89: Chapter 89: The Festival of Sacrifice (Thirty-Four)

Outside the cave, Qian Ye carried the hong ling umbrella, from which streaks of blood dripped continuously. Looking closely, the color on the umbrella had deepened once more.

"Who exactly are you?"

"You couldn't possibly be human!"

Looking towards the source of the voice, it was the Yellow-Faced Monster, currently trapped by a red halo and unable to move.

Qian Ye stopped, tilted her head, and smiled brilliantly, "Hmm, I never said I was human~"

"Wh-why?"

"Clearly, you carry the aura of a human!"

"Hee hee~ Of course, it's because..."

"I like it!"

Qian Ye curled her lips and hummed a cheerful tune.

"Since neither of us is human, if you let me go, we can mind our own business!"

Qian Ye shook her head.

"That won't do."

The Yellow-Faced Monster gritted his teeth, but he couldn't make any movements.

Not to mention the bindings on his body, just her combat strength made his heart numb with fear.

The monsters in the entire cave had been slaughtered by her, without any power to fight back. Just thinking about that scene of blood flowing like a river made his heart turn cold.

Where on earth did this lunatic come from?

The Baby she had been murmuring about had also been struck directly in the heart by her.

He still remembered her smile at that time, with madness in her eyes, a frantic revelry.

The entire cave ended up becoming her own personal rave party.

The girl in front of him clearly possessed the face of an angel; when she was quiet, she looked so easy to bully, but who would have thought...

"What kind of monster are you exactly?"

"Don't tell me you're some Mountain Spirit, hehe..."

"Could you be a Stone Demon?"

Qian Ye looked at him, covered all over with stones, dense little pebbles; anyone with trypophobia wouldn't be able to look at him at all.

"..."

You've said it all.

Seeing him stay silent, Qian Ye had a realization.

"Oh, so you really are a Stone Demon."

"..."

"Let me interview you: how does one go from being a Stone Demon to becoming a big boss, and even becoming the Mountain Spirit they speak of?"

"Brother, you've got some impressive skills!"

Mentioning his skills, the Yellow-Faced Monster felt confident again, his face full of pride, "That's right, back in the day, I was the spirit stone that the Mountain Spirit used to sit on."

"After being tainted by divine breath, I gradually gained spiritual consciousness."

Recalling his past, the Yellow-Faced Monster went on endlessly.

Having listened the whole way, Qian Ye finally understood.

He was originally a stone beneath the seat of the true Mountain Spirit. Over the years, he had been tainted by divine breath and gained spiritual consciousness.

As time passed, he was no longer satisfied with just being a stone; he also wanted to become a high and mighty Mountain Spirit, to become a great god.

"Tsk tsk, full of ambition." Qian Ye couldn't help but applaud him.

He really had succeeded in usurping the position.

"What happened later? Why did you become the Mountain Spirit they speak of?"

Facing Qian Ye's question, the Yellow-Faced Monster chose silence.

"Hmm, it looks really lively up ahead!"

The Yellow-Faced Monster looked up and saw that the sacrificial ceremony was happening ahead.

"You want to... Mmph mmph mmph..."

"Shh, be quiet!"

Before he could exclaim, Qian Ye covered his mouth.

So noisy!

Ahead was the procession for the Sacrificial Festival.

Watching those "surviving" villagers, who were currently dressed very grandly in complicated and unique attire, each of them held a piece of porcelain in their hands.

Qian Ye had seen those pieces of porcelain; they were the ones she had seen those aunties washing by the river earlier.

There was sobbing from behind.

Qian Ye followed the sound and saw two familiar figures, falling silent.

How did they manage to get captured again?

That's right, what Qian Ye saw were indeed Meng Yu and Tai You.

At this moment, their bodies were bound with black ribbons, and they were being carried on the shoulders of those old men, two by two.

"Tsk tsk, these old men really look vigorous for their age!"

Looking further back, it wasn't just these two acquaintances; there were other players and NPCs, all bound exactly the same way, being carried up the mountain like this.

Qian Ye turned her head and looked at the Yellow-Faced Monster, who was smiling smugly.

"So, were these prepared as sacrifices for you?"

"Mmph mmph..."

Upon being asked, the Yellow-Faced Monster began to struggle. Looking at the people over there, his movements became more vigorous, but to his surprise, there was no reaction from that side.

When he turned his head, he met Qian Ye's look, which was half-smile, half-serious.

"Mmph mmph mmph (It's you again)!"

Qian Ye shrugged.

She lifted her feet and walked towards the villagers.

"Mmph mmph mmph... (Let me go)"

The villagers participating in the Sacrificial Festival were numerous. Walking at the very front was Song Hao, whose hands were moving constantly.

Beside him was his girlfriend, Mei Mei. At this moment, she looked even more like a puppet, or perhaps she had completely become a puppet.

Her dull eyes and stiff movements all indicated that she had completely become the most excellent work her boyfriend spoke of.

Qian Ye looked around, having followed them all the way, observing everywhere. She discovered that these villagers were muttering to themselves the whole way, their voices low, their speaking speed extremely fast, and they were speaking in a dialect; Qian Ye couldn't determine what they were whispering.

Qian Ye walked at the very back, looking at the bound people; her eyes rolled, and she had an idea.

The people in front were only focused on walking forward with their heads buried, not noticing at all what was happening behind them.

The Yellow-Faced Monster was right there, watching helplessly as the sacrificial procession grew shorter and shorter.

He ran to the front, swearing, "Still walking with your heads down? Your home is about to be stolen from behind!"

"Can't you turn around and look!"

The Yellow-Faced Monster was so angry he jumped up and down, nearly dying of anger on the spot.

How could he have such a group of stupid believers?

The procession suddenly stopped.

Qian Ye followed and arrived at the very front, seeing that there was a mountain face in front, with nothing else there.

Then she heard Song Hao's voice.

"Invite the god, rise!"

All the villagers raised their hands above their heads and knelt on one knee.

The next instant, the mountain wall in front suddenly began to vibrate, and a vortex appeared in the center.

Then the villagers stood up and walked towards the vortex.

Just at this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred.

"Don't move!"

A boorish voice suddenly appeared from the far left. Qian Ye followed the sound, and good heavens, it was familiar people again.

It was those Trench Coat Boss guys, only looking at the team, it had shrunk again; a few faces were missing.

At this moment, each of them had a gun in hand. The one who spoke was the short man, who was staring at them with contemptuous eyes.

The leading Trench Coat Boss looked somewhat weak at this moment.

Qian Ye's gaze shifted, finally resting on his left arm, which was empty at the moment.

Qian Ye was somewhat surprised.

"Boss, are you okay?"

The short man stared at the Trench Coat Boss with a worried expression.

The Trench Coat Boss shook his head, "The most important thing for us now is to find the treasure!"

Qian Ye, who was on the side, was very close and listened very carefully.

So their goal was also the treasure.

For a moment, Qian Ye was very curious about what this treasure actually was.

"Do you know where the treasure is?" Qian Ye fixed her gaze on the Yellow-Faced Monster.

It was he who kept mentioning the treasure, which meant he knew.

However, it was impossible for him to tell Qian Ye. He glared at Qian Ye, wishing he could kill her with his eyes.

And the atmosphere over there had also entered a white-hot stage.