"Great Elder!" the curtain was lifted, and a few dim candles lit in the dark and damp stilted building, and a dark figure flashed into the room through the door.

"Well......" An old man sat on a piece of animal skin, looking up at the window, a bright moon shining into the house through the window lattice, and his voice was old, like a candle in the wind, "Yes...... Deer...... Violin...... Ahh

"Both...... Permit...... Prepare...... Good...... Finish...... "The silver-haired old man was hunched on his back, his face was pale, he didn't look back, and sighed, "Oh......"

"Great Elder, the thirty-two villages to which the building belongs have all been assembled according to your orders!" The young man under the moon knelt on the ground, his long flowing hair could not hide a handsome face, and a silver knife on his waist flashed coldly.

“...... Month...... God...... Protect...... Bless...... I...... Still...... Floor...... Person...... Ah...... "The moonlight sprinkled the old man's face, which was mottled by time and full of ravines, his lips squirmed, he read the Miao language he didn't understand, and a pair of old eyes looked at the bright moon reverently, praying.

The young man was silent, and with the sound of the old man's prayers, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the moon outside the window.

Suddenly, there was a hurried footstep sound from the stilted building outside the door, and the arrogant female voice came from afar, accompanied by a string of crisp and pleasant silver bells, melodious and tactful: "Old man!

The door curtain was opened, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl stepped into the house, a big red embroidered Miao dress hung with silver ornaments, a silver filigree hollow carved crown "bell" sounded, a black hair draped over the shoulders, two emerald green jade snake pendants fell on the earlobes, under the black and thick eyelashes, a pair of deep black eyes swirling, eccentric, and there was still a touch of childishness on the face bag.

"Holy ...... Woman...... Big...... Person...... Ah......" the old man coughed lightly, his tone withered, "wait...... Old...... Head...... Do...... Finish...... Prayer...... Tell...... Let's do it!"

- She turned out to be the "Three Holy Maidens" of Wuyue Kingdom!

It is recorded in the "Emperor Linfu" that the witchcraft of the Wuyue Kingdom is divided into three gates, which are controlled by three women, who have been inherited from generation to generation and are known as the Three Holy Maidens. Mantuo: In charge of the Illusion of the Witch Moon Kingdom, Gu Girl: In charge of the Gu Technique of the Witch Moon Kingdom, and Red Silk: In charge of the Poison Technique of the Witch Moon Country.

"Don't grind, old man......," the quirky girl pouted, extremely dissatisfied.

"You get me out. The young man stood up from the ground abruptly, waved his dark blue sleeves with embroidery, and pointed at the girl in red and scolded angrily, full of heroism.

"Luqin, Hugh is rude!" The old man turned around, his pale temples floated without wind, the face that had been eroded by the years raised his head slightly, a layer of aura gathered between his white eyebrows, and a majesty permeated the entire bamboo building.

"Holy Maiden, please!" the old man staggered to his feet, holding a silver snake-shaped cane, and respectfully bent his already clumsy back, and made a gesture with a bony hand.

"Hmph!" the girl in red glanced at Lu Qin fiercely, "If His Royal Highness the Witch King doesn't agree, I will definitely cut you!"

Flicked his red sleeves and rushed out of the door.

"Great Elder, you go slowly!" Lu Qin strode forward and helped the old man out.

He is very unkind to see this little girl from the Moon Palace, a few days ago she suddenly came to the Huanlou Department, the entire Huanlou clan respected and feared her, but he didn't take her seriously, the saint was very annoyed, and she was annoyed but never punished herself, which made Luqin very puzzling.

Under the moon, stilted buildings stand in the woods.

The huge square under the stilted building was full of people, 20,000 people. In the center of the square, a three-zhang high stone altar was lit with a blazing bonfire, and the light of the fire was reflected on people's faces, and their faces were solemn and sad.

The old man was helped out of an inconspicuous stilted building, the crowd was very orderly, neatly made a passage, straight to the altar, the woman in red was already impatiently standing on the altar, looking down on everyone.

The old man walked very slowly, with his back bent, and every step was very difficult, and he staggered with a silver snake staff in his hand. A gust of wind blew on his face, and his silver hair flew away, which made it even more vicissitudes.

In this way, the old man of the wind candle slowly ascended to this high platform symbolizing power step by step. He was not as invincible as the other people in power, but he was extremely kind, the old man raised the silver snake staff in his hand with difficulty, struck the stone slab under his feet hard, and then raised his left hand to hold the bright moon above his head.

"Please take care of my people!" The old man was as angry as a bell, exuding a vast aura all over his body, and shouted loudly, just like the white-haired old man who was in his old age before.

Hanu ...... Hanu ......" Tens of thousands of people in the square shouted in unison at an instant, and the momentum was huge, and the mighty sky broke through the sky.

In the night, the shouts rang out for dozens of miles, endlessly, echoing in the jungle, startling birds flying around the forest, and even the wild beasts in the forest roared and roared.

"Please Moon Spirit!" the old man looked up at his people kindly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Out of the crowd came a man in a lilac plain cloth Miao suit, with a slightly bronzed complexion, wearing a rattan armor, his body was like a pine, his lines were extremely symmetrical, but his eyes were full of sadness.

He held a golden terracotta altar painted with obscure incantations. Someone behind him tugged at the corner of his shirt and begged softly: "Camus, don't!"

There were tears in the corners of the dark man's eyes, and he looked at him with a dejected face.

Camus looked back at the swarthy man and was stunned, hesitating, but stood still.

"Kamu ......" The old man's eyes were full of streamers, and there was no trace of anger, he stretched out his left hand towards the man, and a withered palm was slightly bent and spread.

"Yes......" The man was called softly by the old man, as if he understood the old man's thoughts, so he did not hesitate, and walked quickly towards the altar.

A lonely moon is in the sky, no starlight is seen, the breeze blows in the forest, and the rippling leaves are dashing - such a quiet night, but some people can't beat it, and they are confused.

"Great Elder!" Kamu knelt in front of the old man, holding the golden clay jar, his eyes glazed and he didn't dare to look up.

The white-haired old man nodded knowingly to Luqin, then shook his sleeves, raised the silver snake staff in his hand high, and hugged the moon with his arms outstretched.

"Great Moon God, please take care of my people!For the prosperity of the Wuyue Kingdom, please give them gifts!" The old man's silver hair burst out from his body with a vast breath, and they all floated in the direction of the sky, and even the sleeves of his clothes began to sway, and he looked so radiant at this moment.

"Please manifest the moon spirit!" a vigorous and powerful shout, and the old man stopped talking and closed his eyes.

Lu Qin was helpless, sighed lightly, walked to Camus, picked up the golden clay jar in his hand, slammed it to the ground, and then knelt on the ground with his head down.

The old man closed his eyes, heard the sound of breaking, smiled understandingly, and silently recited the incantation in his mouth.

The men under the altar all widened their eyes and looked at the altar intently. I saw a one-foot-long, thumb-thick white snake crawling out from the fragments of the pottery altar, the white snake was as white as the moonlight, exuding a ghostly light, and the snake's head was bulging, growing a horn.

"Moon Spirit!" exclaimed someone under the altar.

The crowd quickly fell silent, and there was no sound in the huge square, and a pin drop could be heard.

I saw that the white snake called the 'Moon Spirit', which was urged by the old man's spell, slowly crawled towards the silver-haired old man. Everyone waited anxiously, their eyes widening one by one. But I saw that the white snake followed the old man's feet into the old man's white robe, and then went all the way upstream, burrowing out of the neck.

Luqin and Kamu clenched their fists tightly, their feet kneeling on the ground began to tremble uncontrollably, cold sweat oozed from their foreheads, and the corners of Luqin's mouth silently recited: "Don't ...... Don't ......"

The white snake squirmed back and forth on the old man's neck, and then slowly burrowed into the old man's mouth. The old man's uncomfortable face suddenly turned hideous, but his body did not resist in the slightest, allowing the white snake to drill into his body, and he couldn't help but salivate out.

"Great Elder, don't!" Lu Qin's face changed suddenly, and he blurted out in exclamation, then suddenly got up from the ground and flew towards the old man.

The girl in red who was standing on the side and watching coldly saw this, her face turned cold, she raised her hand is palm, and the aura in her hand came out vigorously, knocking Luqin away.

Camus watched Luqin fall heavily to the ground, couldn't hold it anymore, got up and ran towards Luqin, and helped Luqin up.

Lu Qin spurted out a mouthful of blood, looked at the girl in red viciously, and roared hysterically: "Hongjiang, why are you forcing the Great Elder to death!"

The girl named Hongjiang glanced coldly at the man lying on the ground, and said coldly: "This old man volunteered, do you want to betray His Royal Highness the Witch King?"

For a moment, her eyes were filled with murderous aura.

When the tail of the white snake was submerged in the old man's mouth, the old man stalked his neck, squeezed out a laugh in pain, and shouted loudly: "Old man...... Sacrifice to the moon god with my blood, may the power of the moon god bless my people, invincible, invincible!"

After speaking, the old man's aura gathered all over his body was even worse, and he was dressed in a white coarse cloth robe, pouring out like moonlight, and even his fluttering silver hair was shining with silver light.

The old man looked at the people under the altar, his face was full of wrinkles, and the old tears were crossed, he smiled at them, and smiled so kindly, and sighed softly: "Children, if you want to live well, there can be no one less!"

This was his farewell, and the people under the altar wept silently. He smiled and turned and threw himself into the blazing bonfire, the flames engulfing him in an instant, and he didn't say a word, letting himself burn in the fire.

In an instant, the fire began to boil, and with a "boom" sound, a fiery snake roared and rose hundreds of feet high, the air was torn apart, and a ghost cried wolf.

A fiery serpent shot in the direction of the moon, and the flames soared into the sky, and a fiery serpent could be seen within a radius of dozens of miles, rising from the dark horizon until he disappeared into the sky.

The old people, women and children in the stilted building could no longer hold on, and ran out of the stilted building one after another, looking at the distant fire snake, they all knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Hanu...... Hanu ......"

Yes, they are honoring their Great Elder Hanu, the kind, serene old man who will never be in their lives again—never again!

Camus, a strong man, could no longer be strong, and began to cry, while the young man in his arms had a dilated look in his eyes and kept muttering, "Don't ...... Don't ......"

At this time, except for Hongjiang, no one seemed to pay attention, and the bright moon in the sky, as if ignited by the fire snake, was sprinkled with a strange demon red. The men in the square slowly became strange, each feeling a burning sting in their necks, and those who had just been immersed in grief stared at each other with wide eyes.

Gradually, the noise of the people boiled, and before they could react to what had just happened, they heard someone exclaim: "Fire snake!

The crowd suddenly exploded, and saw that a red mark was born on the men's necks, and this fiery red snake pattern like a brand grew lifelike on the back of the neck.

Lu Qin only felt that the huge pain in his chest was instantly disappeared from the blow he had just made. He was taken aback, quickly picked up the aura, and found that there was a majestic aura gathering in the sea of qi, and he slapped his palm on the ground, and the sound of the stone slab exploding immediately came from his ears.

At this time, many people also found that there was a majestic aura gathering in the sea of qi, and people began to talk to each other.

At this moment, the woman in red on the altar shouted: "It was your Great Elder who sacrificed his life in exchange for you—the gift of the Moon God! For your Great Elder, tonight we will wash the emperor in blood to comfort the soul of Hanu!"

Suddenly, the crowd began to boil, and people shouted one after another: "Bloody Emperor Linguo! Blood Wash Emperor Linguo! Blood Wash Emperor Linguo......"