Mingxiao did not answer, but raised his head, his eyes already filled with hatred.
"Yes, so what? Even if I am the descendant of the Panlong Bride you claim to be, so what? You think you can use me as a sacrifice to get yourself out? Don't even think about it."
Before he finished speaking, Mingxiao jumped off the altar, got up, and quickly ran into the darkness, disappearing in no time.
As everyone listened, they were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.
"Damn it, hurry up and chase after them."
Zhao Qixing reacted quickly and jumped down, chasing into the darkness. The others followed, leaving only Jiang Fu on the altar.
He was conflicted. Ming Xiao's escape was a good thing for him, as it meant he wouldn't have to agonize over whether or not to use the sacrificial method.
The moment he found the method, he admitted that he wavered. An impulse to verify the miracle was boiling in his blood, a spirit of adventure deeply rooted in his bones.
However, Mingxiao is his girlfriend. If the dragon bride were someone else, he would not hesitate to hold the sacrificial ceremony. But Mingxiao is someone he has been intimate with, so he cannot remain indifferent.
Shen Lanshang!
Shen Lanshang must have foreseen all of this. She probably knew she would face such an ending, which is why she left the expedition team early to avoid being used as a sacrifice.
Jiang Fu was stunned when the thought crossed his mind.
If Shen Lanshang truly knew this was the outcome and chose to leave the group to protect herself, then she must have known how to transfer the curse!
Having figured this out, Jiang Fu's mind was instantly activated.
He continued searching the altar like a madman. If Shen Lanshang knew the method, then the method must be on the altar; he just hadn't found it yet.
He searched around and around, not knowing how much time had passed.
The rest of them never returned.
The dark space around the altar was so vast that if Mingxiao hid quietly, it would be difficult for the others to find her. Later, Zhao Qixing returned.
"Brother Jiang, has Mingxiao returned yet?"
Jiang Fu shook his head.
Zhao Qixing picked up Ming Xiao's backpack, thought for a moment, and said, "Her backpack is here. There's no water or food. She won't last long."
Soon after, the rest of the people arrived.
"Didn't find it! Did you find it?"
"No! I can't find it!"
"Why are you running? We're not going to do anything to her!"
The moment those words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.
Are they really not going to do anything to Mingxiao?
The speaker was stunned. "Holy crap, you guys are really going to use the Mingxiao flute in a sacrifice? Damn it!"
Everyone fell silent.
Zhao Qixing was somewhat exasperated. "What's the use of saying all this now? We can't find the person, so thinking about it is pointless."
"So what do we do now?"
"Wait, Mingxiao didn't take her backpack. She won't make it through tomorrow. We'll go out and look for her when she runs out of food and faints from hunger. Let's eat something now to replenish our energy."
Everyone sat down to eat and drink.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. A man who was eating was shot in the temple, groaned, and fell to the ground, blood slowly flowing out.
"Damn, they're serious." Zhao Qixing cursed, quickly pulled out his gun, and fired back into the darkness. The others also picked up their guns.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out in the empty altar.
A few minutes later, Zhao Qixing shouted, "Stop!"
"What's wrong, Brother Zhao?"
"We can't hit Mingxiao. If this continues, we'll run out of bullets."
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