Countless black smoke spurted out from his palm, and in an instant, the nine-headed Garuda was tightly bound and could no longer move.
Song Ling lowered his head and tried to find the whereabouts of the middle-aged man just now, but he couldn't find it. He could only see Shuanzi's family hugging each other tremblingly, and even the other villagers who stayed here just now were nowhere to be found.
On the martial arts stage, A Niu's lips turned purple and he curled up into a ball.
"You...are you here to save me?" Shuanzi's face was full of tears, but he still raised his head to look at Song Ling, "They want to take away Niu Niu... and they also want to sacrifice A Niu. Immortal, Immortal, you
Save us."
Shuanzi's mother was so frightened that she quickly covered Shuanzi's mouth and tried her best to avoid Song Ling's sight.
She thought that if she did this, the immortal who could control the wind and rain would not be able to see her.
"It's not about rescuing, I'm here to repay a favor." Song Ling said, turned around and untied the rope from A Niu, handed him to Shuanzi's father, and then continued: "This bird
It’s not a god, so you don’t have to be so afraid, it’s just a monster that does many evil things.”
In mid-air, the tied nine-headed Garuda neighed loudly.
It is constantly trying to break through the shackles on its body, but no matter how many times it tries, the black mist remains motionless.
"Who is it? Who are you?"
The nine-headed Garuda roared angrily.
The sound was like thunder in the clouds, harsh and harsh, making Shuanzi and the others tremble a few more times, feeling uneasy.
"Can I eat it?" Song Mo turned to look at Song Ling below and asked.
"Whatever you want." Song Ling touched Shuanzi's head and comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, if there really is a god, he will never let you use people to sacrifice."
The butcher's knife in Shuanzi's father's hand fell to the ground at some unknown time. He hesitated for a few moments, then mustered up the courage to say to Song Ling: "Xianzhang, you, can you take us out of here? There are people alive here.
They are no longer human, they are human-eating beasts.”
"The child's father..." Mother Shuanzi mumbled, her eyes slightly lowered, and she stopped talking.
From Shuanzi's father's mouth, Song Ling learned that such a festival would be held once a year. The person standing on the martial arts stage was the village chief Li Zheng, who was also the envoy appointed by the Nine-Headed God.
In order to satisfy the needs of the Nine-Headed God, it is common for villagers to sacrifice boys and girls. If the Nine-Headed God is displeased, the villagers will have to sacrifice even more.
But no one ever thought of resisting.
After all, since the arrival of the Nine-Headed God, there have been no floods or droughts in Feiyu Valley. Although the villagers have to work hard to save money and food for sacrifices, they no longer have to live in those precarious days.
Ga——
The nine-headed golden-winged bird was dismantled and inserted into the belly by Song Mo.
However, at this moment, all the villagers who had been hiding came out again. Their faces were full of anger, holding up the farm tools in their hands, and they approached Song Ling step by step.
"It was she who killed the Nine-Headed God!"
"The Nine-Headed God is immortal, he just killed the incarnation of the Nine-Headed God."
"We have to kill her, otherwise the Nine-Headed God will punish us."
"Yes, kill him, or what if the Nine Dragon God won't bless us?"
The villagers shouted at each other, the anger in their eyes almost turning into reality.
Seeing this, Shuanzi's father quickly picked up the butcher's knife on the ground, turned to Song Ling and said, "Xianzhang, let's leave quickly. They are not awake and we can't reason with them right now."
All those who participate in the festival will drink the water of forgetfulness given by the Nine-Headed God. After drinking it, they will enter a mysterious state. From then on, they will no longer think about the tedious matters of food, rice, oil and salt, and only focus on the Nine-Headed God.
Shuanzi's family didn't drink because they hated the Nine-Headed God from the bottom of their hearts and wanted to escape all the time.
It was probably for this reason that the village chief chose Niuniu in Shuanzi's father's arms at a glance.
"What Wangyou Water is, it's just the blood of the nine-headed golden-winged bird. Drinking it has a hallucinogenic effect." Song Mo's body was not revealed, he was sitting in the air with his teeth picked, and he lowered his head and said to Song Ling: "These mortals are like this
Stupid and ignorant, should we leave or what?"
Song Lingzhan looked around at the villagers who seemed to have no self, immediately gathered his spiritual power in his throat, and said loudly: "There has never been a nine-headed god, it is just a monster. Please wake up and don't become a monster."
Fan of the beast.”
Useless.
The blood of the nine-headed Garuda has been integrated into the bodies of the villagers over the years. Unless the medicinal properties dissipate, spiritual power alone will not be enough to revive them at this time, and may even anger them.
"Go find that Li Zheng." Song Ling stood up and stood in front of Shuanzi and the others, signaling Song Mo to take the people away. "Take him as a witness. Once these people wear off the medicine, we can naturally break the siege."
After saying this, Song Ling was captured calmly.
Killing mortals is taboo.
Especially people like Song Ling who carry Qian Jing Bottle.
The villagers of Feiyu Valley were just deceived by monsters and traitors. In the final analysis, they were not evil people, and killing them would bring no merit to Song Ling.
Because they were afraid that Song Ling might have other means, the villagers tied Song Ling up and tied him directly in the firewood shed of the village chief's house, and sent two people to guard him. But what Song Ling didn't expect was that Song Ling was the first to come to the door.
The person who came was not Song Mo, but a thin young man.
The young man’s name is Yu Liang.
The dark eyes were bottomless, seemingly hiding endless sorrow.
He avoided the sight of the two guards with great skill, raised his hand to the window, and then turned over and landed on the ground.
"My name is Yu Liang." The young man introduced himself straight to the point as soon as he entered the door, and then said: "I heard that you killed the nine-headed birds. I can help you. I know how to detoxify them."
Song Ling sat cross-legged on the pile of firewood with a calm expression and asked with a smile: "How can you help me?"
Yu Liang covered his mouth and explained in a low voice: "The antidote is at the village chief's house. I have been waiting here for many days, waiting for when the village chief is not home. You killed the nine-headed bird, which means you are very powerful.
, and it also shows that you are a good person..."
As he said this, Yu Liang's face looked a little hesitant, as if he was hesitating whether he should continue or not.
"Why are you helping me?" Song Ling asked again.
"Because I have been looking for opportunities to kill the nine-headed bird. I know that he is not a god. God is merciful and God will not eat people." Yu Liang clenched his fists and said bitterly: "He ate my sister and me.
Brother, he bit my mother to death!"
In fact, how did Yu Liang not know that he was no match for Nine-Headed Bird?
But he was unwilling to give up and hid in the village chief's house like a dog, hoping that one day he would find the weakness of the village chief and the Nine-Headed Bird.
Who would have imagined that one day, the nine-headed bird would actually be killed?
So Yu Liang didn't want to wait even one night. He quickly found out where Song Ling was being held, and came over in a hurry, just to help Song Ling escape.