Abandoned Daughter from a Noble Family: Poison to the World

Meizhoulu sighed and looked at Su Wanqing.

"Kang Hu came to see me a few days ago. He didn't say anything. He just left a poisonous scorpion for me on the viewing platform."

"Kanghu is really a white crow. However, Taoist Master Mei is willing to treat each other with sincerity, so we will not meet with swords."

Su Wanqing put her hand on her belt. It was a poison-quenched soft sword. As long as she wanted to, she could pierce the enemy's throat with a surprise sword.

Mei Zhoulu laughed, holding his forehead with his hand, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"Ten years ago, the Poison Sect was in turmoil. The old leader was the master of the two saints of the Poison Sect. He wanted to sacrifice Wu Tu Yue, one of the two saints, to the Gu God. Wu Xingtian learned the news and told Wu Tu Yue , prompting Wu Tuyue to defect and go down the mountain."

The cold moonlight fell on her shoulders, and Su Wanqing unconsciously rubbed her shoulders with one hand.

"How to make a sacrifice?"

The Poison Gate is strange and gloomy, and most of the people living there are psychopaths and lunatics. Everyone has the blood of countless people in their hands, and no one is innocent.

Meizhoulu picked up a white seed and threw it into the round wooden bowl containing the black seed.

"The Gu God is equivalent to the mascot of the Poison Sect. Every generation of headmasters must sacrifice to it before emerging to seek good luck. As for the sacrificial ceremony..."

Su Wanqing looked at Bai Zi who was trapped in the black spots.

"Treating people as sacrifices to please a god that doesn't exist at all? Bai Gu bites his body, making it bloody, just for a lucky draw... It's also the style of the Poison Sect."

Wu Tu Yue was never a character who allowed herself to be manipulated by others. She played with the rules of the world, and she was the only one who could play with other people's lives.

She would never succumb to authority, even if that person was the master who single-handedly picked her out of the refugee pile, even if he was so kind to her and taught her all his skills, Wu Tuyue still regarded herself as the number one Bit.

Su Wanqing's eyes unconsciously moved to her right forearm, where there was a pattern that resembled a scorpion.

Ever since she learned about the origin of the poisonous snake tattoo on Su Yaoqin's body, she has been wondering whether her relationship with the Poison Sect started long before Wu Xingtian solved everything.

"Is the selection of sacrifice candidates random, or are there certain rules?"

It is impossible to take apart any one of the two saints of the Poison Sect.

Su Wanqing looked at Wu Xingtian and felt that his junior uncle was not the kind of person who could bear to be separated from his best friend.

Kang Hu once said that there were three people in the world who asked him about the whereabouts of the Silver Dragon Spine, Wu Tuyue and Wu Xingtian, a full ten years before Su Wanqing.

In other words, ten years ago, around the time Wu Tuyue came down from the mountain, the wounds on her body needed to be suppressed by the Silver Dragon Spine.

"Generally, the more beautiful disciples in the sect should be selected for sacrifices. The prettier they are, the more respect they can show to the Gu God. Just like the folk He Bo getting married, the sacrifices should be fragrant and delicious, so that the Gu God will like it."

Mei Zhoulu picked up the white seed and threw it back.

"Do you know why Wu Tuyue used that Silver Dragon Spine?"

Lin Shengbing emerged from Su Wanqing's subconscious and almost blurted out: "She wants to imitate Lin Shengbing?"

Mei Zhoulu was so sad that she almost cried. She really had no intention of joining the feud in the poisonous sect again. She kept fighting all day long. She thought she could live a peaceful life after surviving and becoming an elder.

"It's not about learning, but this method was originally thought up by Wu Xingtian to extend Wu Tuyue's life."

As soon as she lifted up the Taoist robe on her right hand, three poisonous tattoos were visible on her body.

"You are a member of the Poison Sect, so you must be very familiar with this thing. There are only a handful of people in the Poison Sect who live as long as me. The more poison marks there are, the shorter the lifespan is. Wu Tuyue is a lunatic who is willing to risk his life while practicing. , when she becomes stronger, she will raise her butcher knife to kill those she doesn’t like.”

There is no good person in the poisonous sect.

Maybe some people have good intentions at first, but if they survive until poisonous marks grow on their bodies, they no longer have any conscience at all, and everything has been wiped out by the poison door.

"Wu Xingtian is rebellious and rebellious. She doesn't want to accept the fate given to her by the way of heaven. She changed her own destiny and also wants to change Wu Tuyue's. She just happened to catch up with the old headmaster to choose the sacrifice. If I was careless and let him go, he was demoted to this Taoist temple by the old headmaster to live in his old age."

Mei Zhoulu held the two corners of the hem with both hands and shook them gently to smooth out the wrinkles.

"My good days are over, young man, and your good days are coming to an end too. Look at the moon in the sky. Is it starting to turn red?"