With a hint of a low laugh, behind the curtain, a small shadow shook slightly, and the silhouette of a person loomed out. The laughter passed, the figure merged with the night again, and even the sound of breathing became vague.

Zhijia really plucked with ten fingers, and the continuous sound of the piano covered the bamboo building.

"How prepared are you?" the man's voice drifted from behind the curtain, as indistinct as smoke.

"From the moment my dad made his plan, I was preparing. Zhi Hunting's eyes slowly swept over the dazzling array of treasures, and after a moment, he said, "In the past few days, my eyes have become better and better, and my ears and nose are much sharper than before. Occasionally, on a whim, I feel a little good luck in a trance. ”

The curtain shook violently: "The witch spirit is really going to be?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen Zhen headed: "Dad said, 'The five senses are vibrant, the qi and blood are rising, the eyebrows and hearts are moving, and the witch spirit wants to be born.'" 'I have all the signs. ”

"Okay, good, good! The old patriarch is right, you are born with pure blood, your soul is much stronger than ordinary clansmen, and you are the clansman who is most likely to achieve the witch spirit in the branch clan for thousands of years!"

Zhi Hunt Zhen's expression was gloomy: "At least you and I don't have to act anymore." ”

The man shook his head: "Compared to the old patriarch's kindness to me, what is this? The old patriarch said that you must be ruthless in doing big things, and you must endure it even more!"

"You are more like his son than I am. ”

"But you're the only one with his blood on you. ”

"So this road, I just have to keep going. Zhi Hunt really muttered, and the sound of the piano gradually deepened, "Because my surname is Zhi, I have the blood of the Wu clan." ”

"This road has come to this day, and neither you nor I can turn back. Don't forget, the old patriarch gave his life away. The man's voice burst out with bloodthirsty murderous aura, "In a few days, a horse-like hunting party will touch the stockade, and I have left enough traces for them." ”

Zhi Jia Zhen was silent for a moment and said, "With Bare's temperament, he will definitely have a big fight with Ma Hua." ”

"Then it's just one last step - ascend to the altar and worship the heavens!" said the man. Historically, the ancestors of the witch clan have all gone through sacrifices, and the unity of heaven and man can truly give birth to witch spirits.

Zhi Hunt's fingers couldn't help but stagnate, and the sound of the piano was a little messy. The man was aware of this, and looked at Zhi Zhenzhen deeply: "Are you still hesitating?"

Zhi Zhenzhen lowered his eyes, and the darkness around him rushed over: "How can I hesitate?" He suddenly hooked the strings, and the strings trembled like thin thorns on the tips of his fingers, "There is a cloud in Da Chu's "Confucianism", 'If the name is not right, the word is not good.'" 'Barre, though in power, was always short of the title of patriarch. Sooner or later, he will do something to me, either causing me to stumble off a cliff or drown in a mountain stream drunk...... And my people will only applaud, glad that there is one less scourge in the village. ”

The man said: "It's good that you know, why bother with those fools? The old patriarch said that for the sake of the witch spirit, for the ancient and noble inheritance of the witch clan, he will not hesitate to shed a river of blood!"

"Just like it was eight hundred years ago...... "Shirigi said to himself, and after a moment, he added, "In the evening, Shiyu released another Blood-Eyed Falcon. ”

"Do witch priests like to raise birds?" Wang Ziqiao walked up to the stilted building, and the creaking of the twisting bamboo ladder seemed unusually sharp in the middle of the night.

"What?" the attic was dim, and the oil lamp was like a bean, shining on the wrinkles that had contracted abruptly from his face.

"Do witch priests like to keep birds?" asked Prince Joe, gazing at the hexagonal copper-wire birdcage hanging in the corner. The light reflected in his deep pupils, and the trance flickered a little sharp.

Zhi You walked to the front of several cases, sat down cross-legged, and subconsciously didn't look at the birdcage: "Sometimes I am bored and panicked, and I play with birds to pass the time, which makes Mr. laugh." In the middle of the night, Prince Qiao suddenly came to visit, which made him uneasy.

"What kind of bird is this? It's very special. Wang Ziqiao walked straight to the birdcage, stretched out his fingers and flicked it, the cage shook, and several blood-eyed falcons stared at him coldly.

"How do you know what the wild bird is called in the mountains?" Zhi You coughed dryly, picked up the jug on the case and moistened his throat, "Mr. is here late at night, I don't know what you are doing?"

Wang Ziqiao smiled, and instead of answering the words, he kept looking at the blood-eyed falcon: "The coat is blue, the eyes are red, and the neck is very thick, which illustrated book should I have seen it." Let me think about ......"

Zhi Yu's rickety back stiffened suddenly.

"That's right," Prince Joe continued, "it seems to be called Bloody Eye—Bloody Eye—"

Zhi Yu hurriedly grabbed the interface: "It's the blood-eyed finch!"

"Ah...... That's right, it's the Blood-Eyed Sparrow, that's what it's called. Prince Qiao suddenly patted his forehead, turned his head, and looked at Zhi You with a smile, "Huh, it turns out that the witch priest knows the name of the bird?"

As soon as the gentleman said this, it suddenly occurred to me that one of my subordinates had occasionally mentioned the name of this wild bird. When people are old, they really can't remember these inconspicuous little things. It's still a great gentleman, and in the end it's a well-informed big man. Zhi Yu said with a smile, and his stiff back soothed. Prince Joe mistook the Blood-Eyed Falcon for the Blood-Eyed Sparrow, which was exactly what he wanted. The blood-eyed finch is inferior and untamable, commonly found in the wild eastern mountain forests, and resembles the blood-eyed falcon in appearance, but the former's tail feathers are mixed with a touch of blue, and only connoisseurs can tell the difference.

"It's not a big deal, but I have a friend of the Feather Clan who told me a lot of interesting stories about birds. Prince Qiao said, "As everyone knows, the Yu clan likes to raise all kinds of birds, which can accompany singing and dancing, adding color and elegance; ”

Hearing the words "Yu Clan" and "Sending a Letter and Sending a Message", Zhi You's heart was beating wildly, and he secretly observed Wang Ziqiao's expression, I don't know if he was talking or if he had something to say. If there is something in the words, what did Wang Ziqiao guess? Otherwise, why does the topic always revolve around the Blood-Eyed Falcon?

"I don't know what the blood-eyed sparrow raised by the witch sacrifice can do?" asked Prince Qiao with great interest.

Zhi Zhi was dry from his throat, picked up the jug and took a few sips: "I am stupid and stupid, I don't know anything." ”

"Wild birds, I think it's more like they're domesticated. Wang Ziqiao suddenly reached out to open the cage door, grabbed a blood-eyed falcon, felt a dark yellow tree seed adhered to its furry neck feathers, and twisted his fingers, "You see, they fly out, and they know how to fly back." ”

The jug shook, the tea spilled, and Zhiyu's smile stagnated on his face. This Bloodeye Falcon was the one he had sent out to deliver the message, and on the way back, the feathers inadvertently stuck to the seeds.

"The birds of the witch sacrifice are still spiritual. Prince Qiao said slowly, his fingers fiddling with the feathers of the Blood-Eyed Falcon. Zhiyu only felt as if the hand had fallen on him, clutching his beating heart tightly.

"Sir, what kind of spirituality does this stupid thing have?" Zhi You was in a hurry, and hurriedly said, "This is the seed of the tree that I feed them on weekdays." He picked up the jug, walked to the birdcage, added water to the food bowl, deliberately looked at the blood-eyed falcon in Wang Ziqiao's hand, and made a gesture to close the cage door.

Wang Ziqiao smiled slightly, the sleeves of his robe shook, and the blood-eyed falcon suddenly disappeared into the palm of his hand.

Zhi You's complexion changed slightly: "Sir, this is going to be ......"

Prince Qiao said coldly: "I am entrusted by Wu Wu to thoroughly investigate the troubles in the clan. If there is obstruction, it can be done cheaply. ”

Zhi You hissed: "What does this have to do with the old man?"

Wang Ziqiao looked directly at Zhi You, and the words were as heavy as a thousand pounds: "As far as I know, isn't the bloody-eyed finch just an insect-eating pig and not a vegetarian?

With a "snap", the jug slipped down, and his lips trembled, meeting Prince Qiao's bright gaze.

He knew! He must have known something! Zhi Yu's heart was so frightened that he wanted to kill the other person immediately. He reached for the paper bag of poison powder hidden in his sleeve, and wanted to throw it over, but he didn't dare. For a long time, his palms were sweating like pulp, and it was so cold that it seeped into his bones.

He knew that he was really old.

"What is the matter with the witch festival? I don't have any other intentions, I just want to ask about the old things of the nobles for 800 years. Prince Qiao's calm voice came slowly.

Zhi You's heart trembled, and his suspicion increased. What the hell is Prince Joe going to do? Is he pinching and beating himself really to help Barre solve the troubles of the clan, or is there another purpose?

In the end, he buried his head and sighed dejectedly: "What does the gentleman want to know? ”

"Zhi You, this turtle son who colludes with the Yu clan and eats inside and out, is digging a grave for himself! Hehe, the older he gets, the more afraid he is of death, and the old patriarch has already seen him through before he died. The man sneered, and a snow-white chill flashed across his bared teeth.

Zhi Hunt Zhen said: "Wang Ziqiao is a person who can't see through it. ”

The man said: "This man is very eccentric. I turned inside and out of the bamboo building where he lived, and I couldn't find a single hair that fell out, and I couldn't even see the dandruff, what a hell!"

"According to the classics of our clan, only those who are about to ascend to immortality will be completely clean, sweat-free and dirtless, with hair difficult to fall and dandruff not existing. Of course, Wang Ziqiao didn't cultivate to this point. Zhi Hunt Zhen said, and the scene of the first time he saw Wang Ziqiao appeared in front of him: he was pushed down by the wolf and took advantage of the situation to grab the hem of Wang Ziqiao's robe, and the latter retreated without a trace.

"The only explanation is that Wang Ziqiao is quite jealous of the Wu clan, so he deliberately cleaned up the hair and dander that he had fallen. No wonder...... I didn't get it that day. Zhi Kazu reached out and twisted a small nearly transparent needle from between his sideburns, as short as a fingernail and as thin as a cow's hair, which was the wind diving needle he bought from the merchant at great expense. With a single prick, it can penetrate the garment and draw a drop of blood, and the person who has been injected with the needle will not feel the slightest abnormality. It's a pity that Prince Qiao is too vigilant to even allow a drunk and weak teenager to get close.

The man frowned: "Can't suck his blood, can't get hair and dandruff, isn't it troublesome?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen groaned, "It's enough to have something like that, after all, it's impossible to really cast the Blessing Forbidden Spell on him. However, Prince Qiao should know about the forbidden spell technique before he is wary. He pushed the guqin away, his eyes revealing a thoughtful look, "I can't even figure out the Zhu You forbidden spell technique, how can Wang Ziqiao understand? ”

The man said, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have asked Barre to look for him." The first party in the world, where is it easy to use it at will?"

"But he's the best fit. Zhi Hunt Zhen shook his head, got up and walked to the flower and bird rosewood marble cabinet against the wall, and took out several thick stacks of books.

"Eight hundred years ago, what happened to the Zhi tribe during their migration?" asked Wang Ziqiao, who knelt down calmly and flipped through the witch festival books collected by Zhi You.