Pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger, and take your enemy home.

Shi Nianchu was taken into the royal court just like this.

The Royal Court is located in the center of Bulohing Island, with carved railings, black tiles, purple pillars and golden beams, and towering pavilions that exude a quaint and solemn atmosphere.

She was covered all the way and was finally put into an antique room, where many maids were waiting.

Yan Xiao: "Put some clothes on this woman. She is our most pious gift to the God of Satsuma tonight."

"Follow."

There were heavy guards outside the room, and Yan Xiao was so confident that Shi Nianchu couldn't escape even if he had wings.

Shi Nianchu cooperated and put on the special "sacrificial clothes" of the Uqiang people.

It's actually better looking than the ones sold in stores.

The maids were chatting after they had nothing to do, and they didn't shy away from Shi Nianchu at all.

In their eyes, she was just a "sacrifice" who couldn't survive tonight, and she was no threat at all.

"The high priest and the saint will be here in person, and I heard that she is not the only one being sacrificed today!"

"Those people who sneaked in from outside will be punished today."

"I heard that this woman has a good background, and the higher-ups attach great importance to her. They will ask the family's treasure to absorb her soul and accumulate moonlight."

"The clan's most precious treasure? Then don't we have a chance to see it? What if it is snatched away by outsiders?"

"The clan leader has already sent people to set up a dragnet. No one can escape."

"I heard that King Wuqiang Gu is going to reappear. Is it true?"

"If it is true, then the revival of our Uqiang people is just around the corner."

Shi Nianchu's eyes were calm, and he secretly remembered all their conversations, and demonstrated all the feasible plans in his mind.

……

After Yan Li broke through the illusion and came out, he met up with the people he had brought earlier.

"Master, we have found out where Wu Jiajia is being held. Do you want to..."

Yanli interrupted him, a hint of impatience floating in his eyes as cold as an ancient well, "Her matter is not urgent."

Shi Nianchu's whereabouts are still unknown.

Most likely he was caught.

Their coming to Bulohing Island must not be hidden from the top brass of the Wuqiang tribe. If she were in the hands of the Wuqiang tribe, her life would not be in danger for the time being.

If his guess is correct, the Wuqiang people's next step may be to use Shi Nianchu as bait to lure themselves into the bait.

As for which part of Buloxing Island is the most heavily guarded, it is undoubtedly the Royal Court. The sacrificial ceremony of the God of Satsuma Festival is also held outside the palace.

He had to find a way to sneak in.

Then Yanli divided his people into three groups, two groups acted according to the original plan, and the other group followed him into the royal court to rescue people.

……

In the royal court at night, there was singing and dancing, bonfires were swaying, and the smoke filled the entire sky.

The whole Wuqiang tribe gathered together for a carnival.

During the day, small sacrifices in each household have been completed, and in the evening it is the "sacred sacrifice" that the high priest personally opens the altar and presides over.

On the altar filled with various unknown dried herbs and animal bones, a lacquered wooden cross gradually rose up. The person tied with ropes on it was Shi Nianchu.

She looked at everything below expressionlessly, and she didn't know what she was thinking with her calm eyes.

Heavy gongs and drums sounded, and thousands of people worshiped.

They looked in the direction of Shi Nianchu, as if they were looking up to gods, muttering something incomprehensible.

Then the high priest of the Wuqiang tribe slowly walked onto the high platform surrounded by dozens of wizards.

When the music started, the wizard danced upon hearing the sound, holding the animal bone in his hand. His expression was dull, his movements were wild and strange, and he made whining sounds from time to time.

The high priest raised the staff in his hand and everyone knelt down again. Then he spoke in a language that Shi Nianchu couldn't understand.

She only saw the Uqiang people's emotions rising day by day.

Immediately afterwards, everyone held something like dry firewood in their hands, came to the cross on the altar, knelt down devoutly, and threw the things at Shi Nianchu's feet.

Another carnival. I saw the high priest solemnly lifting a box.

Shi Nianchu's pupils shrank sharply, that was... the pattern of bloody roses!