Boys and girls who are just young are at the age of vigorous blood.

Just like in the first few days, everyone was full of interest and had nowhere to put their energy, so they pecked each other like fighting cocks, with their necks held high.

It's not about small group competition, or it's about intrigue behind the scenes.

Small fights, high spirits.

But now....seeing their hard work to the point of decay, Sang Jiaojiao felt a little scary.

But Lan and the others didn't notice the strangeness of their bodies at all, but became more and more immersed.

So far, they won't even get out of the door.

Six meals a day are delivered to the door of the room.

You're right, it's the bowl of food that is ..... full of food at the end of the six meals.

All kinds of animal meat, oil-stained, look tired of panicking. But it's not enough for them to finish eating.

The more I ate, the thinner my body became.

In this case, even a fool can detect that something is wrong.

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The night was silent, and the endless darkness grew invisible dirt.

"Click..."

Sang Jiaojiao, who was lying flat on the soft couch, suddenly opened her eyes, and there was no fog in her bright eyes.

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, like a banshee in the dark night, swaying and waving at you.

Sang Jiaojiao got up quietly, as if she was a thief on her toes.

The door next door opened a small crack, and I saw Su Yi carrying someone on his back, carrying a bag of things in his hand, sneaky.

Sang Jiaojiao happened to see the thing in the other party's hand, and fell down heavily.

The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing, which is a good time to throw corpses.

Sang Jiaojiao: She's so brave.

Sang Jiaojiao followed all the way, followed Suyi through the courtyard, crossed the corridor, and finally settled under a thick banyan tree.

I looked left and right, chose a good position, and rolled up my sleeves to dig a pit.

Sang Jiaojiao squatted behind her, holding her chin and watching her work.

"Need help?" Sang Jiaojiao's cold opening almost scared Su Yi away.

The rough rattling sound can also make a high-pitched scream, startling many insects, mosquitoes and ants in the jungle that haunt the night.

"I'm afraid you're seriously ill." Suyi's heart couldn't be calmed for a long time, just like her mood.

She couldn't stand it anymore and scolded, "I've long seen that you're unhappy, do you think you're sick, it's funny to be scary in the middle of the night?"

She has a hideous face, like a man-eating tigress.

Imagine a black mass crouching behind you, staring at your every move and making a cold noise.

Just ask you, is it scary?

With an excited expression, Su Yi threw away the bag of things in his hand without a miss.

The smell of all kinds of greasy and mixed with the taste of the pig food in the water instantly filled the air.

A mess of food, plopped all over the floor.

Inevitably, Suyi also got a lot of greasy soup on his body.

Sang Jiaojiao retreated, pinched her nose, and said vaguely, "It's shameful to waste food."

"Do you know how many people in other villages don't even have some good food?"

Sang Jiaojiao is righteous and stern, tonight she is the embodiment of justice, "You are a saint who everyone admires, you are unexpectedly..."

Su Yi's whole mind was filled with the buzzing sound of Sang Jiaojiao's chatter.

She clutched her head, seemed in pain, and yelled, "Don't say it, shut it up."

The originally hoarse voice, roaring to the back, turned into a pure and pure male voice.

Suyi, who had been going crazy, suddenly stopped all movements, and looked at Sang Jiaojiao with a pair of dark eyes, with a calm expression.

She even gave a strange smile, "You've found out."

Suyi glanced at his feet

The pit was only one meter deep, and he said bitterly: "The pit is too shallow, and I can dig it deeper later."

Sang Jiaojiao: .....

Seeing that Sang Jiaojiao didn't speak, Su Yi thought that the other party must have been scared stupid.

Who would have thought that a cute little girl with towering breasts would actually be a man.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt perverted excitement in his heart.

She, no, should be called him.

He smiled gloomily, "I'm afraid you don't know yet, you're all going to die."

"Those fools think that they have really been recognized by the Holy Mountain, and that it is a great honor."

"Actually, that's your talisman."

Su Yi looked at Sang Jiaojiao with pity, as if he was looking at a dead thing, "You have all drunk the holy liquid given by the waiter."

"Hahaha, from the moment you drink it, there's no turning back."

Sang Jiaojiao asked weakly, "You, what do you know?"

Suyi: "It's all fake, all it's fake."

He was beaming with pride and said, "Where do you think the previous sons and daughters have gone, they have all become nourishment."

"No one can escape."

"What about you? What's the point of doing that?"

Su Yi tilted his head, thought for a moment, and grinned, "It doesn't make sense."

"Everyone is drunk, and I'm just sober."

Su Yi didn't notice that at some point, Sang Jiaojiao's timid appearance turned into casual and boring.

Sang Jiaojiao waved her hand and yawned delicately, "It's hard for you."

Before he could say anything, he saw a flash of cold light, and a long sword pierced his body, carrying him into the hole he had dug.

The servant hurried over, looked Sang Jiaojiao up and down, and said worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Sang Jiaojiao's half red lips didn't have time to close, and she looked at the man who appeared in front of her with a light in a daze.

Surprised and moved: "Why are you here?"

Servant right: "Didn't I tell you, stay away from her, why don't you listen?"

Sang Jiaojiao: This damn boss speaks....

Sang Jiaojiao looked at Su Yi in the pit, and it was strange that her expression was so peaceful.

In the eyes that gradually lost his mind, there was relief....

Before Sang Jiaojiao could see it clearly, the servant stood in front of her, frowning and saying in disgust: "This kind of thing, look at what he does."

"I really didn't expect him to be so bold and dare to fake this kind of thing."

The tip of the sword on the right side slashed at the back of Suyi's corpse, and the golden scales slid down instantly.

"He didn't have a sense of empathy with the Holy Mountain at all."

If so, it makes sense. ….

No wonder he would twist so many food scraps in the middle of the night and come out to find a place to bury them.

I'm afraid that someone will find out about his anomaly.

According to his previous so-called nourishment, of course, he didn't dare to really establish empathy with the holy mountain.

So he kept stirring up contradictions and diverting everyone's attention.

But there still seem to be a lot of things that don't make sense.

The servant looked at Sang Jiaojiao's delicate face steadily, was silent for a while, and still asked, "Did he tell you anything before?"

"This kind of person is full of lies, don't believe what he really says."

Sang Jiaojiao said faintly: "Of course I won't believe it, I believe you."

The servant Youjun's face instantly turned red, like frost turning into water, softening his cold features.

It's just that the more this happens, the more the struggle and pain in his eyes are obvious.

Sang Jiaojiao grinned, looked at him and said firmly, "You like me."

The servant was stiff, like a fossil, and he didn't dare to move for a long time, and his eyes didn't dare to glance in the direction of Sang Jiaojiao.

Sang Jiaojiao viciously slammed her pretty face under the servant's right cheek.

As soon as he lowered his head, he could see her hibiscus face.

The servant followed the frightened cat, violently fried the hair, the soles of his feet were windy, and swished....escaped.

Sang Jiaojiao looked at the back of the servant who fled into the wilderness, and hummed a minor tune.

In the cold night, this situation and this scene, Sang Jiaojiao's soft voice also contains a trace of eerie horror.

Obediently, how will you choose~

The disappearance of Suyi did not attract the attention of others.

Even Lan Ruo and others, who hadn't appeared for a long time and had a good relationship with her, didn't find out.

Or maybe they found out, but they didn't care.

Sang Jiaojiao felt that she was the only one who was the kindest, so she shed a few crocodile tears for the loss of a life.

Eh.....

A few days later, Lan Ruo and the others reappeared, with thin sunken eyes and skinny skin.

It looks like a walking skull.

On the contrary, there is the frenzy that flashes from time to time in their gradually cloudy eyes.

The scales on Lan Ruo's body had covered half of her body, and the strange bronze color had become extremely terrifying.

Sang Jiaojiao accidentally touched the place, and there was no touch on her skin at all.

Hard, cold. It's like rusty iron that has been cold for a long time.

This peculiar skin texture made Sang Jiaojiao's fingertips rub it twice.

Lan Ruo didn't react at all.

Sang Jiaojiao squinted her eyes and pinched it twice.

Didn't pinch it up.

It's like pressing on a cold iron, pinching a loneliness.

Her drastic movements made Lan Ruo look over, and she looked at Sang Jiaojiao carefully from head to toe.

The kind of eyes are hairy, and it is creepy to watch.

Then, her voice spoke, like a reminder signal.

The other skeletons present turned their heads in a sluggish and uniform manner at the same time.

The crunching sound of bones in their necks, always worried that their necks would be twisted away in the next second because of too much force.

More than a dozen pairs of black hole eyes, all staring at you....without any psychological quality, you will really tremble, and you can't cope with it.

"You....blasphemer, godless, angry."

"The holy mountain is angry, the monster is deranged, and you are a sinner." ….

"You're a sinner, you're a sinner, you're a sinner..."

Bursts of magic sounds.

The servant appeared at the right time and took Sang Jiaojiao out.

Lan Ruo and the others' eyes were still glued to Sang Jiaojiao's back.

"Reach out."

The servant looked at the scales on Sang Jiaojiao's wrist expressionlessly, and then asked, "Can you still sense the existence of the holy mountain now?"

Sang Jiaojiao took a moment to ask, "Then do you want me to feel it, or don't you want to?"

The servant lowered his face, and the half of his face hidden in the shadows was completely unrecognizable.

"It's not for me to decide."

Sang Jiaojiao smiled meaninglessly, "Then what do you think I should do?"

"Speed up?"

"However, I don't want to be like Lan Ruo and them at all." Sang Jiaojiao said bitterly, "It's ugly."

She touched her smooth face with cherishment, her eyes were hooked, "Are you willing?"

The fingers hanging by his side moved unconsciously, and said lightly, "No, you are different from them."

Sang Jiaojiao said unrelentingly, "What's the difference?"

The servant gave Sang Jiaojiao a deep look, and turned to leave.

It was a glance full of mixed emotions.

Let Sang Jiaojiao describe it: he has me in his eyes.

Little thing, it's pretty good.

Seeing that Sang Jiaojiao didn't follow, the servant stopped on the right, leaned on his side halfway, and didn't look back, just

Keep looking straight ahead.

Sang Jiaojiao smiled, bent her waist in a slight step, and chased after her.

The two of them walked all the way to a tall palace.

Sang Jiaojiao suddenly stopped and asked with a smile, "Do we really want to go in?"

The servant was silent for a while, then opened his lips and said slowly, "Yes."

Rarely, the servant explained, "After being washed by the pool of holy liquid, you will not become like them."

"They are too much internal damage and heart consumption, and after a period of time, it will be the same again."

Sang Jiaojiao snorted and obediently followed again.

I don't know if she believed what the servant just said.

The tip of the servant's right foot couldn't help but rub it on the ground, and a faint look of anxiety could be seen between his eyebrows.

The fingers also unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword.

On the contrary, Sang Jiaojiao walked forward for a while, turned her head and beckoned back, "Let's go."

The servant took Sang Jiaojiao into a wide hall.

The three-meter-high stone pillars are carved with golden authority, and the whole hall is solemn and solemn.

Yu Hongzhong, who had seen him before, Xu Changxing and Lei Shaoyan, the three holy attendants, sat on the chairs on both sides of the hall.

After seeing Sang Jiaojiao, the upper bodies of several people couldn't help but tilt forward by a faint margin.

Yu Hongzhong coughed lightly, showed a gentle smile, and cordially beckoned Sang Jiaojiao to step forward.

The servant wanted to speak and stopped, but under Yu Hongzhong's fluttering eyes, he moved a few steps to the side.

Sang Jiaojiao hooked the corners of her clothes on her fingertips and slid away smoothly.

"Hee-hee...." Sang Jiaojiao's smile grew larger and larger, and her bright colors were strong.

Seeing that, the eyes of the three holy attendants were straight.

I don't know what kind of lawsuit the three people above fought, but I saw Yu Hongzhong shaking his head, and Xu Changxing and Lei Shaoyan were disappointed.

The two of them immediately leaned back in their chairs, lowered their eyelids, and began to close their eyes to recuperate.

Yu Hongzhong: "Servant right, take Jiaojiao to the holy pool."

"And....you're all dirty, come with me and wash it later."

The servant's right eyelid moved slightly, "Yes."

The servant led the way silently in front.

Sang Jiaojiao noticed that although the corridor under her feet was winding, its slight angle was always extending downward.

To be precise, they seem to be walking down a spiral passage.

They're going deep underground.

I didn't expect that there was a cave under this palace.

In a silent world, time is stretched.

They seem to have walked for a long time, and they always feel that no matter how they go, they will never reach the end.

A pool of clear spring water appeared in front of Sang Jiaojiao's eyes.

The spring water gurgled and bubbling, and the rich golden spirit qi turned into liquid, rose into mid-air, turned into a light rain droplet, and then steamed up.

The cycle goes on and on.

Nine barrels