All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

The evening clouds merged and crows flew in all directions.

The woods were thick with fog. Moonlight seeped through the gaps between the trees and shone on the red tassels around the sedan bearers' waists, causing the light and shadows to sway slightly.

Four bearers carried a bright red wooden sedan, shouting slogans in strange accents, and moved forward step by step in the forest full of rotten leaves and mud.

"Auspicious times for divination, good times for fortune telling."

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"Welcome all the ghosts and bless the dead souls."

A handful of yellow talismans were scattered across the sky.

"The underworld has no boundaries, and the gods have no spirits."

The curtain of the sedan chair with an ink-colored altar painted on it swayed left and right.

"Sacrifice today, may the ghosts rest in peace."

There are peach wood swords on the left and Bagua mirrors on the right at both ends of the sedan chair, which are both eerie and mysterious.

The sedan bearers shouted that they were worshiping ghosts, but in fact they were exorcising them. There was a sense of weirdness everywhere.

boom--

A dull pain came from the forehead, a pair of pale hands held the forehead, and a slight hissing sound was let out.

"Fuck, he hits me on the head as soon as he comes."

Ning Zhi slowly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes raised, and then trembled suddenly.

"Fuck, where did this come from?"

Everywhere he looked, there were strange cinnabar graffiti. There was a pattern to it but he couldn't understand it. It was somewhat similar to talismans and should be a kind of spell.

His body swayed from side to side, and he realized that he was wearing a blue and red robe, covered in silver jewelry, and the collar around his neck was so heavy that it was difficult for him to lift his head.

The two long tassels on the sides of the neck encircle the wrists, looking more like shackles than decorations.

It rustles when it moves.

The palanquins, the robes, the drums and chanting outside.

What is going on? ?

[Dandan is here~ Don’t be afraid, God, you are just getting married~]

[…Are you talking like a human being? Why would a man like me get married… No way! ]

Ning Zhi reached out and touched it, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he is still a man.

[Tongzi, what the hell is this place? ]

[In Nanjiangling, the people here believe in witch gods. They worship at birth, death, and marriage. Everyone raises Gu and worships the holy Gu spirit as the messenger of the witch god. Unfortunately, you, Lord God, are the one~]

Ning Zhi lightly lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and felt even more strange when he saw that it was gloomy and empty outside.

【Why is it unfortunate? 】

[Because the blood of the witch god's messenger can feed all kinds of Gu, in their eyes, you are the Gu pot given to them by the witch god, born only for feeding Gu. ]

Ning Zhi lifted up his sleeves and saw the runes on his body. He sneered, "So the original owner died of blood loss?"

[Well, there is a big clan called Xingling Clan in Nanjiangling. Every witch god messenger will be offered to the highest elder of Xingling Clan, regardless of gender, to feed the longevity Gu. The original owner encountered the sudden death of the chief elder on the day of her wedding, which was regarded as a bad omen. Later, she became the container of Gu, and was corroded by thousands of Gu, and died of blood loss. ]

The sedan suddenly jolted, and Ning Zhi leaned on the wooden windows on both sides to keep his balance.

bang——

The red sedan fell to the ground and curses from the bearers could be heard from outside.

"It's so damn unlucky. I'm carrying a sedan chair and I encounter a coffin. It's so dark, what kind of ghost is this?"

"Damn, the wind is so cold, I wonder if there's a ghost!"

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, the curtain of the sedan chair was blown open, and Ning Zhi was almost blinded.

The bearers' curses suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a pitch-black coffin parked in front of the sedan.

Ning Zhi was not afraid of ghosts and gods. He kicked open the curtain of the sedan chair, stepped over the wooden threshold in front of the sedan chair, and walked to the coffin.

I looked around and was surprised. Why was there no one there?

The coffin fell down and the lid was no longer tightly closed, leaving a gap large enough for Ning Zhi to see clearly.

There was a young man in black inside, who looked young, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old at most.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes were long and thick, and her slender neck was as white as snow.

Ning Zhi looked a little dazed.

It’s not because the boy is good-looking, but because his appearance... is exactly the same as Mu Sheng!

He reached in, pushed aside the boy's collar, and saw the red spot in his memory.

Even this birthmark is the same...

The surroundings were shrouded in fog, and the only thing Ning Zhi could see clearly was himself and the coffin.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew from behind.

He immediately dodged sideways and narrowly avoided the sharp scimitar.

"Messenger, I am the most loyal believer of the witch god. It is not too much to take a little blood from you."

The man who spoke was one of the sedan bearers. A small black snake was wrapped around the arm holding the scimitar, and it was spitting its tongue at Ning Zhisisi.

Oh shit, that’s an eyesore.

Ning Zhi couldn't stand the ugly appearance of the snake, so he used his divine power to directly hit the little snake that was half-standing up.

The man tried to hide but failed and soon he smelled a burnt aroma.

His Gu is ripe.

"I won't give you the blood, but I'll treat you to some roasted snake." Ning Zhi took a deep sip and said with a curved lip, "My cooking skills are pretty good. It smells delicious."

The man looked at the love Gu on the ground, feeling a pang of heartache, and tightened his grip on the scimitar, "Since the messenger has killed my Gu, he should pay for it with himself!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the flute at his waist and started to play it.

As the flute sounded, rustling sounds came from around Ning Zhi, like many insects crawling.