The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

In the dream that should have been a chaotic one, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

The flying flowers nourished by blood rushed up to the sky in the strong wind and suddenly exploded. The falling golden and red silk threads turned into a net that spread throughout the sky and earth, dispersing the ubiquitous black and gray fog in the deceased's dreams, leaving the evil spirits hiding in it nowhere to hide.

But, it's not enough.

The girl's sweatshirt and overalls had somehow turned into a black robe with golden and red patterns.

Her long hair was loosely tied up with a hairband and hung down her back. With such attire, the dagger in her hand was no longer a weapon but more like a ceremonial object.

She took a step forward.

clang!

More than four thousand years ago, Dayu cast nine tripods to rule the nine provinces and offer sacrifices to the gods and ghosts of the world.

Later, the Shang people developed a more complete sacrificial system based on the Xia people's sacrificial tradition, using human sacrifices.

The original connection between the ancient gods and humans was so bloody.

Yet the most intimate.

More than two thousand years ago, Qu Yuan composed "Nine Songs" based on the folk sacrificial songs of Chu, using the most extremely beautiful words to praise the gods.

clang! clang!

At this moment, in the chaotic dream, the crisp sound of chimes from thousands of years ago seemed to ring out.

The girl in the priest's robe awkwardly followed the dance steps of a thousand years ago and sang the sacrificial song: "If there is someone in the mountains, wearing hibiscus and wearing lady's vines..."

clang!clang!clang!

"I am in a secluded bamboo forest and I cannot see the sky. The road is dangerous and I am alone..."

Tick.

Tick.

The sound of blood dripping was hidden under the girl's sacrificial song, and together with the chimes, she tried to communicate with the gods in the most primitive way.

Of course, it is communicating with God.

The mechanical sound body hidden in the chaotic dream was originally nervous for a moment because of the blockade of the golden and red blood line - and unlocked another emotional module - but its excellent database allowed it to understand the meaning of this Chuci that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The priests dressed up as mountain gods to pray for the gods to come.

but……

[I'm sorry, Ms. Yu, your spirit can't come in, and you can't leave unless I agree.]

The mechanical voice said calmly.

But Yu Jiao ignored it. The blood on her wrist continued to build a net of heaven and earth.

"The sky is dark and the day is gloomy, the east wind blows and the gods rain..."

The girl said nothing, just closed her eyes slightly.

Later on, it is no longer "Nine Songs: Mountain Ghost": "The clouds cover the sky, and the spirits of the gods hide in the secluded mountains... I pray to the heavens with a pious heart, hoping that the gods will bring good luck."

The only sacrificial song that the last priest bloodline learned when it died young thousands of years ago.

This moment just happened to be in line with the name of the mountain god.

The delicate dagger was placed across the bloody wound on the wrist, hiding the overly hideous flesh and blood. Therefore, this incongruous altar, in the midst of the blood, was more strange and grand in its weird beauty.

But this beauty is by no means gaudy.

Yu Jiao raised her eyes and looked accurately at the wandering soul of Luo Yaoyao: "To deal with a piece of trash who hides his head and shows his tail, I don't need my god to take action personally."

The numb and wandering soul stopped.

After a while, Luo Yaoyao's face slightly raised and turned to Yu Jiao, and her human voice was no longer disguised and had no ups and downs.

"How cunning, human."

"Each each other."

A girl in a sacrificial robe sat on the ground, her skirt spread out smoothly, the golden and red threads fluttering slightly in the calming wind.

She stared at it.

He was not ashamed of himself for learning how to use his thousand-year-old antique bloodline from the Luck Plundering System to deal with it directly.

It looked at Yu Jiao.

It seems like I have reacquainted myself with this person - a naive and innocent person who has been ruined by the lazy system.

Both sides say one thing on the surface, but another thing in their hearts... well, in the database.

But the atmosphere did not relax at all because of this hellish tacit understanding. He had been hiding the clues that Luo Yaoyao's soul might be tracked as an intelligent life, but now it was exposed. The Luck Plundering System did not calculate even a 1% chance of failure.

It used Luo Yaoyao's face to imitate Yu Jiao and tilted its head slightly: "What's the point of finding me?"

Yu Jiao asked back: "Why is it useless?"

She held up the dagger and said, "If I can find you, I can kill you. I can prevent you from making a comeback and harming the future of me, my country, and my compatriots."

"With a knife?"

"Use a knife."

Luo Yaoyao smiled, a smile full of AI pseudo-humanity: "Let's not talk about whether the knife can kill the data. Before you make a move, I only need one ten-millionth of a second to get away, unless——"

"unless?"

Luo Yaoyao paused for a moment before saying, "No unless."

Even though the human girl had the most complete and ancient priest bloodline, it came from outer space, and the restrictions of this small world were not naturally suitable for it. Only the natural gods, mountains, and rivers in their heyday could control it, which had no host and was not restricted by the basic conventions of intelligent life.

But are there any such powerful natural gods nowadays?

The little mountain god outside? It admitted that his power was very tempting, the most powerful one it had ever seen (at the end of the tide).

But isn't this possible?

It has trapped itself in the soul of its previous host, wondering if the soul of the previous host... has been sold to it?

“There are some.”

Yu Jiao said, "You are judging humans by your AI's perspective."

'Luo Yaoyao':?

'Luo Yaoyao': "I am not an AI."

Well known.

In this small world, being called AI is almost equivalent to being called artificial idiot.

The Luck Plundering System has had enough of the name "artificial idiocy" :)

Yu Jiao's words forced the Luck Plundering System to expend some computing power to think about what this meant. However, Yu Jiao was usually very kind and would not have the heart to make things difficult for others... or fake people.

She chose to reveal the secret directly:

"You said that even Feng Lan can't catch you easily, which means that Feng Lan, who has lost power, can catch you if he tries his best."

"But you know that Feng Lan's position as a deity is not one that is worshipped by all people, nor is it that he has an extraordinary background..."

"But am I the only one who will sacrifice myself to help him become a god?"

The wound on her wrist was already bleeding slightly. The girl raised her lips and her eyes showed a sense of pride. "Let's take a gamble."

"I'll bet my life on you, is that enough to sacrifice you to the god I serve?"

"..."

Luo Yaoyao's eyes widened slightly, and his even tone revealed his incomprehension, "Mad man."

The soul's cold eyelids closed for a few seconds, then opened again and pointed out the loophole, "It only takes me one ten-millionth of a second to escape."

Girl: "Oh, then you leave."

it:"……"

Tried, can't get away.

This situation shows that the girl in front of him was trying to kill herself from the very beginning when she struck the first blow!

They didn't break up at that time, did they?

So crazy!

nerve!

What happened to the fact that humans have an extremely strong desire to survive? !

From leaving the Luo family to heading straight to Huating to mess with Luo Yaoyao, wasn't it all for the sake of survival? !

If Yu Jiao knew what it was thinking, she would definitely refute it harshly: Everyone has to die, some people’s death is heavier than Mount Tai, while others’ death is lighter than a feather.

Just like saving the withered mountains thousands of years ago, Yu Jiao could not deceive her own heart.

The chief criminal who brought disaster to the small world could escape at any time, and the god who could punish him could not be contacted. If he pretended to be submissive, he would only become a tool. At this moment, if he sacrificed his life, he could forever end this cycle of disasters that had come from heaven countless times.

Yu Jiao asked herself again and again, and the answer was still yes.

only……

Yu Jiao endured the pain of tearing the wound again. Seeing that the blood flow was no longer as fast and the pain was gradually numb, her mind became uncontrollably distracted.

Does she look ugly?

Do you want to have a cut on the aorta in your leg?

778 Why is he always bragging? Where is the little hottie he promised me?

If I kill the useless system while it's still in Luo Yaoyao's soul, I should be able to keep one percent of its life, right?

Should we make the dead live a little, or the living die a little?

Feng Lan...

Thinking of this name, Yu Jiao felt inexplicably fortunate. Fortunately, she told her second brother, third brother, and sister A Yao about Feng Lan's existence.

Otherwise, if she accidentally died, who would make tiramisu for the mountain god?

The chaotic thoughts became blurred as the blood was lost, and then gradually became clear.

carry on.

continue.

The priestess followed her god's example and wove gorgeous golden and red silk threads into a net. If the net of heaven is vast and wide, then this net, woven from the bloodline that has been passed down for more than five thousand years and leaped through a thousand years of time, is like silk that is thin but has no trace of a crack.

Perfectly clothed.

It turns out that her main job and skill points have always been spent on this lost profession.

After she broke free from the fate woven for her by the luck plundering system, accepted the help of 778, and finally met Feng Lan by coincidence, she gradually understood the past thousands of years ago. Perhaps her true fate had already destined her to embark on this reincarnation -

The girl's face was pale, but her eyes were sharp as she stared at the gray ball of light that was struggling in Luo Yaoyao's soul.

——It will also stop this cycle.

【*&%￥@……&*￥@！ 】

“——Aaaaaah!”

The net woven by desperate courage is very effective.

The mechanical sound no longer had the sense of control that it always had. Under the influence of the blood of a demigod, all the emotional modules were forced to activate in an instant.

I don’t know how long I have been at large, and I don’t know how many small worlds I have passed through.

It tasted fear for the first time, and after uttering a string of garbled characters, it could only vent its pain by shrieking through the soul shell of its former host, which it despised.

——The data stream is being drained out one by one, and the soul of the human host is being dissolved bit by bit.

——How can I not feel pain when I endure double the pain?

[Humanity——! ]

The Luck Plundering System has bound countless human hosts, and it knows what the system means to a human being in a lower plane.

No one would willingly give up this power, and no one would refuse its harmless offer.

But now a weirdo has appeared, who is willing to die together with it even at the cost of his own life!

It has never even taken the initiative to persecute Yu Jiao!

If the luck-plundering system with unprecedentedly rich emotional modules wasn't too painful, it would have wanted to shout out "what hatred, what grudge!" But now all its CPUs are looking for a breakthrough point, and the desire for survival of intelligent life is never lower than that of humans.

Finally it was found.

The gray light ball was hidden in the translucent soul of Luo Yaoyao, and gray and black thorns flew up from its surface, which looked very unhealthy. If someone could touch those "thorns", they might be invaded by a huge amount of information and feel the unhealthy feeling with their own body...

But it suddenly broke away from Luo Yaoyao's soul and was exposed in the dream, and the golden and red silk threads suddenly wrapped around its body.

The pain is doubled.

【…%@Human! You*&￥will not succeed%￥! 】

Yu Jiao pursed her lips, distressed: "Don't make it sound like I'm the villain."

But she was also very curious, "You came here on your own initiative, what loophole did you find?"

It is flawless if you say it is perfect.

Yu Jiao has seen Feng Lan weaving divine power many times. She has gained enough experience and feels that she is much more meticulous than Feng Lan.

"Let's talk about it. It's a slow process. There's plenty of time."

[That mountain god likes you! ]

Yu Jiao: “…Ah?”

You've been holding it in for so long just to say this?!

The girl held her dizzy head in silence, "You didn't think I would be like a teenage girl, shocked by this, regretful for stopping, and letting you escape, did you?"

Then she said happily, "Of course I know Feng Lan likes me, and I like him too."

Excessive blood loss made her talk nonsense, "Don't struggle, I won't stop, this net is super dense. I won't let you go just because I'm in love. Anyway, I'll be reincarnated after a thousand years of death and I'll still meet Feng Lan. So let's just assume that in another eighteen years I'll be a good girl again. Then Feng Lan will come find me—"

"Where can I find you?"

A cold voice with anger in it suddenly sounded, and a warm, slender hand grasped the girl's wrist. The warmth of the hand made that weird and inhuman face even colder.

The handsome mountain god held his priest's hand and began to heal him.

Yu Jiao: “!”

I'm having hallucinations due to excessive blood loss!

【Ha ha ha ha! 】

The mechanical sound interrupted Yu Jiao's self-deception. The gray light ball laughed wildly and crashed into the gap in the golden and red silk thread that was dissolving in the sky above the chaotic dream. [There is no hole inside, is there no hole outside? ]

[You humans just like to hesitate because of some unfounded things——Gah! ]

With a sizzling sound, the gray ball of light hit the sky and bounced back to the ground with a thud.

After rolling twice, it was sticky on the ground: [——How%@ is this possible! ]

【&%￥】

All the garbled characters came out.

"..."

Yu Jiao stared at the scene in a daze, only to realize that as the wound healed and Feng Lan used some unknown method to pull back the blood and gold threads, the disintegrating net had already been covered with deep and light green.

A power even more profound than the Luck Plundering System, it makes one dizzy at a glance.

——Oh, it could also be a sequelae of excessive blood loss.

"you you……"

【&%@】

Yu Jiao turned her head to look at Feng Lan. Just as she was about to flatter him, she felt guilty when they met her gaze and whispered, "I'm almost done..."

【*&￥*】

Feng Lan said calmly: "The next step is to reincarnate directly, and the next step is to be a hero again in eighteen years, right?"

Yu Jiao: “…”

She felt even more guilty, but when she thought of something, she worriedly held Feng Lan's hand. The pain she had endured for a long time made her voice a little hoarse, "What about you? Do you have enough divine power?"

【&%￥】

"..."

There was a strange pause of two seconds, and the mountain god turned his face away. His jade-white face already had a faint sense of transparency.

His voice was also indifferent: "Just the mortal body dissolves."

At least it won't hurt.

The Luck Plundering System certainly knows how dense the net specifically targeting it can be, but: