A group of people wearing moon-white robes stood with their backs to them, crawling forward, muttering something...
No one seemed to notice the arrival of Ming Ye and his gang. They just chanted strange scriptures and all lay motionless on the ground, looking extremely loyal.
At this time, the dark clouds covering the bright moon have dispersed. Even without torches, the bright moonlight is enough to illuminate everything in front of us.
Only then did Ming Ye and the others clearly see everything in front of them.
Those wearing long robes were all young men. They were prostrate in front of a magnificent temple, with extremely solemn expressions... There was only one handsome man, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, standing in front of the young men, and saying something in his mouth.
chanting
The moonlight shrouded the man standing with his back to them, outlining a circle of faint silver light, like an ancient god. Under the moonlight, he looked more and more handsome and frightening.
"Master Mingye, what are they..." Chang Sunyan lowered his voice, pointed at the chanters and asked in confusion.
Ming Ye looked at them quietly for a while, frowning slightly: "They must be worshiping something..."
Changsun Yan nodded... The legend of the Wuyue Clan was no longer new. He had heard before that they believed in gods and ghosts and had weird behaviors!
After those people finished singing, the standing man waved his sleeves, and a tied-up middle-aged man was carried to the entrance of the temple by a group of people dressed in black.
Changsun Yan and Luo Hen looked at the middle-aged man who seemed to be still struggling. They suddenly remembered the words of the tea shop owner and couldn't help but be shocked.
"The tea shop owner said that innocent people were captured by the Wuyue tribe. I'm afraid this person was captured..."
As Luo Hen spoke, he concentrated on watching every move of the Wuyue people.
I saw that the forehead of the middle-aged man who was tied up with five flowers was cut open. Then the standing man stretched out his finger towards the bright moon in the night sky. A silver moonlight actually followed his finger and slowly poured into the middle-aged man's forehead.
forehead...
The middle-aged man struggled twice and then became motionless.
Immediately, the Wuyue tribe members loosened the rope tied to the middle-aged man.
The handsome man put down the bamboo slip, waved to the middle-aged man, and lit a light between his eyebrows. The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and slowly knelt down.