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The mountain breeze blows, and the tent moves slightly. Wang Jiqing, who was lying on the low couch and was in her clothes, suddenly opened her eyes.

"Miss, you're awake." Wu Jing, who came to the camp at some point, a smile flashed on Mu Na's face.

"Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Jing." What happened in the canyon just now naturally couldn't hide Wang Jiqing, whose divine sense and nature had been integrated.

When the Qingluan imprint broke out of the body and turned into an entity, Wang Ji easily knew the identity of the person who came. It turned out that the sight that had been looking back and forth outside the camp before really came from her aunt, who had never been masked.

"Miss," Wu Jing moved the corners of her mouth, and finally endured the words on her lips and turned into a soft sigh.

The woman who fought with her just now was dressed in a black high priest's dress that was conspicuous and conspicuous, coupled with the Qingluan mark to protect her body, and she was clearly from a witch servant. Combined with what Wu Qizhang said before, Wu Jing naturally guessed the identity of the comer.

Although this is a matter of the Wu clan, it is also a matter of the young lady's housework! As a subordinate, she really can't say much. Besides, the young lady had already arranged for her to go to the witch temple in advance to test the identity of the visitor, so I am afraid that she had guessed something.

Wang Jiqing knew what Wu Jing was sighing about, but she didn't care much. The two-life Wang is light, and he sees some things very clearly. Besides, the woman in the valley had not been with her for a day, and she really couldn't talk about how deep her feelings were.

She claims not to be a saint and gentleman with high morals, but she also has her own moral bottom line. Judging from what she saw and heard just now, this aunt of hers is probably far astray.

Such a woman who is consumed by lust for profit and has fallen into evil ways may not easily listen to the persuasion of others.

In this case, she doesn't bother to talk to the other party anymore, so let's see the real chapter under her hands. If the affairs of the Wu clan are dealt with as soon as possible, she can return to Ah Che's side as soon as possible to help him achieve great things, and return this prosperous world to a peaceful and prosperous world.

"Aunt Jing, do you know the technique of five ghosts and fortune?" Wang Ji thought lightly of Li Yuanche, who was far away in the northern Xinjiang, and strengthened his determination to fight quickly.

"Back to Miss, the old slave will." Wu Jingmu nodded, these five ghost fortunes are just a small spell, and all the clansmen in the clan who can sense spiritual power will use some of them.

"Then do you know how to break this method?" Wang Ji nodded lightly, and only looked up after a while and asked.

"Miss," Wu Jing didn't understand why Miss had such a question, but she still replied, "Ten thousand laws are inseparable from their sects, as long as there is no spiritual power in this heaven and earth, all laws cannot be used." ”

Very good, Wang Ji nodded lightly. This is indeed a trick to draw salaries.

In that case, she didn't bother to make any other plans. With her current ability, if she wants to hinder the aura of heaven and earth for a long time, she naturally can't do it. But if it was just a few hours, she was confident that there was no problem.

In this case, she doesn't have to find a way to break the five ghosts' fortune technique, she only needs to control the aura of this heaven and earth when the sacrifice begins tomorrow.

Although she didn't know why the other party attached so much importance to this witch god sacrifice, she even didn't hesitate to fake it to be held as scheduled. But she knew that her aunt, who had been in charge of the Wu clan for more than ten years, was already a god-like existence in the hearts of the people of Shuzhong.

If it weren't for this, how could her aunt dare to wantonly destroy the great rivers and mountains in Shu, and even at the cost of the collapse of the mountains and rivers and bringing the disaster of destruction to the world, she would also extract the essence of the mountains and rivers in this nature and stand in front of everyone.

Can the desire for power really swell the hearts of the world? In that case, why don't she use some means to make her aunt sober up.

This majestic mountain, surging river, exists in the world, naturally has its reason, and how can it be destroyed because of one person's selfish desires!

Besides, this heaven and earth cannot be deceived, and what human beings take from nature will always have to pay a more painful price in the future.

Wang Jiqing didn't care about the supreme rights of the Wu clan, but she couldn't tolerate such a beautiful pure land being wantonly destroyed. She is not a saint, but she can't watch the life of the land in Shuzhong and be indifferent.

Sooner or later, she will leave Shuzhong and return to Ah Che's side. So before she leaves, let her do something for the people of Shuzhong. Not for anything else, even if it is to repay the generous gift that this Bashu land has given her these days.

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The once-in-a-decade witch god sacrifice has finally arrived.

Early in the morning, thousands of villagers who had been waiting outside the canyon for several days had come to this place one after another, and they consciously lined up and walked in the direction of the first line of sky.

Two quarters of an hour later, when everyone came to the open place of the canyon, they all tidied up their clothes, and bowed to the witch temple on the cliff with great reverence.

July is hot, and the sun is in the sky.

Seeing that it was already past noon, Wang Ji took his maid guards and other people, packed up the camp, and slowly walked towards the witch temple in front of him.

"Miss, isn't it too late for us to go?" I don't know what the situation is, and I asked curiously. The other villagers rushed over before dawn, so they couldn't have been taken away by someone.

"It's not too late." Wang Ji shook her head lightly, they went at this time, not only was it not too late, but it was much earlier. Only she knew that this year's witch god sacrifice had been postponed to the evening by her aunt.

"Oh." Although she didn't understand why Miss was so sure, she would never doubt Miss's words.

"Miss, let's leave like this, don't we wait for Aunt Jing?" Shallow regret turned around and glanced at the camp that had been abrupt, a little puzzled.

Aunt Jing has been gone for five or six days, and she doesn't know when she will come back. If they had just left and Jing Gu came back, wouldn't they have missed it? I wonder if they should leave a message in the camp or something?

"No need." Wang Ji shook her head slowly, smiling silently. Wu Jing should return to the hinterland of the Wu Clan now.

"Oh, that miss, we ......" When she was about to say something more, she was interrupted by Thirteen Niang behind her.

"Sister Qianxi, I know you're nervous. But you don't have to keep talking to Miss. Thirteen Niang looked at her with a smile, and she couldn't help Miss with her good temper.

"Ah, oh......" was very embarrassed to lower his head and make a few noises, and stopped talking. Growing up in Jiangnan, she does have some novel and nervous feelings about these legendary gods and ghosts.

"It's okay!" Wang Ji chuckled and glanced at the two maids behind her, and her eyes fluttered, quietly brushing away the trace of uneasiness in her heart.

"Miss, it's here." Ding Erniu, who walked in the front of the road, was stunned when he faced the suddenly open Grand Canyon in front of him, and only after a few breaths did he turn around and report.

When the people behind him heard this, they couldn't help but speed up their pace. However, with a cup of tea, Wang Jiqing and his party of more than a dozen people came to the center of the wide canyon.

"Miss, should we ......" Qian Xi looked at the thousands of people kneeling in front of him, a little hesitant.

As the saying goes, this is what the locals do. Now that they're here, should they kneel down too?

"No need." Wang Ji looked at the black-clothed woman who was coming out of the witch temple and shook her head.

Auntie, we finally officially met. (To be continued.) )