He and It

Jin Cuixu could not see the cultivation level of the two people, nor did he know their background. He thought hard and could not figure out the identities of these two people. While he was thinking hard, Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan had already taken him to a high-end inn and ordered him a separate upper room.

Jin Cuixu was startled and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No merit will be rewarded, no merit will be rewarded!"

Liu Fuguang couldn't help but became speechless: "I thought that people in Taoism only regard money as an external possession. Since you want to investigate with us, I'm afraid that the Nine Sons Mother Queen is coming from a bad way and is very dangerous. If you don't keep up your energy, , where does the strength come from to act?”

Looking at Jin Cuixu, he lowered his voice, and his spring breeze-like words blew quietly into the young man's ears: "What's more, it will be inconvenient for you to travel alone. If you want to do it alone in a separate room, There’s no need to get in the way of these things. Is that okay?”

Jin Cuixu's eyes widened, and her heart was like thunder. She was so horrified that she took a few steps back.

He knew...how did he know that he was actually...!

She rummaged through her cuffs and found that the magic weapon that concealed her aura was still functioning, and the talisman used to disguise her gender was still slightly glowing. She couldn't help but be even more frightened, staring at Liu Fuguang like a monster.

This man can actually see through his own secrets at a glance. Who is he? !

Within a radius of thousands of miles, everyone praises the Nine Sons Mother, and every household enshrines her shrine. The world is like a man possessed, desperately pursuing the birth of a boy. The rigid etiquette and strict etiquette make it difficult for girls to walk. Among wealthy officials, it was even a matter of pride for their daughters not to leave the boudoir or see outsiders before getting married. This led to the common practice among the people to follow suit.

She is a monk, but she is far from detached from the world. When the master sent her down the mountain, he also gave her numerous warnings, asking her to act carefully and not to cause entanglements in the world, so as not to delay the Taoist mind.

Seeing her shocked and frightened look, Liu Fuguang stopped his smile and said seriously: "Don't be afraid, your secret is actually well hidden. I promise that it won't cause you trouble, and no fourth person will know about it. "

Jin Cuixu opened his mouth.

The other party's expression was solemn and his words were sincere. People who had not heard it with their own ears would not believe how considerate and considerate it was. It made her heart feel hot, as if she had been swept by the warm spring breeze in March.

She believed him immediately.

"I, I know." Jin Cuixu mustered up her courage, flushed her cheeks, and whispered, "Thank you...brother Fu Guang."

Across the table, Liu Fuguang gently pushed the house sign in front of her. Yan Huan squinted coldly and suddenly snorted from her nose, making her feel sour.

Jin Cuixu shivered in fright, feeling that her whole body was cold and she almost fell to the ground. She quickly stammered and added: "Thank you too, Brother Yan, Brother Yan!"

Yan Huan ignored her and just looked at his expression, which clearly said "Who cares about your thanks?" Liu Fuguang was about to say something to him when a woman with a veil turned around from behind the counter. Lead them to the room upstairs.

Liu Fuguang frowned.

Ordinary people might not be able to see her appearance clearly, but he could see that the woman's face was dull and blue, her lips were dry and white, and she still had a faint black air. She wrapped her wrist with a coarse cloth, and the wrapping method was very strange. Liu Fuguang stepped aside and pretended to accidentally bump into the woman's hand, which indeed caused him to wince as if he was in pain.

"Sorry!" Liu Fuguang said hurriedly, "I got up accidentally. Are you hurt?"

When he approached the woman, the little black air lingering on her body disappeared in a moment like thin frost near the blazing sun.

The woman regained her composure and naturally shook her head to indicate that it was okay. When she led the three of them upstairs, Yan Huan asked softly in his ear: "What did you find?"

Liu Fuguang said: "I see that her face is weak in energy and blood, and there is still a weak evil spirit entangled between her eyebrows. Look at her, does she look like someone cut her wrists and let the blood go out?"

"Maybe he cut it himself, it's not known." Yan Huan offered a guess.

"She cut her own wrists..." Liu Fuguang was about to say, "Why did she cut her own wrists?" Then he suddenly remembered that the so-called Nine Sons Mother Empress was worshiped in the streets and alleys here. Evil gods and evil sacrifices, if there is a custom of offering blood as sacrifice here, it would not be surprising, so I fell silent after I finished speaking.

In order to confirm their guess, after nightfall, the two of them quietly sneaked into the woman's room with Jin Cuixu, who was probing her head. The interior furnishings were simple, and a very thick red cloth was used to cover the small compartment.

Yan Huan did not shy away. He walked over and lifted it, and the dim light of the candle suddenly poured out - a small shrine was placed there, enshrining a statue of a goddess with unclear features and a bloated figure. The goddess's feet were surrounded by Holding nine fat babies. The lights were dim at night, making the nine fat babies look like nine lumpy tumors, falling heavily on the goddess's body.

Jin Cuixu couldn't help but shudder. The appearance of the statue was strange, and the things on the table were even more confusing. A brand new bowl of human blood, dark red in color and condensed like a fishy mirror, was placed in front of the statue of the goddess.

She completely believed Liu Fuguang's words. The so-called Nine Sons Mother Empress could indeed not be a righteous god.

Her eyes suddenly focused and she shouted in a low voice: "Look!"

Needless to say, Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan also saw a strange scene: with the arrival of midnight, the blood in the bowl also changed. A delicate blood line slowly stretched out from the smooth mirror-like human blood. It came out and extended towards the statue of the goddess, entangled in nine babies.

The red threads were getting longer and longer, Liu Fuguang seemed to feel something. He walked to the window and opened the window, only to see everything was silent and silent in the night. The blood lines spreading from every house were like spider webs that grew too fast. Intricate and complex, slowly covering the sky above the city.

"Oh my God..." Jin Cuixu murmured.

At this moment, there was a low, humming cry that was indistinguishable from male to female, accompanied by the ringing of bells like the waves of the sea, the sharp whistling of whips lashing the air, and the crisp and shrill giggles of the baby who suddenly came closer and far away. reached everyone's ears.

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