Chapter Fifty-Six: The Changing Tide

The sphere of influence of Qingqitan is concentrated in three villages.

These villages are not rich in the first place, and they have to support the Qingqi Altar, so the lives of the villagers are even more stretched.

But there is no way, the belief in the so-called "Wuling", as well as the intimidating doctrine instilled by the Wuling Sect, have already firmly bound their minds, so that they are willing to face the oppression of the Qingqi Altar, and regard this oppression as a favor.

This mentality of the believer, Ulib is very handy, don't look at him in front of the power of the Black Flag Altar, once he faces his own believers, his majesty is immediately full.

Before entering the village, Ulib wanted to instruct his subordinates to notify the people in the village to come out to greet him, but he saw from a distance that the entrance of the village was already full of people.

These villagers lined up neatly, standing with their hands down, clearly ready to greet them.

"Did these fools know in advance that I was coming?"

Ulib was wondering when he suddenly found a snow-white mink sitting in the crowd at the head of the village.

The little ferret was originally with Axia Xiao Baiye, guarding the entrance of the Netherworld Road, as a response, in Ulibu's opinion, this little mouse was probably already crying for Dorjee, how could it appear here?

Don't......?

A bad premonition rose in Ulib's heart.

And the little ferret had already seen Ulib, raised one of his front paws, and beckoned from afar: "Uwu Ulib, come and greet me!"

Hearing the words of the little ferret, Ulib's premonition in his heart was solid, and he was about to pull out his feet and slip away.

"Ulib, you are not allowed to run, you do you think you will be fine if you run?" The little ferret seemed to have seen through Ulib's psychology and warned in a word.

In a word, like a talisman, Ulib didn't dare to run, and leaned next to the little ferret with a bitter face.

The little ferret looked up at Ulib and said unhappily: "You don't seem to be willing to welcome my son-in-law?" ”

Ulib hurriedly squeezed out a smile: "Willing, willing, of course willing, how can you be unwilling?!"

It's just that that smiling face is even more ugly than crying.

The little ferret couldn't help but laugh and ignored him.

In the distance, a cluster of figures appeared under the changing wind and clouds in the snowy region.

The figure consisted of three men and a little girl.

The thick clouds pressed the sky very low, so low that it made people feel depressed, but the little face of the crescent moon was full of joy - all the people who walked beside her were her friends, and there were so many friends at once, how could she not make this poor girl who was usually despised?