As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 093 Lazy Ball, you have a good time today
Shen Qingqing picked up his hood and put it on his head, "Let's go."
When the three of them walked over the mountains and ridges to the camp, they happened to catch up with the opening of the sacrificial ceremony. The overgrown wasteland was filled with people kneeling in darkness.
Everyone was dressed in black robes, kneeling devoutly in front of the altar, with their arms wide open, chanting incantations that they couldn't understand at all. After chanting, they clasped their hands together and kowtowed. This cycle was repeated three times, and the old woman standing on the altar also moved.
Got up.
The old woman was very thin, with a wide black robe covering her from head to toe. From the back, she looked like an oversized garbage bag. The garbage bag was filled with wind and was swaying on the high platform.
Behind her was a tall cross, with a tall man in black tied to the cross. The man seemed to be in a coma, his head drooped on his chest, and the hair hanging down from his temples was messy and messy in the wind.
Can't see the face clearly.
Xiaobo walked quietly to Shen Qingqing and asked: "Is he the person you are looking for?"
"I haven't seen it yet."
Shen Qingqing withdrew her gaze and looked at the old woman who was "casting a spell" on the altar.
She held a bell in her hand, swung her arms and circled the altar twice, reciting a long unknown spell, and finally knelt down in front of the altar with exaggerated movements and said loudly: "I beg the saint to come and eliminate the disaster."
To send you good luck and ensure peace to all my fellow disciples, I now offer the reincarnation of the disaster star as an offering. May the saint’s merits last forever!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the bell hanging above the altar shook violently, and everyone in the audience cheered hearing the clear ringing sound: "The saint is here, we are saved! Thank you, saint!"
Liu Jiejie was frightened by the strange scene in front of him, "It's really fake, it's so evil."
Xiaobo looked indifferent, "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, it's just that this old woman is not a good thing."
This is not the first time he has seen this kind of scene. Besides ringing a broken bell, what else can he do?
Liu Jiejie nodded silently, turned around and found that Shen Qingqing, who was originally standing on his right, was gone, and even exclaimed: "Where is Miss Shen?"
At this time, Shen Qingqing had walked through the grass and arrived behind the altar. The old ghost hanging on the wooden stick was still busy ringing the bell and letting out squeaking laughter from time to time, completely unaware of the approaching danger.
Shen Qingqing jumped onto the altar, raised her legs and kicked off the wooden stick tied to the altar. The bell shook violently and fell to the ground, along with the unkempt old ghost.
"What kind of ignorant kid dares to ruin my good deeds!"
The old ghost head lay on the ground like a lizard, with red light bursting out from the deep-set eye sockets. At the same time, the Yin Qi around his body surged, and the entire altar was immediately shrouded in black clouds. The gloomy aura was so cold that people shivered.
This old ghost has hundreds of years of cultivation!
Everyone in the audience was frightened by the strange clouds in front of them, screaming and running around. The old woman who was kneeling in front of the altar rolled off the altar and hid in the nearby bushes.
There was no trace of panic on Shen Qingqing's face. She patted the gourd hanging on her waist calmly and said with a smile: "Lazy Ball, you are in for a treat today."
As he spoke, the old ghost suddenly let out a loud roar and rushed out like a sword that pierced the air. He raised his two sharp front paws high and pointed directly at Shen Qingqing's fair neck.
Shen Qingqing turned sideways to avoid the attack, and casually pulled out the soul-suppressing ruler, concentrating on gathering energy. A golden light flashed across the iron ruler, and the golden light automatically condensed into a talisman, covering the ruler's body in an instant.
Shen Qingqing swung his ruler to chop at the old ghost's head. When the soul-suppressing ruler fell, the golden light shone brightly, lighting up the entire altar like lightning. The black clouds that originally shrouded the altar suddenly dissipated.
The old ghost didn't expect that she would be so capable. He turned around and ran towards the crowd. However, he was still a step too slow and was hit in the back by the golden light. He fell to the grass in embarrassment.
Shen Qingqing jumped off the altar with the soul-suppressing ruler in hand, looked at it with a gloomy look and said, "Why don't you reincarnate yourself in the underworld and hide in this ravine and act like a ghost? How fun is that?"
The old ghost frowned and said nothing, staring at her with a pair of red and black eyes, and a low growl came from his throat.
For a moment, it thought of something, and jumped up with its arms on the ground, and while running away to the side, it shouted loudly: "Mother-in-law, please hurry up and arrest this woman!"
Mapozi thought of the mountains of gold and silver treasures in the ancestral hall. She gritted her teeth and pushed away the weeds and walked out, "Everyone, arrest this woman quickly. She collided with the saint and will bring disaster to us!"
The people in the village always obeyed Mapo's advice. After hearing this, they immediately pounced on Shen Qingqing with their bare hands. Some hugged her legs and some pulled her arms. They kicked her away one after another, endlessly.
The old ghost hung in the air and looked at Shen Qingqing, who was trapped in the crowd, and laughed arrogantly, "Little girl, fight with me, you are a little too young!"
Shen Qingqing shook off the two women hugging her thighs, raised her head and sneered coldly: "You are happy a little too early."
As soon as she finished speaking, a yellow ball popped out from behind her. When it flew into the air, its size skyrocketed and turned into a four-legged ferocious beast.
Lazy Ball's dark nose moved, and he smelled the strong ghost smell in the air. He barked a few times excitedly, turned to Shen Qingqing and said, "Shen Qingqing, you finally did something good."
After saying that, the hungry tiger rushed towards Lao Guitou. Seeing that the situation was not right, Lao Guitou ran away, but how could its speed be compared to that of the Qiongqi beast? The lazy ball bit his leg before he could take two steps.
Shen Qingqing threw aside the fat man holding her arm and shouted to Lazy Ball: "Wait, don't eat yet, I'm still useful!"
The lazy ball chewed faster when he heard the sound. After chewing one leg, he bit the other leg. The old ghost had a headache and grabbed his hair and twisted it around. After chewing the other leg, the hair on his head was also removed.
After eating both legs, Lazy Ball was finally satisfied, bit its bare head and jumped down.
Shen Qingqing swept over and kicked over the villagers who were coming towards her. She jumped up with her feet and jumped in front of Mapo. She grabbed her black robe and lifted her up. "Whoever dares to go up to me will go up to her neck again."
Screw it!”
Everyone was panic-stricken and did not dare to act rashly. They turned to look at an old man with unshaven beard lying on the ground and said, "Chief, Mapo has been captured by a demon girl. What should we do?"
The old man stood up with his hands on the ground, walked unsteadily in front of Shen Qingqing, and said with a stern face: "Girl, we have no enmity with you, why do you want to destroy our sacrificial ceremony and hurt the people in our village?
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Shen Qingqing didn't answer his words at all, and grabbed Mapo's neck and dragged her directly to the altar.
Everyone was afraid that if they angered her and would hurt Mapo, they all consciously made way for her.
Shen Qingqing threw Mapo in front of the altar table, stepped on her chest, and said slowly to everyone in the audience: "You have worshiped the saint for so many years, don't you want to see what the saint looks like?"
"Meet a saint? Can we still see a saint?" Everyone looked confused.
The old man interrupted everyone's discussion sternly: "Don't talk nonsense! Saints are immortals with infinite merit, and we are dirty mortals. How can mortals see immortals?" This chapter has been completed!