Everyone looked at her helplessly, this was the messenger sent by the gods!
The bronze cauldron was too high. Qu Le was sitting on the edge of the cauldron. She looked around and couldn't find the way down, so she could only move the mask to the side, revealing most of her face. At a glance, she saw the person standing below.
The stunned Elder Lan exclaimed in surprise: "Grandpa!"
Elder Lan immediately came to his senses and asked in disbelief: "Ale, why are you here?"
"It's a long story. You need to find a way to help us get it done first. Let's talk about it slowly when we get home." Qu Le glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly noticed a woman in white wearing a mask walking slowly towards him.
Back up.
Although she couldn't see her face, Qu Le immediately noticed the familiarity exuding from the woman in white. Qu Le frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
Everyone followed her line of sight and looked at the woman in white. The woman in white, who was about to escape unprepared, immediately stopped on the spot and did not dare to move rashly. However, her right hand had quietly held a dagger, motionless.
Let everyone look at you.
Elder Lan immediately sent someone to get Qu Le and A Lang down. Standing on the ground, Qu Le finally felt at ease. She dusted off the dust on her skirt, looked up and saw everyone staring at her, and subconsciously touched her cheek.
Asked: "Grandpa, is there anything strange on my face?"
Elder Lan said: "No."
"Then why are they all staring at me?" Qu Le pointed at the southern Xinjiang people under the altar.
Elder Lan coughed twice: "You go home first, and I will explain this to you later."
"Oh," Qu Le turned around and left obediently. When passing by the woman in white, Qu Le paused for a moment before she suddenly reached out and took off the mask from the woman in white's face!
It is indeed Lan Ling!
Qule shouted: "You actually have the guts to come here!"
Lan Ling didn't speak at all. She pulled out the dagger and swung it directly at Qule's neck!
"Be careful!" Elder Lan shouted loudly and reached out to push Qu Le away. Even so, Qu Le's neck was still scratched with a thin wound, and scarlet blood overflowed and dyed the skirt of his clothes red.
Everyone was frightened by this incident. People who were kneeling under the altar stood up one after another. After a short period of confusion, someone suddenly shouted: "The gods have sent a messenger. She walked out of the tripod."
Come out, she is our saint! Whoever dares to harm the saint, we will let him die!"
When this sentence was shouted, people immediately echoed it. Many people climbed up on the altar and used actions to protect their saint.
Facing this group of excited mobs, not only Lan Ling was frightened, but Qu Le was also shocked. What kind of development is this? She suddenly became their saint?
Lan Ling quickly regained her composure, grabbed Qu Le, who was still in shock, dragged her to him, and put a dagger on her neck. Lan Ling threatened them viciously: "Don't come over, otherwise I will kill you immediately."
Kill your saint!"
Is this the rhythm of a dog jumping over the wall? Qu Le was frightened and quickly advised: "Even if you kill me, they won't let you go. Don't get excited first. Let's sit down and discuss things carefully. Impulsiveness can't solve the problem.
drop."
Lan Ling glared at her: "Shut up!"
As a considerate person, Qu Le immediately shut her mouth knowingly.
Elder Lan took a step forward: "Aling, do you know what you are doing? Put down the knife quickly and don't do anything stupid!"
Lan Ling turned away from her previous gentleness and consideration and sneered: "I know very well what I am doing, and I know very well what I want. If you don't want your saint to die now, immediately put down your weapons and leave the altar.
, keep a distance of three feet from me!"
Everyone looked at each other and hesitated for a moment. When they saw that the wound on Qule's neck was still bleeding, they reluctantly chose to compromise and put down their weapons and retreated.
Elder Sang asked in a deep voice: "Lan Ling, what do you want?"
Lan Ling said word by word: "I want the forgetfulness Gu! I want the elixir of life!"
When Lan Ling's request was made, the scene suddenly fell silent.
Qu Le's mind immediately thought of Sang Yue's appearance. Sang Yue was in a state of reverse growth because she ate the Forgetfulness Gu. The so-called immortality and "immortality" were true, but "immortality" was purely a lie.
Whoever believes it will be in trouble.
Elder Lan frowned and scolded: "Nonsense! Forgetfulness Gu is the holy medicine of Southern Xinjiang. No one in Southern Xinjiang can touch it except the saint."
Lan Ling pressed hard, and the blade stuck tightly to Qu Le's skin. Lan Ling sneered: "Your saint is right here, let her take me to get the medicine."
"No," Elder Sang refused without hesitation, "It's really outrageous! We will never give the holy medicine to you, a traitor!"
"Then I will have to kill your saint first, and then commit suicide to see which one is more important, the holy medicine or your saint?"
The elders stopped talking. They gathered together to discuss in a low voice. This matter was of great importance. Whether it was the holy medicine or the saint, there could not be any mistakes! The people under the altar were also watching Lan Ling's every move.
, fearing that she would be disadvantageous to the Saint, the atmosphere became extremely depressing and stagnant.
Looking across the audience, Lan Ling showed a cruel smile and said proudly, "How about this? You can discuss it slowly. I will count three times. After three times, if you haven't made a choice, I will start with your Holy Spirit.
Cut off a piece of flesh from her body, and then I will count three more times. If you still can't decide, I will cut off another piece of flesh from her body... I will keep counting, as long as you haven't come up with one that satisfies me.
As a result, I will cut off all the flesh from your saint."
Damn, you have no humanity at all! You can even think of such a crazy idea! Qu Le burst into tears. She stood stiffly on the spot, looking down hard, for fear that Lan Ling would accidentally be there.
There were life-threatening wounds on her neck.
Elder Lan said hurriedly: "Don't mess around!"
Lan Ling ignored him and slowly began to count: "One."
The elders remembered that they were sweating profusely. Do they really want to agree to her unreasonable request? But they were also worried that if Lan Ling got the holy medicine, he would kill the saint as well, causing the personal medicine to be lost.
In the end, the gains really outweigh the losses!
Lan Ling: "Two."
Elder Lan suddenly said: "What guarantee do you have that you can return Ah Le to us after getting the holy medicine?"
"I don't have any guarantees. Believe it or not, there is only one saint. I don't care whether she lives or lives. Just watch for yourselves." Lanling paused, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, becoming extremely cruel.
"three……"
"We agree!" Elder Lan blurted out. After he finished speaking, he was afraid that the other party would not believe it, so he repeated it in a stronger tone, "We are willing to give you the holy medicine!"
The other elders looked at each other and could only sigh heavily, expressing their acquiescence in Elder Lan's decision.
The holy elixir can be refined again if it is gone, but if the saint is gone, then before the next saint is elected, the entire southern Xinjiang will be unsettled, and everyone will live in fear.
The disaster that comes out is definitely not comparable to a bottle of holy medicine.
"Very good," Lan Ling raised her chin slightly, "Then take us to get the holy medicine. Don't try to play any tricks. The saint's neck is very slender. I can't guarantee that I can still hold it when I'm emotional.
Let her breathe easy."
If conditions allowed, Qu Le really wanted to give her a hard look, but it was a pity that she tried her best and almost turned her eyeballs into internal injuries, and she couldn't let Lan Ling behind her see her look.
Lan Ling said: "You choose one person to take us there, and no one else is allowed to follow."
The elders discussed it and finally decided that Elder Lan would take them there. Elder Lan glanced at Lan Ling and said, "Come with me."
Lan Ling held Qu Le's arm with one hand and put a dagger on her neck with the other, pushing her to follow Elder Lan. The three of them walked off the altar one after another, and everyone involuntarily made way for the three of them.
People pass smoothly.
Facing the attention of so many people, Qu Le said that she had never been so popular in her two lives. Of course, she would be happier if the knife on her neck could be removed.
Elder Lan took Lan Ling and Qu Le to a rocky mountain. This mountain peak was all made of rocks. Looking up, the cliffs were bare, with only a few pitiful weeds swaying in the wind. The peaks were towering.
Entering the sky, you can't see the top.
"This is it," Elder Lan pointed to the black iron door beside him.
Lan Ling's eyes flashed with heat and he said: "Open the door."
Elder Lan looked at Qu Le's still bleeding neck. No matter how reluctant he was, for the safety of his granddaughter, he could only take out the key, insert it into the keyhole in the middle of the iron door, and twist it left and right.
Move twice.
With a click, the iron door slowly opened to both sides, revealing the mysterious cave hidden behind the door.
A cold, moist breath came out of the hole, and Qu Le suddenly felt that the pores all over her body were opening. She subconsciously shrank back, but was pushed hard by Lan Ling.
Lan Ling couldn't wait to push her into the cave: "Be honest and leave quickly!"
Qu Le almost stumbled when she pushed her, and almost fell into the mud. Qu Le awkwardly stabilized his balance, turned around and rolled his eyes at Lan Ling: "Sister can walk on her own, you don't need to use your hands or feet!"
Lan Ling didn't expect that she would dare to talk back, and immediately raised the dagger as if to kill her. She raised her chin directly, exposing her defenseless neck, and put on a posture like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. She put her hands on her hips and shouted:
"Come on! Kill me if you want, and stop talking nonsense! After you kill me, let's see how you can get that bullshit elixir!"
Lan Ling, who was rebelling against the general, was choked. Her hand that raised the dagger stopped in mid-air. She froze for a long time but still couldn't stab it. Seeing that the elixir of life was about to be obtained, how could she be willing to fall short at this time?
She could only suppress her anger, slowly put down the dagger, and threatened fiercely: "Even if I don't kill you, I can still find a thousand ways to make your life worse than death. You'd better be honest and be obedient to me."
Do as I say, and after I get the holy medicine, I may be able to keep your body intact." (To be continued)