There were no mirrors in the house, otherwise Yi Mu and Zong Ao would have seen that their outfits were a perfect match.
Zong Ao regrets that his phone was confiscated, otherwise he could have taken this picture.
The two held hands—Zong Ao held Yi Mu's hand firmly.
A group of people escorted the two to the high platform.
This place is clearly a sacrificial altar, with a square tripod in the center and sails and flags stuck on wooden poles on the side.
The flag has a totem on it, somewhat like the tattoo on Zong Ao's body.
The elder was dressed in a deep red robe and held a staff of unknown material in his hand.
A dozen or so elderly men dressed similarly stood around him, each looking at Zong Ao and Yi Mu with obscure and incomprehensible eyes.
Someone brought over some water, dipped their finger in it, and sprinkled it on Yimu and Zong'ao.
The elder made Zong Ao and Yi Mu kneel on the grass, turned around with his cane raised, and chanted an ancient tune.
Yi Mu didn't take any of this seriously; they all knew it was just a perfunctory excuse.
The elder's tone changed from slow to fast, and then his speech became faster and faster, almost like he was rapping.
Yi Mu's lips twitched; he had never expected the elder to have this skill.
He was casually studying the pattern on his clothes when a gust of wind suddenly swept through the quiet forest.
The wind was gentle at first, but gradually grew stronger, causing the flags to flutter and the leaves to fall.
A strong wind blew, and light rain began to fall from the sky.
Yi Mu's gaze toward the elders changed instantly; he had assumed these people were just superstitious feudalists.
I never imagined the world was so vast and full of wonders.
Indeed, given the existence of the female ghost and Jian Yiying, what's so strange about the existence of people with mystical abilities in this world?
Gradually, the wind stopped, and the raindrops stopped falling.
Yi Mu looked up and found that everyone around him, including Zong Ao, had disappeared.
He was startled by the dark, empty surroundings, devoid of any furnishings or people.
She staggered to her feet, the flower buds on her head rustling softly.
This place is like a space with only endless blackness, and you can't see the end.
As Yi Mu groped his way forward in the dark, a familiar bell sound suddenly rang out in the quiet space.
Almost immediately, Yi Mu remembered the dancer at the bonfire feast. He saw a light ahead and ran towards it.
A woman sat in mid-air, holding a laptop. She crossed her legs and swung her feet gently in the air, looking relaxed.
Yi Mu stood at her feet, looking up at her.
The woman seemed to sense something, lowered her head, and let out a soft "hmm".
He then tossed the notebook aside, slumped down, and stared at Yi Mu's face with a drooling expression: "What a beautiful woman~"
With this vibe, Yi Mu almost thought she was a female version of Yao Yan.
"Are you the goddess Bellica?"
The woman exclaimed "Ouch!" and playfully patted him, "Don't call me goddess, call me 'Miss'."
Yi Mu twitched his lips and nodded readily, "Then, miss, where is this place? And are you really the goddess of this tribe?"
The woman snapped her fingers, and a king-size bed appeared out of thin air in the empty space.
She pounced on the soft mattress and beckoned seductively to Yi Mu, "Come lie down, let me tell you slowly."
Yi Mu instinctively felt that this was an attempt to sell his body. He leaned against the edge of the bed, his face showing that he was a respectable person who did not engage in shady deals.
The woman didn't care whether he was a decent man or not; she pounced on him and began to ravage him, drooling over Yi Mu's upper body.
"This tattoo is fucking awesome."
Yi Mu clutched his chest, barely managing to block the woman's outstretched claws, and roared angrily, "Get away from me!"
The woman wiped her face and said helplessly, "It's not like I'm going to give you sex, why are you reacting so strongly?"
You've already climbed on top of me, and if I react coldly, I'm as good as dead.
Yi Mu pushed the woman down, buttoned up his clothes, and ran away.
The woman teleported in front of him, met Yi Mu's surprised and suspicious face, and spread her hands: "Didn't you want to know my identity?"
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