The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

At the end of the hour, the two came to the ancestral hall together.There were already a large number of people standing in the open space in front of the door, and even the prestigious patriarch Ulan stood respectfully at the front of the crowd.

On the stone platform of the ancestral hall, a girl with a cold face sat cross-legged, with a little pity in her eyes, looking down at everyone.

It turned out that she was the saint of the Wuxi tribe.

A Wan's glazed eyes scanned the crowd, paused slightly on Mu Feng's face, and then turned away quickly.

The man's eyes were too deep, which somehow made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Ulan led the clansmen to prostrate on the ground, followed the saint, and chanted a spell that Mu Feng could not understand.

Mu Feng was dragged by Wu Zhu to kneel down together, and she heard her explain to himself in a low voice: "If you don't kneel, it is a blasphemy against the gods, and you will be punished by the gods."

Mu Feng looked at the slender girl sitting on the high platform, and suddenly felt pity for her.She always looks indifferent and indifferent, is she forced by her status as a saint?

In the middle of the ceremony, Ulan murmured something to Awan. Her face turned pale, but she still nodded.

With a happy expression on her face, Ulan took a mahogany urn from the tribe beside her and handed it to Ah Wan.

Awan took it, hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth under Ulan's expectant gaze, pulled out the saber at her waist, rolled up her sleeves, and drew a fierce stroke on her thin white arm, the bright red blood immediately It gushes out, and drops drop by drop into the empty urn.

Mu Feng was taken aback. Out of the instinct of a doctor, he subconsciously wanted to stop this kind of self-mutilation.But Wuzhu quickly grabbed her with her eyes and said, "Drinking the blood of the holy woman can keep our people in good health for a year. This has been passed down from the ancestors of the Wuxi tribe."

The blood is still flowing out, it seems that it will not stop until the urn is filled.

Ah Wan's face became paler and paler, and gradually even her lips lost their color.But she still gritted her teeth and persisted, letting the blood and life go by little by little.

If you continue to flow, you will die!

Mu Feng was about to push Wu Zhu away and tell these people that no matter whose blood it was, they couldn't cure diseases.But Ulan took the mahogany urn with a smile, lightly dipped a smear of bright red blood with her fingers, and put it in her mouth, as if she had tasted a fine nectar, showing a satisfied smile.

Then the mahogany urn was passed around in the hands of each clansman, and the girl's blood flowed on their tongues and fingers, satisfying their twisted desires.

No one took a look at the girl who enshrined blood for them. She was holding on to the pillar and was so weak that she would fall almost anytime and anywhere.

But she still stood there tenaciously, despite the cold sweat soaking through her clothes, her snow-like eyes became even more indifferent at this moment.

Wuzhu happily held the peach wood urn in front of Mu Feng: "Young Master Mu, you should eat some too."

Looking at the bright red viscous liquid, Mu Feng felt nauseous.He quickly stretched out his hand and pushed it away, looking for the lonely figure, and found that she had quietly left at some point.

"Where does your saint live?" Mu Feng asked, "I'll go and see her."

She lost so much blood, if she didn't want to make up for it, it would hurt her body very much.

"Ah Wan lives on the top of the mountain over there. But she has a withdrawn personality, and usually no one is allowed to go to her residence unless there are important matters to discuss. Mr. Mu, if you want to see her, I will take you there."

Wuzhu led the way, and the two walked up the mountain.

When approaching the top of the mountain, Wuzhu stopped: "I'll wait for you here."

It was because their saintly woman was too cold, Wuzhu was a little reluctant to deal with her.

The terrain on the top of the mountain is open, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, the chirping of birds, and the indescribable tranquility.A small three-storey bamboo building is located among the flowers.

Mu Feng was surprised when he saw these flowers.The endless flowers all over the mountains and plains turned out to be the flowers of the other shore!The petals are slender and curled, but the leaves are not seen in the flowers. The red is enchanting and charming, and it is thrilling.Under the scorching sun, the beauty is strange, like a thick blood, covering the earth and flowing to the sky.

There was a person standing among the flowers, watching Mu Feng silently, even if he was a little far away, he could still feel her hostility.

"What are you doing here? Who allowed you to come? Leave immediately, strangers are not welcome here!"

Mu Feng tried his best to express his kindness to her, and said with a gentle smile: "You bled a lot just now, you must be very uncomfortable. I am a doctor, and I can't tolerate anyone not paying attention to my body, so I just came here to check your pulse."

The clear and moist young man was wearing a white robe mixed with silver silk. When he flicked slightly, there were dark lines like water waves flowing.At the corner of the robe, a cluster of pear blossoms meanders to the waist. The embroidery is complicated and exquisite. The snow-white pear petals are in full bloom, and crystal stones hang on the tender yellow stamens, giving people a kind of ethereal beauty.

A head of jet-black hair hung loosely over his shoulders and fell on his chest, forming a stark contrast with the snow-white clothes.A pair of eyes are like the brightest cold stars in the distant night sky, deep and distant, silent and concentrating.

With a slight smile, it makes people feel that the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

Ah Wan looked away.He said coldly: "I'm fine, I don't need you to worry about it, please go back."

She turned around to go back to the house, but before taking a few steps, her knees gave way and she fell to the ground.

Mu Feng strode forward, regardless of offending her, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other on her knee, and hugged her up.I just feel that the girl in my arms is as thin as a piece of paper, and will be blown away by the wind anytime and anywhere.

She is too thin, and her body will only get worse in the long run.

Ah Wan pushed him a few times, her arms went limp.Probably lost too much blood, she finally lost the strength to struggle, so she could only let Mu Feng carry her into the bamboo building and put her on the bed.

Mu Feng went to the table to pour a glass of water, then took out a porcelain bottle from his coat, poured out a white pill, and held it in his palm: "Do you drink it yourself or should I feed you?"