Chapter 992: Infiltrate into the Saint's Room

Afterwards, Xiao Chen changed into the service of the Miao people and left the guesthouse.

Along the way, Xiao Chen let go of his spiritual sense and looked for the residence of the Saint Hei Miao.

Because the aura on Chalma is very special, Xiao Chen only needs to lock in Chalma's aura through his spiritual sense.

As expected, Xiao Chen found Chalma's breath and came all the way to the last part of Heimiao Miao Village.

Here, there are several palace-like wooden houses, which are exaggerated and luxurious.

The wooden house in the middle is very large and is surrounded by tightly guarded, like a palace.

Next to it, there are several wooden houses with smaller specifications, but they look a little more luxurious than other wooden houses in the village.

The breath of Chalma is in one of the red wooden houses.

Xiao Chen quietly avoided the guards and came to the red wooden house.

He hid behind a vase in a corner, just a dead corner and no one saw it.

There is a window opposite, and you can see Chalma and others nervously watching a Miao girl lying on the bed.

The girl is beautiful, but her face is very painful. Her hands and feet are tied tightly to the head of the bed and feet.

The purple-red mark has been tied.

The girl is wearing Miao veil and has a concave figure.

But what is scary is that her beautiful and beautiful face is covered with red earthworm-like fine lines.

Chalma looked at the girl in bed and asked an old man in Miao costume beside him: "Old doctor, how is the saint now? Why has he suddenly relapsed? Didn't he take your medicine a few days ago and suppress it?"

The old man frowned, and he could see that he was also very strange and nervous, with a lot of cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and said, "I don't know, this strange disease of the saint is so strange. I have tried thirteen prescriptions, but none of them have worked."

As he said that, the old man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Priest Chalma frowned, looking at the saint who was in pain on the bed, with white gauze stuffed with his mouth and kept roaring, and said, "She is my saint of Black Miao. She is going to offer it to the village master to complete the Red Breaking Ceremony, as a sacrifice for promotion to the Miao King."

"No matter what, old doctor, you must cure her current illness! If the saint is still like this when the lord of the village is promoted to King Miao, you and I will all become sacrifices to the lord of the village!"

When the old doctor heard this, he panicked and hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes, yes, I will do my best to cure the saint's disease."

"snort!"

Chalma snorted coldly, shook his hand and left the room.

When he walked to the door, he ordered a few black-skinned men coldly: "From today, no one can get close to the saint's boudoir without my orders! Until tomorrow night's sacrifice!"

"yes!"

Several black men responded respectfully.

In the room, the old doctor was constantly taking the pulse and asking questions for the pain of the black-miao Saint on the bed.

Then, the old doctor seemed to have thought of something and hurried out of the room.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Chen saw that there was no one in the room, he quietly flashed, flipped through the window, and jumped into the room.

Looking at the guard at the door, Xiao Chen tiptoed to the head of the bed and looked at the girl who had fainted in pain on the bed.

Very young, beautiful, with a good figure and good skin.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, holding the girl's fair little hand, and suddenly felt a hot stroke!

“So hot!”

Xiao Chen exclaimed in his heart.

The girl also woke up suddenly, stared at Xiao Chen who suddenly appeared in the room with wide eyes, feeling very strange, and shouting in horror.

However, because she had white veil stuffed in her mouth, she could only hear a whimper when she shouted.

The guard outside frowned slightly and did not go in to check.

They just shook their heads helplessly and said, "I started calling again. Oh, you said, the saint got the strange disease of wanting men. It's really weird. If we men who are guarding the gate can't stand it."

"I have to say that the saint's figure is so fucking good! That skin, that cherry mouth, and that small waist, if I can sleep for one night, I will be happy even if I die."
Chapter completed!