Abandoned Daughter from a Noble Family: Poison to the World

The day before the election, Wu Tuyue was still lying under the big locust tree.

The Lan Yu Terrace was empty, and there was nothing there. The sword that Wu Tuyue snatched from Lan Sheng to ward off evil spirits was still in the small courtyard of Zhongnan Mountain.

She had been anxiously waiting for Wu Xingtian to come and call Wu Tuyue away. Only in this way could she further discuss with Mei Zhoulu how to perfectly disguise herself as a poisonous pet.

The chairs on the porch were making her feel hot, and there were piles of leaves at her feet. She kicked into the pile of leaves, but the touch of her toes was not quite right, a little heavy.

Fortunately, she didn't kick it down hard. Half of the snow-white floating reed was hidden in the leaves, with only its head and two pincers exposed.

Lan Yutai called it and took the floating reed in his hand.

Fu Lu rubbed against the wound on her finger, like a spoiled puppy. Lan Yutai wanted to call out Wu Tu Yue, but she kept her mouth shut.

She lowered her head and stroked Fu Lu's back with her fingers.

"Fu Lu, you should always follow me."

Fu Lu nodded obediently, followed Lan Yutai's fingers to climb up to the top of his head where he loved to stay, and lay quietly on top of Lan Yutai's head.

Lan Yutai felt a little relieved and secretly touched the corpse incense hidden in the girdle.

When the setting sun set, Wu Xingtian dressed up in a very solemn and solemn manner. He wore a very gorgeous silver crown on his head, but his face was very ugly.

She called Wu Tuyue away.

The changing ceremony was held at the turn of day and night. A large number of poison cultivators wore wide robes and long sleeves. Different from the sisters surnamed Wu who were saints, most of them prayed in the style of cloud people. One after another, they roughly surrounded the city in a large circle, surrounding the deep city. Surrounded by a deeply sunken altar, they danced forward and chanted simple local dialects.

The altar is on the top of Duzhang Mountain, close to where the headmaster lives.

The layers of terraced fields look like monks' cassocks from a distance, and the darkening sky makes the changing ceremony even more terrifying.

The five poisons were regarded as sacred objects and were enshrined on the sedan chair by poison cultivators, with gongs, drums, suona, and blows.

The huge pit could not be seen to the bottom, and there were mountains of swords and seas of fire on both sides of it. The crazy poisonous cultivator was laughing and laughing, holding the torch, and letting the big pine oil with sparks drip on his body without paying attention.

In the middle of the altar, there are pigs, cattle and sheep used for sacrifice, piles of fruits, and fireworks. The headmaster wearing an insect-faced mask holds a bell in his hand and a knife in one hand, and cuts off the heads of the three animals neatly while muttering something.

Wu Xingtian also wore a bug-face mask. She respectfully raised a tray, caught the three heads, and placed them on the altar table.

There was blood all over the ground, but under the dusk, it was impossible to tell whether it was human blood or animal blood.

The headmaster held a bell and jumped up and down in the center of the altar, speaking words he couldn't understand.

As the elder who guards the mountain, Mei Zhoulu could not have participated in the election change. Among the saints, without her, she wore her usual clothes, listened to the greetings from other cultivators, and quietly walked into Wu Tuyue's hut.

"This is a human skin mask disguised as a poisonous pet. This is a potion that confuses the smell."

Mei Zhoulu knew that Lan Yutai wanted to take away the Bone Su, so he specially brought an ice jade box that could isolate smell and induction.

Lan Yutai was very agile, pretending to be a ferocious poisonous pet, and tied the ice jade box to his waist.

Meizhoulu rode a strong white deer. She sat on the deer's back, and her poisonous pet followed behind her, walking down the mountain trail little by little.

The entire journey was silent, with no ambush from Jianghu Zhengdao or other situations.

Everything went strangely smoothly and quietly. The two people and the deer walked not very fast. The fallen leaves under their feet made a crunching sound, and poisonous insects also rushed to the top of the mountain because they sensed the excitement of the altar.