At this time, Sang and Acheng were sitting on one side, while Zhao Zhenren closed the door and leaned aside.

After Dragon Turtle Youdan told Xuesong Chen Hao and Mo Zhu about his experience, both of them looked surprised.

"Heishan...actually cast witchcraft on you?" Mo Zhu frowned: "After what happened that year, Dragon Turtle has no contact with Heishan again, and he actually fell into witchcraft..."

"Xue Song, your side..."

Xuesong Chen Hao nodded solemnly:

"At the beginning, in order to confirm Heishan's plan, I pretended to cooperate with him and stayed in Heishan Village."

"It seems like...maybe Black Mountain has already planted some tricks in my body."

"It's nothing, it's just...it's a pity that I didn't find the Changchun water."

Sang made tea for everyone: "The water totem among the ten immortals?"

Xuesong Chen Hao thanked him and took the tea cup from Sang:

"What happened back then..."

"Oh, it's really hard to describe."

"Let's see, anyway... I originally planned to contact the Lord and find a way to make the Lord recall what happened back then..."

"Not weak...Is the immortal going to accompany you to have a look?"

Sang thought for a moment and agreed to Xuesong's suggestion.

Obviously, everything happening in Lanxi Town now revolves around Acheng in his previous life and the legend of the Ten Immortals Totem of the Gouli Dynasty.

Only by clarifying what happened back then can we know how to solve it.

After getting Sang's consent, Xuesong and Mozhu looked at each other.

The two people immediately used their magical power to light a white oil lamp in front of Sang.

As the lights burned, Sang and Acheng's consciousness gradually began to drift into a trance.

His vision became increasingly blurry in the firelight.

The fire light became more and more intense.

finally……

Feeling drowsy, Sang and Acheng lay on the table and fell asleep.

Zhenren Zhao tensed his body slightly. On the one hand, he was wary of the movement outside Lanruo Temple, and on the other hand, he was wary of the three totems in front of him.

…

On the other side, in the Ning Mansion, Danhe Zhang Lin and Bailu Ningqi looked at the blood food that had been offered and nodded with satisfaction.

"Dragon Turtle can't be relied on, so we have to rely on ourselves." Bai Lu seemed a little nervous.

Danhe said in a deep voice:

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"The reason I asked you to make a contract with Dragon Turtle was as a backup option."

"Although the dragon turtle was injured the most, it and the master himself suffered the least karma."

"If we deduce it according to the cause and effect of China's Kyushu, the Dragon Turtle has the highest probability of meeting the Lord first."

"So...that's it, let's get started."

I saw all around me the maids and servants wearing Nuo opera masks, standing respectfully in different positions.

In their hands, each held an oil lamp.

Danhe already had a feather fan in his hand. With a gentle blow, a breeze blew by, and the oil lamps around him lit up one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the lanterns already hung on the wall also lit up with firelight.

This made the originally dark Ning Mansion courtyard suddenly become brighter.

Immediately afterwards, in front of the altar table covered with blood food, Dan He knelt down and sat in front of him respectfully.

On the knee, there is already a traditional musical instrument of the Gouli Dynasty - Xuanhe Qin.

"call……"

With a slight sigh of relief, Dan He began to strum the strings.

The unique sound instantly echoed throughout the courtyard.

The white deer on the side also wore the mask of the Eighty King and the ceremonial clothes covered with strips of cloth. At this moment, the antlers and forks in his hands were regarded as the blessing tools of the witchcraft.

As the Xuanhe Qin played, they began to dance in the courtyard.

At the same time, the surrounding maids and servants also started the ancient dance of the Gouli Dynasty in accordance with the rhythm of the white deer.

Their movements seemed a little stiff, but they also carried an indescribable sense of holiness and blessing.

The white deer surrounds the consecrated dining table and dances its body devoutly.

Under the mask, Dan He had his eyes closed.

The melody of Xuanhe Qin, from the ancient and long-lasting at the beginning, gradually turned into a sonorous and killing sound!

As the melody changed, Bai Lu's movements also began to change.

If it had an ethereal charm at the beginning, now it has a murderous aura of galloping into the battlefield!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound of the piano is like the sound of war drums.

In my ears, amid the faint sounds of soldiers and horses, there was suddenly another burst of heavy footsteps.

Under the masks, Dan He and Bai Lu's eyes suddenly condensed.

Coming!

I saw that the originally closed door of Ning Mansion slowly opened at this moment.

Along with a gust of cold wind, some black tentacles that looked like dense fog came in one after another, bypassing the maids and servants who were dancing with oil lamps in their hands from all directions.

Finally... came to the altar table.

The black mist gradually condensed, turning into a mask of the Nuo god with a resentful expression.

"This is..." Dan He was shocked: "Is this the resentful side of the Eighty-year King?"

Thinking of this, Dan He didn't dare to stop playing the Xuanhe Qin in his hand.

White Deer’s dance of witchcraft and blessing has never stopped.

At this moment, it was like the two totems of the Ten Immortals, using songs, dances and prayers to please the resentful side of the eighty-year-old king in front of them.

The resentful face seemed to be very satisfied, and his eyes stayed on Bai Lu and Dan He for a long time.

finally:

"What do you wish for?"

They both trembled at the same time.

This is the sound only they hear.

For a moment, both the white deer and the red crane stopped performing in excitement and crawled on the ground.

Danhe said respectfully:

"Please the Eighty King...give us...the right to live in this land..."

"Let us...may cease the divine right to perform its duties for a perishing nation..."

"We... want to be ordinary people..."

…

On the other side, there is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire where the Eighty Kings are worshipped.

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Sunlight Golden Old Man and Mrs. Xiangyun are in the body of the Eighty-year King who has turned into a giant.

They turned their backs to each other and chanted the incantations belonging to the Gouli Dynasty.

Immediately afterwards, a series of mantras appeared inside this huge body.

A moment later:

"How is the situation?" Sunlight Jinweng asked.

Mrs. Xiangyun nodded:

"This time, we took advantage of the huge ceremony in Lanxi Town and finally invited the real Eighty King!"
To be continued...