nan Huan's wrist was grasped by a pair of warm hands. The slight pain of being strangled made Nan Huan slowly come to his senses.
In front of him was Bei Xi's face, which was infinitely magnified because he was too close, and the other person's worried expression.
Nan Huan then realized that Bei Xi had pulled her out of the Dragon God Temple again at some point and was standing on the steps. Beside them were the Workers' Association President and Alice, both with worried expressions on their faces.
She shook Bei Xi's hand, pinched her brows, and temporarily took off the earplugs. "I'm fine. There's something strange in the hall..."
Nan Huan slowly told the three people about the strange feeling he had just had.
At the same time, the president of the Corpse Drivers Guild and the president of the Gamblers Guild in different scenes finally succeeded in becoming a member of the group that was to go out with the Dragon Envoy to meet with the Dragon Lord without arousing suspicion. Together with a dragon named Qingqing, the group of four quickly left the place where they awakened.
At this time, something bad seemed to have happened in Bailan City. After all, everyone on the street was in a hurry, and most of the shops on both sides were closed. There were only a few pedestrians on the road, and when they saw the unfamiliar faces of the four of them, they all silently moved away.
"What kind of sin did you commit? Could it be that what happened so many years ago is going to happen again?"
There were whispering sounds in the teahouse.
"What is a replay? It's called a replay when it's exactly the same. Look at this time, it's like there's a knife hanging over our heads at any time. No one knows when the knife will fall."
Seeing someone approaching, the noise in the teahouse immediately stopped and the whole street became extremely quiet.
The Dragon Envoy naturally heard these voices and observed the situation inside Bailan City, which made her already frown deepen a little.
"Dragon Envoy, why are you unhappy?" Qingqing didn't have so many thoughts, "Isn't waking up something worth being happy about?"
Although she was happy, she still remembered what Envoy Long had told her before he left, so she didn't show it too obviously and even lowered her voice.
The president of the Corpse Drivers Guild and the president of the Gamblers Guild looked at each other and said nothing, but they followed closely in tacit understanding, wanting to hear what the other would answer.
The Dragon Envoy was obviously the leader of this group of dragons, and he also showed great concern for them. When he heard Qingqing's words, he did not hide anything. He shook his head first, and then explained, "I always feel that something is wrong. When we were sleeping before, the Dragon Lord clearly said that he would wake us up when everything was settled, but now..."
She glanced around. "It doesn't look like they are doing well and living in peace. They seem to be very concerned about strangers, but they are afraid to get close. They also talk about something that happened a long time ago, so I am a little worried."
Qingqing understood what she meant and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, since the Dragon Lord has awakened us, it means she must have a way. When we meet her later, we will know after asking her. I haven't seen the Dragon Lord for a long time. I miss her so much."
The Dragon Envoy touched Qingqing's head and said nothing more, but the worry between his brows did not diminish.
The Gambler's Guild President naturally noticed that something was wrong with the entire Bai Lan City. Although it was not as dilapidated as the copy world, the pedestrians on the street were very strange. They seemed to be very afraid of something, but they were powerless and had to hide.
Following the Dragon Envoy through twists and turns, they finally stopped in an open space in front of a dilapidated house in the west of the city.
"Is this the place?" Qingqing looked around and confirmed that there was no sign of the Dragon Lord. "The Dragon Lord hasn't come yet..."
Before she finished her words, a gust of wind came from somewhere and brushed past her, causing her to spin several times before she could steady herself.
The Gambler's Guild President looked carefully and realized that it was not the wind at all, but a black afterimage. The shadow looked like a dragon and moved very fast, giving people the illusion that it was a gust of wind, but it was actually a black dragon shadow.
“Dragon Lord…”
The Dragon Envoy and Qingqing shouted in unison. In order not to reveal their identities, the Gambler's Guild President and the Corpse Driver's Guild President also shouted along.
This was somewhat beyond the expectations of the Gambler's Guild President. After all, she guessed that this Dragon Lord was most likely the Dragon God, so she was very vigilant along the way, worried that with the Dragon God's ability, he would be able to see through his and the Corpse Driver's Guild President's disguises in a minute.
But the other party appeared in front of them in this form, and did not even give the two impostors an extra glance, because the person the Dragon Lord was talking to, or the person he was paying attention to, was only the Dragon Envoy from beginning to end.
Although the Dragon Envoy's tone was filled with joy of reunion when he first addressed the Dragon Lord, he soon returned to his serious expression. Even the Gambler's Guild President noticed that the other party's eyes were fixed on the Dragon Lord for a while.
That was not the look a subordinate gave his leader, but a look full of doubt and scrutiny, as well as a look that wanted to confirm something.
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