It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Suddenly, the little girl in Hua Xiangrong's arms said, "There are people at night."

Hua Xiangrong looked at Lan Qingya, and at the latter's prompt, she asked her softly, "Did you see anyone at night?"

"Yes! There's someone, go over there." Her voice was still filled with ignorance and innocence, as if she had no idea what terrible things had happened recently.

She raised her blackened little hand and pointed in one direction.

It seems that we will have to wait until night to find the answer.

Hua Xiangrong played with Xiaoya for a while, then stood up and hugged her and said, "I'll go wash her."

When she came out again, the little girl was clean and tidy, like a lucky doll that walked out of a New Year picture.

This is so cute, her innocent look conquered everyone present.

The evil spirit is rampant, and only children with pure hearts will not be affected, because they have no resentment, violence or desire in their hearts.

In Santai Town, just as the day is not like the day, the night is not like the night.

The sky covering this place is always gray, with a hint of reddish demonic energy.

It was about time and several people came to the street.

Yuan Xi was arranged to take care of Xiao Ya in the house, and Lan Qingya set up a barrier for them as protection.

As soon as the hour of Hai arrived, the door of a shop on the street opened and a man came out.

The man had a dull expression and evil eyes, and he walked slowly out of the town like a zombie.

Just as a few people were about to catch up, another person came out from another family.

That man was in the same condition as the previous man, but he was heading in another direction.

Then came the third and the fourth.

They all went in different directions.

The few of them had no choice but to split up and follow one by one.

The one left at the end was Lan Qingya.

Ever since entering Santai Town, Lan Qingya's nerves have been on edge. Now that there is nothing unusual around her, she still can't relax.

Is she also affected by these evil spirits?

Suddenly, she saw five people coming out of a house at once, but they all went in the same direction.

And that is a different direction from everyone else.

Lan Qingya did not hesitate and slowly followed this group of zombie-like people forward.

She suddenly realized that this was exactly the direction Xiao Ya pointed to.

So the people before that were used to disperse them?

The demon soldiers actually used such a wise strategy of defeating them one by one?

Lan Qingya was surprised but not scared.

Deep down in her heart, she still felt a little excited and stimulated.

The taciturn people walked into the mountains northwest of Santai Town.

The surrounding environment did not become more wild as we went into the mountains. Instead, there were many more ancient and tall altars.

Lan Qingya was even more confused. Her attention was focused on the altars and she didn't notice a white shadow following her from a distance.

These altars were about several hundred meters apart. After passing the eighth altar, Lan Qingya was shocked by the scene before her.

Hundreds of villagers with devilish eyes were chanting under the altar. Their speech was slow but consistent, with a weird stiffness.

In the center of the altar not far away, a young man in gorgeous clothes was tied to a wooden stake.

He was surrounded by firewood and straw, and it looked like he was going to be burned to death as a sacrifice.

The young man had his eyes closed, as if he had fainted.

The villagers next to him were cheering, and Lan Qingya noticed with her sharp eyes that he was a demon soldier in disguise.

These people are, after all, bewitched mortals, and Lan Qingya cannot take their lives.

As the saying goes, the enemy of your enemy is your friend.

Since the demons wanted to kill that young master, she had to rescue him, perhaps she could get some clues.

While he was thinking, the demon soldiers on the altar lit the straw, and the villagers below let out numb cheers.

Lan Qingya took a deep breath and flew to the altar. She cut the rope with a spiritual blade and picked up the unconscious young man. She didn't look back and flew straight into the mountain.

The demon soldier wanted to catch her, but his hand reached out and he missed.

The villagers under the altar immediately became agitated and crazy, screaming and running around like headless flies.

Lan Qingya knew that they wanted to attack her.

But now she was flying in the air, and they could only look up and shout.

Continuing to move forward into the mountain, after flying over three hills, Lan Qingya could no longer see the demonized villagers. She then slowly landed on the ground and placed the young man next to a tree.

Only now did she have time to take a closer look at his appearance.

This young man was wearing a purple brocade robe, a color that makes one look darker, but on him he looked as graceful as the moon.

The facial features exude a sense of perfection with strict proportions.

Another good-looking skin.

Lan Qingya took advantage of the fact that he was still asleep and unscrupulously admired his beauty with her eyes.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed not far away.

This time, she really saw the white shadow.

It's definitely not an illusion.

Lan Qingya released her spiritual sense, but still could not find any trace.

She got it.

This thing is extremely good at camouflage.

It had been lingering around them ever since they entered the town, and now it had followed them here.

He has a purpose and won't leave easily.

Maybe she could lure him out.

Thinking of this, Lan Qingya no longer insisted on finding the trace of that thing, but started a fire on the spot.

There were dozens of golden pheasants caught in Wushan in the storage bag. She took one out at random, cleaned it in no time, and then started roasting it while humming a little tune.

The chicken gradually changed color and dripped fat, sizzling into the fire below.

Brush some cumin, some honey, and sprinkle some salt.

The sweet aroma of meat drifted far away on the wind.

Soon, the white shadow came over hesitantly, stopping every three steps.

Lan Qingya glanced over and saw that it was a snow-white fox.

No wonder he is so cunning, turns out he is a fox.

There is a spiritual look in the eyes of this little fox, which does not seem to be an ordinary creature.

Lan Qingya knew that she couldn't rush things at this point, so she said to herself, "Oh, this golden pheasant smells so good, I can't finish it all by myself, what should I do?"

Sure enough, the little fox took two steps forward.

"Just throw it away if you can't eat it? That's such a waste. Golden Pheasants are not a delicacy that everyone has seen or eaten!"

The little fox took two more steps forward with drooling eyes.

"Not just this one, I have dozens more in my bag. I can eat them all at once tonight! How wonderful!"

The little fox took two more steps forward, and now it was very close to Lan Qingya.

It looked at her carefully, and seeing that she was smiling, it stretched its neck to smell the chicken on the fire.

Lan Qingya's spiritual consciousness moved, and the demon-binding rope in the storage bag flew out and tied it up tightly.

The little fox was obviously unwilling to be caught and struggled for a few times while lying on the ground.

Lan Qingya smiled and said, "Give up, the lock is getting tighter the more you struggle."

It fell for her trick and bared its teeth at her unhappily.

Lan Qingya didn't take it as an offense, and said innocently: "You can't blame me for this, it's your fault for following me secretly all the time."

"If I don't use this trick, how can you talk to me here obediently?"

The little fox stopped struggling and looked at her with its round eyes.

"This broken place is filled with demonic energy. How did you get in?"

The little fox immediately gestured something with its head, and Lan Qingya watched for a long time.

Didn't understand.

The little fox was obviously a little anxious, but he didn't know how to make her understand.

Lan Qingya sensed its emotions and discussed with it: "If you want me to help you, just tell me a way. I will let you go now. If you run away, I will not look for you again. Do you understand?"

The little fox actually nodded, looking well-behaved.

Lan Qingya stretched out her hand and the demon-binding rope was taken back into the storage bag.

The little fox who regained his freedom first stood up, stretched his legs gracefully, then shook himself loudly to smooth out the fur on his body before gesturing to Lan Qingya.