"Miss," In the tent, Wu Jing held a dim oil lamp in her hand, and stood quietly behind Wang Xiqing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Wu Jing's face was muna, and he couldn't see the momentum of the high priest of the Wu clan at all.

"But I want the old slave to come forward......."

"No, you don't." Wang Ji shook her head calmly and interrupted Wu Jing's words. In her opinion, what the people who came to use was just some tricks to pretend to be a god, where to use Wu Jing's action.

Wang Ji listened to the ghost cries in the distance, and sneered in her heart. The other party really has a heart, and he is making a mistake at this time to scare those simple villagers.

She knew that the reason why the other party did this was just to set up some atmosphere in advance, so that she could act in a few days and establish some prestige among the people.

Pretending to be a ghost is difficult to achieve! It seems that she really looks down on the unmasked aunt.

"Miss, the priest of the witch clan asks to see you." With a cautious look of pity, he opened the curtain and glanced at Wu Jing before walking in.

Just now, when she and Thirteen Niang were cooking chicken soup for the young lady by the bonfire outside the door, it was completely dark and the firewood was extinguished. In the dark, Qianxi wanted to return to the young lady's side immediately, but was held tightly by the thirteen niang beside her.

At that time, I didn't know the reason why Thirteen Niang held herself, and she secretly complained in her heart. It wasn't until the bonfire was rekindled just now that she saw Wu Jing quietly appearing in the young lady's tent that she understood.

"Don't be afraid." Wang Ji lightly took the hand of the big girl, and her face was gentle. She knew that the situation just now must have frightened this girl who had been by her side since she was a child and grew up in the backyard of the family.

"Miss, slaves are not afraid." The girl who has been following her master for a few years is naturally bolder. She shook her head timidly, glanced at Wu Jing again, and then spoke again.

"Miss, the priest of the Wu clan is still waiting outside the door, look ......." In the eyes of Qian Xi and the others, the reason why the young priest of the Wu clan was so respectful to the young lady was obviously because of the Jing Gu who was born in the Wu clan beside him.

"Let him in." Wang Ji nodded lightly, Wu Qizhang was still too young, and there were some things that she still had to explain in person.

After a while, Qian Xi opened the curtain and welcomed Wu Qizhang into the door, but he just wanted to follow up, but was stopped by Thirteen Niang who was waiting outside the door.

"Thirteen Niang, what are you doing......" Qian Xi looked at his hand that was held, very dissatisfied.

"Sister Qian, sister," Thirteen Niang glanced at the direction of the account before she lowered her body and said. "Miss has something to discuss, let's wait outside first."

The affairs of the Wu Clan were too mysterious and complicated, and since the young lady obviously didn't want them to be involved, they still didn't follow up.

"This ......." Qian Xi hesitated a little, she was not the kind of person who had no eyes, but she was too worried about the safety of the young lady just now, so she didn't think of these for a while.

She also knew that if danger came, it would be a burden for her to follow Miss. Thinking of this, she glanced at Thirteen Niang, and then followed the other party to sit down by the bonfire again, looking at the constantly jumping firelight with a heavy heart.

At this moment, in the mountains and forests outside the camp, there are still phantoms, and the wind is gusting, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls is transmitted into the camp from time to time, making it impossible for everyone to sleep peacefully.

More and more villagers sat up and sat around the campfire. It seems that only by guarding the bright fire in this way will everyone's hearts be more at ease.

The beating light of the fire brings light and dispels the chill hidden in the heart.

A quarter of an hour later, when Wu Qizhang walked out of the tent and watched everyone sitting silently around the bonfire, he could only sigh helplessly.

Thinking of the young lady's instructions just now, Wu Qizhang restrained his thoughts, walked into the crowd with a calm face, coughed lightly, and waited for everyone to look at him before he slowly spoke.

"Don't be afraid, go back to sleep." Wu Qizhang's expression was calm, with the unique aura of the Wu priest, unconsciously dispelling the shadows in everyone's hearts.

"It's just some ghosts, don't worry." Wu Qizhang saluted in the direction of the Grand Canyon, "In front of the Witch Temple, everyone is at ease. ”

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In the tent, Wang Ji couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she saw that although everyone was persuaded by Wu Qizhang to go back, they were still worried and couldn't sleep.

She closed her eyes and completely let go of her senses, merging herself with the mountains around her.

In a dense forest less than ten miles away from the camp, Wang Xiqing "saw" two young men dressed in traditional Wu costumes, sitting opposite each other with their palms facing each other, whispering incessantly, not knowing what they were silently reciting.

It turned out that these two scum of the witch clan were doing the trick. Wang Jiqing was a little angry, very good. Since you like to pretend to be ghosts so much, then I'll show you what the real gods and ghosts look like.

Wang Ji, who opened her eyes, waved at Wu Jing behind her, and lowered her body to command.

After a few breaths, Wu Jing nodded, and disappeared into the night silently as usual.

A moment later, the two young priests in the dense forest, who were performing secret arts, suddenly jumped in their hearts, and at the same time withdrew their hands and opened their eyes wide.

What's going on? The two looked at each other, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes. How could the aura in this mountain suddenly disappear, as the priests of the witch clan, they couldn't feel the aura of this mountain, how could this be possible?

"Big brother," the taller man on the left was the first to speak, "There is a bit of an evil sect here, and the aura in this mountain ......"

"Second brother, ...... behind you" The short man on the right suddenly spoke in horror and reached forward to interrupt his brother's words.

Oh my God, what did he see? The short man, with his pale face, stood up tremblingly, his feet trying to escape, but he couldn't take a step.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" The man on the left looked puzzled and couldn't help but glance back.

"Hell!"

The man on the left hurriedly turned around, and after only one glance at him, he couldn't help but take a step forward and fall into his eldest brother's arms.

Blessed by the witch god, let the dozens of wild ghosts with different tragic shapes behind him stay away from him.

The man on the right looked at the hideous-looking ghosts floating in the air, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and tremble.

The two brothers who were together couldn't help but recite the spell of exorcism in their hearts at the same time, but they couldn't borrow a trace of the aura of the mountain, so they had to feel that those evil ghosts were getting closer and closer to them.

After a while, the two brothers felt a chill on their faces at the same time, and their necks suddenly tightened, and they couldn't help but open their eyes at the same time: several pairs of cold dry hands were competing to pinch their necks, getting harder and harder.......

The two brothers only felt a tightness in their chests, and it became more and more difficult to breathe, and after a few breaths, their eyes went dark, and they both passed out. (To be continued.) )