The bottom half of this small, spherical world is shrouded in a vast white mist. The sun, moon and stars are like night pearls of different sizes, moving steadily along the fixed golden tracks on the crystal barrier, persistently imitating the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, and the movement of the stars.

In the middle of the world is a floating island as beautiful as green jade, and its area is not small and looks very elegant. In the middle of the island is a small hill with a slight bulge and a gentle slope. On the sunny side of the hill, there are many pavilions of different heights built along the mountain, and from a distance it looks like a beautiful bonsai handmade by a skilled craftsman.

At the top of this cyan hill stands a colorful building like a mountain fire. This building is full of various cornices and anti-universe, and the whole exudes a strong ancient oriental architectural color, and the moon style is different, but its height is enough to compare with the skyscrapers built by modern civilization.

The Rivesta slowly sailed towards the harbor built on the edge of the island, where a number of magical ships of various shapes were already parked, ranging from classical wooden ships resembling Spanish brigs from the Great Voyage to saucer-shaped vehicles wrapped in silver-gray metal hulls. Next to the saucer-shaped vehicle, several human-standing accompanying cats awkwardly lowered their cables, and these cute port workers drew a good-natured laugh.

Not far away, lanterns of all kinds hang under the eaves of the port office building, and festive music is constantly coming from the city, as if some big event is going on. From the banners and buntings hanging everywhere, Su Qin learned that this was because the Qingqiu Kingdom was holding its annual year-end festival, Wax. Many, reincarnators and all kinds of people during the holidays gather here.

Or make a deal, or enjoy the celebration.

Wenga and Kanaka had to go to the post office to pick up the letter, so they disembarked and left shortly after. And Su Qin, who was unfamiliar with the place, could only find a way to get to the city alone. Looking at the crowded scene in the port, he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Fortunately, he soon found the intercity bus, well, although the appearance is a little different, but in terms of function, this should be considered an intercity bus. Sitting inside the fluffy six-legged cat bus, Su Qin thought to himself. But then again, what he saw and heard along the way made him sigh, it really deserves to be the legendary Qingqiu country known as the demon fox. You can easily see beautiful women in their eighties or nineties on the street. This also seems to explain why so many male reincarnators come to the festival despite the crowds.

But when he thinks about it, he doesn't seem to have much right to despise them. After all, ahem......

The cat bus jumped over the crowd and fell into the city lightly, and when he got off the bus, Su Qin didn't know where to go. It was not long before the crowd brought him to the square in front of the palace. The people around kept talking about the same name, the Lord of the Green Hill - Lady Haozhi.

If you come here, you will be safe, anyway, you can't contact Huangquan for the time being, Su Qin simply began to look forward to the start of the festival, and the warm atmosphere made him have some expectations. Soon it was time for the festival to officially begin, and the door of the main hall slowly opened, and two rows of white-clothed maids walked out of it. Subsequently, the caretaker of this world, who is also its creator, Madame Hazy, moved the lotus step and stepped into the clouds.

The lady stood on a high platform made of white jade, her long black hair was closed at the top, combed into a cloud-like shape, and the front of the bun was decorated with pearls and emeralds to look rich and elegant. At the same time, she was dressed in a traditional skirt, wearing a short skirt and a long skirt under it, and a wide sleeved skirt. The solemn and elegant dark long skirt dragged behind him, and the undergarment with a little gold on the edge opened a V-shaped gap in the middle to reveal a touch of snow white, adding a touch of charm to the solemn dark dress. Lady Hazy's face was shrouded in a silver filigree mask, on which was painted with cinnabar a fox face composed of a few brushstrokes, mysterious and slightly strange.

For a moment after Mrs. Hazy appeared, everyone held their breath subconsciously. The whole square fell into a strange silence, and in this solemn atmosphere, she began to recite the prayer, which was hoarse but not offensive, and the sacrifice was quickly read in just a few hundred words. Mrs. Haozhi let go of her hands and let the sacrificial text automatically fly to the burning firewood on the high platform, and the blue-white flames burned the silk scroll with the sacrificial text written on it in just an instant.

A huge figure suddenly appeared on the horizon, which had been empty on the horizon, and even the Rivesta was as small as a toy compared to it. This huge figure resembles a yellow skin, and when you look closely, his skin is as red as fire, and he has six legs and four wings, and he has no ears, eyes, mouth, or nose, but he constantly sings almost inaudiblely.

"Oh my God, it's actually a projection of the Dijiang."

"It's really worth it this time, I didn't expect to hear Di Jiang singing "Wax" (note: sacrificial song). ”

The excited and suppressed words around him put Su Qin at ease. After this, the ancient mythical bird Dijiang continued to approach the palace. Its figure passed through the crowd like a dream, and it stopped to take a deep breath when it knew that it was standing on a huge high platform.

The next moment, the contradictory feeling made Su Qin extremely puzzled. It was clear that the surroundings were quiet, but he heard, no, to be precise, he felt some kind of singing echoing in the four fields. In this ** song, he feels that the rift in his soul is slowly being bridged. Even the black mist from the magic sword continued to dissipate. In the subspace, his chaotic soul projection regained its clarity, revealing a huge figure with a blurred face but a horned crown on his head.

Just as Su Qin wanted to see further, the singing stopped, and his huge soul projection became blurry again.

The continuous cheers around him brought Su Qin back to reality, and although he was a little regretful, he quickly put his mind in the right place and seriously contributed his most sincere applause.

The applause gradually subsided, and Mrs. Haozhi, who had been putting on a serious appearance, suddenly twitched her hairpin, and still fell from her head full of green silk like water. She lightly enlightened Zhu. The lips announced the official start of the celebration.

Then, Di Jiang, who was honestly standing on the high platform and singing just now, burst out with a deep roar. The strand sat down and pumped it from behind as if by magic. The guitar, the lute, and the shamisen are held in the six limbs that don't know whether to count the feet or the hands. A group of entourage cats in leather clothes and leather pants wearing sunglasses ran to the high platform carrying drums, chimes and chimes. Su Qin, who didn't know what to say, was stunned to see Di Jiang and these little guys using traditional instruments to play a rhythm that resembled rock and roll celebration (probably). Even the maids tore off their skirts, and the white skirts instantly turned into short skirts and began to dance to the rhythm.

The music sent the whole city into a carnival, and there were all kinds of wandering crowds everywhere. Acrobats spewing flames from big balls and street performers with various musical instruments also appear on every street. Apparently 100 per cent of the troubadours from the nearby world have gathered here, and the reasons go without saying.

No one noticed it, and at some point, the childish lady on the high platform had suddenly disappeared from their field of vision, and her whereabouts were unknown.