Chapter 2295 September 8th, Mass Burial River in Southern Shu!
Qingge can refine this kind of elixir, and he had planned to refine it in this way before.
However, this elixir is indeed very effective in a short period of time, but it is actually catalyzing Mrs. Jiang's life.
After hearing Mrs. Jiang's words that day, Qingge changed her mind.
She didn't want to become someone like Gu Rongzha.
Jiang Huaishan hesitated for a long time before taking the elixir into the secret room and feeding it to his wife.
Mrs. Jiang glanced at Jiang Huaishan and smiled gently: "Since you believe it, believe it to the end."
"This girl is very rich at a young age and is a more powerful person than Gu Rongzha. I'm afraid..." Jiang Huaishan sighed.
"No matter how miserable it is, it's just the moment, so what if we try hard?" Mrs. Jiang stared straight at Jianghuai Mountain.
For a long time, Jiang Huaishan pursed his lips and nodded, working hard.
Mrs. Jiang looked forward faintly, coughed a few times, and said softly: "That child will not harm us."
Jiang Huaishan didn't know why his wife trusted Ye Qingge so much, but what Mrs. Jiang said was true. It was already miserable enough now. If she worked hard, she might be able to win something beautiful back.
Jiang Huaishan's heart was beating violently, and his thunderous eyes were flashing with some inexplicable fire.
The next day is the eighth day of September.
Practitioners throughout Dongzhou started a carnival.
The gray and desolate eyes of the girls who were imprisoned in Gu Rongzha's dungeon gradually cracked open with deep fear.
They should have known that this day would come sooner or later.
They should have understood that their fate would be to become the playthings of those beasts.
They were in their prime years, but because they were born in Chaimen, they were treated as animals for lust, objects of love trading on the bed, and were allowed to be trampled and played with by the wild beasts until they died.
Hate has already entered my bones.
Huan, it’s still going on.
History will not remember the sorrow of the ants.
…
Qingge is the night master of Dongzhou, so on such an important day as the eighth day of September, she will naturally be invited.
Realm of Death, Night God Palace.
After Wang Long and others left, there are now less than ten people in Ye Shen Palace.
Liang Xiao held the dark blue invitation for the eighth day of September in his hand, frowned, and said with anger, "Asshole, the eighth day of September is not a serious feast, it's just a group of people venting their disgust and lust.
Ye girl is pure and pure, how can she go to such an ugly place?"
If the palace owner finds out that he took his wife there, his bones will be chopped into pieces.
Liang Xiao shivered.
Di Yungui lowered his eyes and glanced at the invitation in Liang Xiao's hand, "I heard that Wang Qinghong returned to the palace to recuperate and fell into a coma. The Wang family was furious. The head of the Wang family swore in public that he would chop off Miss Ye's head to shock the palace.
There is no movement in the Zongfu, but if Gu Rongzhao makes a fuss about this matter, he will be imprisoned by the Zongfu for harboring a person wanted by the Zongfu."
"The reason why they dare not take Qing Ge's life now is because of the Dark Illusion Palace Ye Jingjing, and because Ye Qingcheng is here with us, and they also took care of Qin Zong, the master of Qingcheng." Long Shitian frowned and spoke seriously.
Said: "Other than that, the main reason is that God's Domain Fang Yu once made a statement on Dingshan Mountain, and because Qing Ge's life was favored by Jiu Ci, if others kill him, it will arouse Jiu Ci's anger. But because of this
, what happens next is the real danger.”
Liu Yan'er nodded slightly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and said: "If someone is interested in taking advantage of this matter, our situation will be very bad. Now Qing Ge is on the cusp of the storm. If we don't ride the waves, we will fall from the sky.
Shattered to pieces.”
With the help of the wind, the clouds in the sky may become free, or the ghosts in the underworld may shatter the souls!
Click——
The door of the room opened, and Qing Ge, who was wearing an ice blue dress, walked out slowly, followed by Uncle Wei, respectfully.
Ye Qingcheng was sitting on a chair wiping Fu Xiqin. Hearing the sound of opening the door, he looked back with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Ye Qingcheng got up and went to greet him.
Liu Yan'er looked at Ye Qingcheng, slightly silent.
During the days when Ye Qingcheng was in the Yeshen Palace, the entire Yeshen Palace would fall into an extremely cold low pressure when others were singing softly within one step.
Di Yungui looked at Ye Qingcheng, his eyes filled with mist.
Ye Qingcheng... so strange...
Beside, Alian and Nu Qi were waiting.
Ah Lian looked at Qing Ge, narrowed her eyes, and a bloody light burst out from her eyes.
The light was fleeting, and in the next moment, Alian returned to her original state, with a calm expression and slowly lowered her eyes.
Nu Qi grinned: "Night Lord, you are so beautiful."
Liang Xiao glanced at Nu Qi displeasedly, "Our palace master's woman must be a beauty in the world, do you still need to praise her!"
Nu Qi glanced at Liang Xiao and fell silent.
"Let's go -"
Qingge led everyone out of the Night God Palace, into the dim and dim realm of death. A dozen black and majestic horses stopped in front of the Night God Palace.
Qing Ge turned on his horse, and Liu Yan'er and others got on the horse.
Liang Xiao sat on the horseback and wanted to stop Qing Ge. After all, on a day like the eighth day of September, it would not be good for an ordinary woman's reputation to show herself outside.
However, looking at Qing Ge's prosperous profile, Liang Xiao thought about it and felt relieved. How could his own girl be comparable to ordinary women?
Liang Xiao smiled, with a arrogant expression on his face, and drove his horse to catch up with Qing Ge and the others.
In Dongzhou, there is a river called the Mass Burial River, also known as the Blood River.
A long time ago, this river was named Jinxiu River. It is said that this place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, especially this river, which is connected to Tianqi Sea and can reflect the beautiful outline of Dongzhou, so it is called Jinxiu River.
Later, starting from a certain year, Gu Rongzha set a date for the eighth day of September.
Every year on the eighth day of September, the bodies of tens of thousands of girls, young girls, and girls are thrown into the Jinxiu River.
The once clear river water was dyed red with blood.
It's the stench of blood and rot, which makes people's hair stand on end and make their hair run cold.
The corpses piled up like a mountain, almost filling the mass burial river.
For this, no one dares to accuse them morally.
It is said that there was once a self-proclaimed righteous man who publicly accused the eighth day of the ninth lunar month of wrongdoing. He was beaten to death by Dongzhou practitioners with sticks and his body was burned.
They will never allow anyone to ruin their day of partying as much as they want.
It was precisely because of this day-to-day carnival that Gu Rongzha was deified.
They thought that Gu Rongzhao must have suffered ostracism from the world and pressure from the clan for opening such a day for their carnival.
Little did they know that Gu Rongzhao was already a dog of the clan.
Beside the Mass Burial River, the southern Sichuan area is the territory of Gu Rongzhao.
Tens of thousands of cultivators entered the open-air venue one after another.
They sat on the ground.
The ground is transparent.
You can see the underground dungeon.
Countless girls are imprisoned in countless dungeons.
They are half-dressed and most attractive.
Gu Rongzhao knew that it was the looming presence that captivated the soul.
Those girls were tied with slender chains, and those who looked at them would have their blood pumping and their lower abdomens set on fire until three inches below their navel.
Gu Rongzha knew that this would bring out the beastly side of the cultivators.
This carnival was scarier than imagined.
It's the carnival of wild beasts.
It's a girl's nightmare.
They looked up and saw the men lying on the ground with disgusting eyes. They trembled and wished they could die.