Chapter 1732: The Trap
Xuanyuan Jin and Tang Bao hurried in the night.
The two men had a clear goal and headed straight for the tallest and largest palace.
The journey was very smooth and we didn't even encounter a night patrolman.
It went so smoothly it was unbelievable.
"Brother, isn't the defense in this mansion too lax?" Tang Bao whispered curiously.
At least we should send a few wolfhounds to guard it, right?
Well, the wolfhounds saw it too.
Just turn a blind eye to them.
Originally, Tang Bao wanted to sprinkle some medicine powder, but seeing this situation, it was easier.
"Maybe someone deliberately made it easy for us." Xuanyuan Jin said meaningfully.
Tang Bao thought for a moment.
"Brother, are you talking about the high priest?"
"You'll know if it is true or not when you go and see it."
Xuanyuan Jin did not answer directly.
The two people arrived at their destination quickly.
A towering palace stands in the night.
Shrouded in mist, it exudes a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.
The palace gate was wide open, silently inviting visitors in.
Tang Bao and Xuanyuan Jin looked at each other.
The two walked in without hesitation.
Since others have invited them, why would they back down?
Zhao Wu almost cried out from behind.
Aren’t these two little ancestors too bold?
No matter how you look at it, this looks like a trap.
Zhao Wu was worried, so he had to follow in quietly.
The hall was very spacious, with mermaid lanterns burning on the surrounding walls.
Tang Bao was secretly amazed, this was really generous.
There is an altar in the middle of the hall, on which stands a statue.
The statue emits a dim red light under the light.
Tang Bao: “…”
His eyes suddenly widened.
Red diamond!
Oh my god! It's actually a diamond statue!
Tang Bao suddenly felt that diamonds were worthless in this era.
Such a large red diamond couldn't possibly be formed naturally, right?
Tang Bao was surprised, and she could tell at a glance that the shape of the statue was exactly the same as the pendant on Pomegranate's neck.
Obviously, this is the flying dragon totem believed by the people of southern Xinjiang.
At this moment, a long sigh was faintly heard, echoing in the silent hall, making people feel a little creepy.
Then, the sound of a clear bell was heard.
“Ding-ling… Ding-ling…”
Tang Bao and Xuanyuan Jin looked at each other, and both looked towards the stairs on the side.
The sound of bells came from above.
Xuanyuan Jin took Tang Bao's hand and went straight upstairs.
Zhao Wu: “…”
I almost broke out in a sweat.
This hall looks eerie at first glance and doesn't look like a place where living people live.
Why are the two little ancestors still moving forward?
Zhao Wu didn't dare to comment on his master's actions and could only follow carefully from behind.
In case of any accident, I can help in time.
Tang Bao and Xuanyuan Jin went upstairs and followed the direction of the bell sound. After passing through long corridors, the view in front of them suddenly opened up.
The vast sky is dotted with starlight, and the breeze gently blows the white gauze on the pillars.
It turns out that this is an open-air rooftop.
Tang Bao and Xuanyuan Jin looked at each other and then looked at the figure dancing in the night.
Even though this person's appearance cannot be seen clearly, one can guess from the silver mask on his face that this person is the high priest.
Unlike the high priest in wide robes and sleeves during the day, the high priest at this time was wearing ethnic costumes with unique southern Xinjiang characteristics, with bells on his wrists and ankles.
The bells rang clearly as the high priest moved.
"Ding-ling... Ding-ling-ling..."
Tang Bao was slightly startled.
Rain dance?
The high priest was actually dancing a rain-praying dance.
Tang Bao had seen Yi Mo's version of the rain-praying dance, and when she saw the high priest dancing the rain-praying dance, she immediately felt the difference between the two.
When Yi Mo jumped, the bells on her body did not ring at all, which gave people a very strange feeling.
The high priest was different. Whether it was the bells on his wrists or the bells on his ankles, they all seemed to be playing a piece of music with a distinct rhythm.
The high priest's movements were as smooth as flowing water, as if he was dancing to the beat of the music.
Moreover, there is a mysterious aura surrounding the whole person.
As graceful as a startled swan and as beautiful as a god.
The high priest danced over and over again.
Tang Bao and Xuanyuan Jin stood in the shadows, watching quietly.
She always felt that the high priest was not just dancing.
Tang Bao looked back.
Not far away, the pomegranate was dancing following the high priest's movements.
Tang Bao looked at Shi Liu, then at the high priest, and understood something.
At some point, the high priest stopped and without even glancing in the direction of Tang Bao and the others, he just sighed again and left the terrace.
Xuanyuan Jin held Tang Bao's hand and walked towards the position where the high priest was dancing.
Under the starlight, several silver bells lay quietly on the ground.
Tang Bao bent down, picked up the silver bell and shook it, but no sound came out.
"Brother, this bell is really magical." Tang Bao said.
When the high priest danced, the bell rang so clearly and melodiously on his body, but it would not ring if it were performed by someone else.
Tang Bao thought of the bell on Yi Mo again.
The bell did not ring when it was on Yimo.
Tang Bao originally customized a few bells, intending to secretly replace the bells on Yi Mo and study them carefully.
Now that we have it ready-made, it saves us a lot of trouble.
"In addition to being good at witchcraft, people in southern Xinjiang also have many other strange techniques. This is not surprising." Xuanyuan Jin took the bell from Tang Bao's hand and shook it, saying.
Naturally, the bell made no sound in Xuanyuan Jin's hand.
After Xuanyuan Jin finished speaking, he and Tang Bao turned around and looked at the pomegranate not far away.
As for Zhao Wu who was hiding in the dark, both of them pretended not to see him.
Zhao Wu followed them all the way. Even if Tang Bao didn't notice it at first, Xuanyuan Jin would have noticed it long ago.
"This bell should have been left to Sister Pomegranate by the high priest." Tang Bao's voice was very soft, but her tone was affirmative.
Not only that, today's dance should also be performed for Sister Pomegranate.
Xuanyuan Jin nodded, agreeing with Tang Bao's words.
The two of them walked towards the pomegranate together.
"Miss." When Shi Liu saw Tang Bao coming over, he lowered his head, looking like he had made a mistake.
She didn't mean to follow the young lady, and she didn't know how she ended up here.
"Sister Pomegranate, let's talk about it when we get back." Tang Bao said with a smile.
"Yes, miss."
"Young Master." Zhao Wu touched his nose and walked out from behind a pillar on one side.
Xuanyuan Jin glanced at Zhao Wu and said nothing.
Several people quickly returned to Muling Garden.
As soon as she entered the room, Tang Bao asked directly, "Sister Pomegranate, have you learned the dance that the high priest danced?"
Pomegranate was slightly startled.
Why do you ask this, miss?
However, Pomegranate still answered honestly.
"That should be about right, right?"
Pomegranate's tone was a little uncertain.
"Then try dancing with these bells on."
Tang Bao said as he handed the bell to Shi Liu.
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