"How so? I need to try again. Bai Manshuang looked at the looming mountain tops and endless canyons, which had melted into darkness and turned into a strange and terrifying world around them.

Bai Manshuang stretched her arms again, and Bai Lotian and Professor Feng stood on either side of her, their hands on her arms, their eyes closed.

Bai Manshuang recited the incantation, his voice became more and more urgent, his arm became stiff, hard like a piece of wood, jumping suddenly, and then his whole body was hot, and the heat around him was two meters away.

Bai Lotian felt as if his hand was tightly glued to her arm, her arm gradually became hot and hot, his palm was numb, as if it was swollen after poisoning, and then his whole body was itchy, a warm current surged rapidly in his body, trying to find an outlet, this warm current became stronger and stronger, more and more scorching, as if he wanted to melt himself, he wanted to scream loudly, but he tried his best to hold back, and pressed this anger below his throat.

Bai Lotian felt that he was in a steaming steamer, the beads of sweat on his forehead kept falling, and his clothes could wring out water, he held his breath and lowered his eyebrows.

Although his eyes were closed, Bai Lotian could still feel a flash of light flying in front of him, followed by more light, the surroundings were bright, and the whole body slowly rotated, faster and faster, and in an instant, it rose into the air again, floating in the air.

With a flash of golden light, they flew through the hazy canyon, over the mountains, and straight into the distance......

The sun shone through the dense woods, through the sparse broad leaves, on the ground, on the wind's face, forming dappled light and shadows, and he climbed down from the wooden house in the trees, and was about to walk through the woods, around a hill not far away, and then through a pebble-strewn path to the sparkling river.

As time passed, a few days before June 1, Fengsheng's heart seemed to be pinched up, getting tighter and tighter. He looked forward to the arrival of this day, and the plan that had been hovering in his mind for a long time was about to be implemented gradually, and all grievances and hatreds would turn into dust in the long river of history.

By the way, Fengshuang is a good girl, for many days, responsible for taking care of his living and life, if she is buried together, it will be a pity, for the sake of the great goal, the wind is also difficult to blame.

He had carefully observed 'Wind and Frost', this girl, with a big grin, quick talk, and a secret in her stomach, like a transparent glass, which could be seen through at a glance, "usable but not credible," a lot of information was inadvertently revealed to herself, which also confirmed his judgment.

It seems that the patriarch style likes the wind very much, and lets the wind come to his residence every day to chat, and he likes to hear the situation of the outside world. This time, he also strongly invited Fengsheng to participate in the whole clan sacrifice festival on June 1, saying that it would be best for Fengsheng to tell his experience to the whole clan at this grand event. The wind was quiet, secretly prepared, and the plan was calculated, using this grand gathering of the whole clan to wipe them out, and the shame of blood through the ages.

"Golden Artemisia" is a kind of chronic lethal powder, as long as people take or inhale a small amount, it can cause asthma, and a little more, it can make people lose their lives, fortunately, the "Golden Artemisia" in his backpack was not lost, he bowed slightly, and his face showed a trace of happiness.

"Jin Jinghao", this is the killer feature of the rumors, unless it is absolutely necessary, it must not be taken lightly, and it can only succeed, not fail.

What worries the wind is that there are too many people participating in the sacrifice, and it is difficult to successfully complete the task with a bag of "Golden Crystal Artemisia". Therefore, for several days in a row, he went from village to village, searching everywhere in the name of scientific investigation, hoping to find a backup plan.

Fortunately, I met Feng Yang, a short, chubby cook. The head was pointy, the hair was thin, the eyes were small, the whites of the eyes were incredibly leaning in the middle, the lips were as thin as a piece of paper, and the two yellowish teeth were exposed. He usually waits for the life of the patriarch, and is responsible for organizing and directing the preparation of the banquet during the sacrifice, although he has little power, but in the eyes of the rumors, he is the best helper to implement the plan.

Only by knowing each other and knowing oneself can one not be defeated in a hundred battles, especially reaching a piece with Fengyang, it is definitely the best strategy --- "go to the army to fight". Fengsheng patted his pocket, and what was hard inside was a valuable jade plate, which was ready to be given to Fengyang, fishing, he should be willing to give the bait.

Although Fengsheng was anxious, he deliberately slowed down, took a leisurely step, and occasionally turned back to see if he was being followed. The patriarch's style, whether he fully believes in himself, this can not be seen at the surface.

At this time of the day, the wind sheep will come to the river to wash the fresh fish or wash the rice. After several contacts, Fengsheng determined that Fengyang was a greedy and cheap person, and he dreamed of getting out of the canyon and going to the outside world, coupled with the description of Fengsheng, the bustling world outside, beautiful women everywhere, and all kinds of novel and exciting items were dazzling, which increased his determination to sneak out.

Unconsciously, the sound of rushing water came to the ears of the wind. He walked briskly down the cobblestone path, over a grassy embankment, to the crystal clear river.

A chubby figure with a pointed head jumped into his eyes.