Qing Bazhi holds the human head in his left hand and pulls the vine with his right hand.
The head was pressed against his heart.
The vines are extremely long and hang down to the bottom of the fruit house.
His eight braids are neatly divided into two sides.
Qing Qishu didn't seem to be having trouble dealing with him, so he walked towards him with a straight face.
But Qingbazhi gave way slightly, walked around him, and said with a joyful expression: "Qinghua, are you here to greet me?"
"Bazhi!" Before the Blue Saint could speak, Qing Qishu turned back with a stern face and stopped in front of him: "What is the Dragon God's Messenger you are talking about?"
Qing Bazhi stared at Qing Hua. Qishu was not as tall as him, but he stepped on his feet and moved left and right, always occupying his sight.
"Qishu, I really underestimated you." Qing Bazhi finally couldn't ignore him anymore: "You and Jiuye Xiangshou, it's you who came back alive?"
Of course, it is not convenient for Qing Qishu to delve into this topic.
"Don't talk nonsense, you said you found the Dragon God's messenger?"
"How can it be fake? After finishing the hunt, I thought about going hunting... bah!" He suddenly stopped and glanced at Qing Qishu contemptuously: "Why am I telling you this!"
He hurriedly shook Qishu away, and smiled brightly at Qinghua: "The priest is still waiting for me, I'll go in first."
Qinghua nodded, and as if he had won a great victory, he straightened his chest and raised his head, and strode into the room.
From the beginning to the end, Jiang Wang was treated as a transparent person, and he could even hear the sound of Qing Qishu grinding his teeth in anger.
In fact, Bazhi only had the blue and white flowers in his eyes. If Ao Qishu hadn't kept pushing in front of him, he probably wouldn't have even been able to see Qing Qishu.
"Go in, go in, let's go in too!" Qing Qishu shouted.
Qinghua followed and walked inside.
Jiang Wang deliberately took two quick steps and entered the room where the priest was meditating. He used his body to block the sight of the little girl with braids, preventing her from seeing the human head in Ba Zhi's hand.
He didn't have any other ideas, but if An An were here, he would cover An An's eyes to prevent children from seeing the bloody side of the world prematurely.
Children still lack knowledge of the world. Seeing these things too early can easily bring about lifelong shadows and even distort their character.
"Master Priest!" As soon as Qing Bazhi entered the room, he walked up to the white-haired old woman, knelt down half-kneeling, and held the human head close to his heart in front of her with one hand.
"Aikari...Hachida is done!"
The white-haired old woman had a sacred expression, held the head in both hands, and prayed: "May God's favor be immortal."
In the room, Qing Qishu, Qing Jiuye, and even the round-faced little girl who was blocked by Jiang Wang all prayed at the same time. "May God's favor be immortal."
The priest folded his hands and held the head in his arms. At this time, he said: "Young man from outside, I know you have good intentions. But to the saints, the heads that were cut off during the hunt are not bloody things.
It’s not things, but our beauty and honor. Xiao Guo’er can see these, and should see them.”
It can be judged from these words that the old priest woman may have a certain understanding of the outside world. Otherwise, she would not have said such words as "I know you mean well." If she had been living in the land of the shadow of the gods and had never been exposed to
In the outside world, the moral values of the saints should occupy her completely, so she would not think that Jiang Wang's starting point was good intentions.
Jiang Wang didn't agree in his heart, but he still turned his body slightly. The world was different, and he couldn't measure everything by his own standards. This was something his father taught him when he was very young.
Especially in such a strange world of Senhaiyuan.
But he never thought that a small hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.
The little girl with pigtails in the sky was hiding behind him and refused to come out.
She would also pray to the gods, but the little girl was obviously afraid of the word "head" she heard.
It seems that no matter what kind of environment they are born in, human beings always have something in common. Jiang Wang thought.
The white-haired old woman paused for a moment, but in the end she didn't say anything.
Only then did Ba Zhi, who got up, notice Qing Jiuye standing in the room.
His face darkened: "Why are you and Qishu both back? I need an explanation!"
Qing Jiuye obviously felt that he had been wronged, and his voice was soft and weak: "Before we can decide the outcome, we found the Dragon God's envoy... so we decided to suspend the hunt for now."
Even Qing Qishu remained silent at this time. In the end, they did abandon tradition because of his fear of pain and Qing Jiuye's soft heart.
Although there is such a reason as Dragon God's messenger, Dragon God's messenger is something that cannot be determined after all. Especially now that there are three Dragon God's messengers, it becomes even more elusive.
They suspended hunting, and temporarily exempted themselves from the distinction between life and death.
Is this fair to Aobachi who carried out the tradition?
Qing Bazhi moved his teeth wrongly: "Is this so?"
Without letting them continue the confrontation, the priest said at this time: "Bazhi, where is the Dragon God envoy you invited?"
Qing Bazhi tugged hard with his right hand, and quickly retracted the vine in his hand.
The vine was too long. One end was in his hand, while the other was hanging outside the fruit house.
Qingbazhi pulled for a while...
Bang! Bang!
Two figures fell into the inner room.
One was of medium height, lying on his back facing the sky, with messy hair, blank eyes, and a slightly vicissitudes of expression.
The other one had a thin figure and was lying face down on the ground. His hair was stuck in a bun with a hairpin, but he still kept it neat. He was lying on the ground and couldn't see clearly.
But they were all tied tightly by vines and couldn't move.
It seems that these two "Dragon God Messengers" were captured by Qing Bazhi, and then tied with this vine and dragged all the way back to the land of the shade of the gods. No wonder the one lying on his back looked hopeless...
Compared to Jiang Wang's treatment, there is a world of difference.
But what made Jiang Wang's eyes light up was that he should have seen both of these people!
What they are wearing is typical Qi people's clothing.
The one lying on his back, although his name and origin are unknown, he must have been seen in the Seven Stars Valley.
Before the secret realm of Qixing Tower was opened, Jiang Wang observed all the participants and had some impressions of this person.
In other words, he did not come to the Morihaiyuan world alone.
Even though he is a competitor, he can't help but feel a bit cordial at this time.
The priest was silent for a while: "Bazhi, did you just invite the Dragon God's messenger?"
Qing Bazhi still had a straight face: "They will run away as soon as they see me. There is nothing I can do."
The years have brought not only wrinkles but also patience to the priest: "Then how do you judge that they are the messengers of the Dragon God?"
"I was hiding in a cloak and happened to encounter them fighting with the forest bear. I heard what they said about 'this world' and 'bringing in the starlight'. After contacting the records in the clan, I realized that they might be the messengers of the Dragon God.
Already."
"Then why do they run when they see you?"
"I don't know either." Qing Bazhi felt helpless: "I rushed out to save them. Just when I was about to speak, I turned around and they all ran away!"
"So you just tied them back?"
"Then I asked them to follow me, but they didn't listen!"
At this moment, Wu Quji, who was tightly tied up, was heartbroken.
We fought together for such a ferocious bear for a long time. You suddenly jumped out of nowhere and killed it with a javelin. It was dressed in such weird shapes, like a savage!
