The day of the Dionysus Festival.

Resentment condenses into spots, the clouds block out the sun, and the world becomes dim and miserable.

It's noon.

On the contrary, fog gradually appeared in Xiaoshui City, and the siltation became deeper and lingering.

The streets and alleys were noisy, and the fog was crowded with moving heads. Men, women, old and young, all with smiling faces printed in the same mold, were facing the same direction - the Temple of Wine.

The lights in the sacred kiln are brightly lit.

The swaying light of the fire reflected the densely packed figures on the corridor around the deep well. They were all dignitaries in the city and the owners of various wine shops. However, if you look closely through the firelight, you will see that although each of them is human in shape, some inhuman features, fangs, and sharp teeth are revealed. Claws, long tail... all the demons and monsters looked at the altar at the bottom of the kiln in a majestic manner.

On the altar, the statue of Dionysus is still reclining with a cup in his hand, looking cool and unrestrained, but black spots inevitably creep up on his face. The expression that was originally smiling at the living beings in Xiaoshui now looks a bit sinister and sarcastic.

In front of the statue.

A witch is dancing an exaggerated and magnificent dance.

The witch wears a painted Nuo mask on her head, so her face cannot be seen clearly.

I saw her wearing a bright red robe, a dragon horn in her left hand, and a bell sword in her right hand. Her body was flexible and her movements were agile and quick.

He kept spinning and jumping on the altar.

Like a slowly blooming fire lotus.

It's dazzling to watch, confusing, and even more confusing.

The real person Qingping who originally presided over the ceremony was indeed good at rituals, but he was very old. How could there be such graceful dancers on the stage?

But if it’s not Yu Mei, who is on the stage?

…………

Hidden in the crowd.

Huan Die was a little restless.

For a while, its eyes were fixed on the dancing witch on the altar, and for a while, like all the larvae demon puppets hiding in the circular corridor, it carefully identified every face in the kiln.

where is it?

Who is it?

Yu Mei's accomplice.

After Shuiyue Temple was burned to the ground, Huan Die finally determined that there was another force beside Yu Mei.

This force does not dare to challenge him head-on. It should not be strong, but it is cunning enough. It lurks in the dark like a poisonous snake, using the actions of its eyebrows as a cover to quietly accumulate venom in preparation for a fatal blow.

Just like myself back then.

Huan Die also guessed the identity of his accomplice.

The illusion formation has no feedback from outsiders intruding, so this power should come from within the illusion.

Is he a rampant general who is kept as a back-up?

Or a demon awakening in the chaos?

Now, what choice will they make?

Do you know how to avoid it?

Or risk death to rescue Yu Mei?

The phantom butterfly is not sure, but that does not prevent it from throwing out bait and setting a trap.

…………

time flies.

On the throne.

After some weird and complicated rituals.

The Dionysus Festival finally came to the most important stage.

Select the chief drinker.

Just like thousands of reincarnations in the past.

The wine chief Hua fell into the Yan family.

Master Yanfang was so happy that he opened the wine cellar and dispersed throughout the city.

So this fine wine mixed with special "seasonings" was distributed from the wine kiln to the ring gallery, and then from the Wine Temple to the hands of everyone celebrating the festival in Xiaoshui.

Then the whole city celebrated together, toasted and drank together.

In the Dionysian Kiln.

Huandie gently stroked the wine glass.

Watching the people around me drink the wine in one gulp while laughing and laughing.

The original restlessness in my heart was relieved.

It leaned over and looked at Yumei, who was presiding over the ceremony of thanking the gods on the altar at the bottom of the kiln, with an inexplicable smile on its face.

Then retreat into a dimly lit corner.

Sip the wine slowly.

Be patient and calm.

Like a spider that has spun its web and is waiting for its prey.

…………

Huan Die felt to a certain extent how the Taoist priest once felt.

The trap was carefully laid, but the prey never showed up.

Yes.

Until the end of the entire celebration, Huan Die's imagined accomplice never appeared.

It walked out of the temple in a depressed mood.

at this time.

The fog gradually dissipated.

Standing on the high stone steps in front of the temple.

The mist-shrouded outline of the distant mountains, the winding waterways nearby, the rows of houses, and the lively crowds on the streets are all visible.

The blockage in my chest disappeared in a moment.

It suddenly burst out laughing.

So what if there are ants hiding in the dark?

The demons all drank the poison wine, and the illusion was under their control!

All we have to do is swallow the Sophora japonica spirit, use Gu wine to control the demons in the city, and develop the race. Why not build a huge demon kingdom on this fertile soil!

Just when it was hesitating and full of thoughts, the crowd around it suddenly started to make noise.

"Hey, look, there's someone."

"How did he get up there?"

"He seems to be a Taoist priest."

Huandie's heart skipped a beat, and she listened.

…

On the high roof of the Temple of Wine, Li Changan stood with his sword in his hand.

Under the dirty sky covered with black spots, his patched linen robe actually looked a little spotless.

The Taoist priest looked down from a high position.

Soon I found Huan Die's face that was extremely distorted with disbelief.

He gave the other party a big smile.

Throw down what you have prepared.

And then sent a warm but polite greeting:

"When Su Po'er comes, I'll mess with Fak'er."

…

The phantom butterfly is possessed.

His eyes were involuntarily attracted to the thrown object.

Wait for it to come to its senses.
To be continued...