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

Ning Zhi was pulled by him all the way to the altar, and the harsh voice in his mind did not dissipate.

Looking at Mu Sheng's back, he frowned slightly.

It seems that I can’t hear the voice of my heart clearly.

The villagers who passed by were all talking about Ning Zhi.

After all, he is the only foreigner.

"That must be the envoy who got married. She is so beautiful. The gift from the witch god is really enviable."

"What do you mean by marriage? It's just for show to outsiders. If we hadn't obtained the envoys in the name of marriage, how could our Xingling clan have always been a big clan in Nanjiangling?"

"I see, my father knows more!"

When Ning Zhi and the others arrived, the Great Elder was meditating at the altar, while the priest Mu Gongliang, whose head was wrapped like a rice dumpling, was looking at him with resentment.

"Young Master." Mu Gongliang came over and glanced at the two people's clasped hands.

Mu Sheng had no expression on his face and didn't even pay attention to him.

Ning Zhi looked at his cold and aloof appearance, which was completely different from his previous appearance, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mu Gongliang felt a little embarrassed being ignored. When he saw Ning Zhi raising his eyebrows, he subconsciously thought that he was mocking him, which added to his resentment.

"Messenger, it seems that this worship ceremony does not require your participation?" He deliberately raised his voice to attract the surrounding villagers.

The messenger of the witch god was a foreigner to the villagers. Although rumors about his power as a witch god were widely circulated in the village, seeing is believing. Before seeing him with their own eyes, the villagers were still very wary of him.

Ning Zhi glanced at the big bump on his head and said with a smile: "The priest is indeed a priest. He knows the process of the worship ceremony very well."

"of course."

"Is this thing on your head also necessary for worshiping the witch god? Is it exclusive to priests?" Ning Zhi pointed at the black cloth on his head in confusion.

The villagers had been puzzled for a long time, but they didn't dare to be the first to ask. Now that Ning Zhi pointed it out, they dared to ask a few questions.

Mu Gongliang's face turned green and red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I have a headache recently and I am afraid of the wind."

If the villagers knew that he had a wound on his head and that he was beaten by Ning Zhi, how would he, as a priest, put his face down?

Ning Zhi laughed, and Mu Sheng looked at Mu Gongliang and blurted out, "It's wrapped like a dung beetle."

His description was so vivid that the villagers around him all laughed out loud, and even Ning Zhi smiled.

Mu Gongliang was embarrassed, his teeth chattering, "Since the messenger is here, why don't you show us whether you have any magical powers? The villagers are very curious."

The villagers all looked over curiously. Ning Zhi noticed everyone's gazes and curled the corners of his lips.

"The ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods will begin soon. The priests ignored the witch god and were curious about my divine power. Aren't you afraid that the witch god will blame you?"

Yes, how can we ignore the witch god?

The villagers reacted and immediately bowed to the statue of the witch god again and again, praying for the witch god's forgiveness.

After several villagers finished their worship, they discussed, "Alas, I wonder if the strange disease in the village will disappear after the messenger comes."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I heard that the blood of the witch god's messenger can nourish all kinds of poisonous insects and cure all diseases. The village will be fine."

Mu Gongliang's eyes turned, and he said to the sighing woman, "He is right. The blood of the witch god's messenger contains infinite divine power. Even a drop of it can revive the dead."

He deliberately exaggerated and incited the villagers to seek Ning Zhi's blood.

"Emissary, I kneel down before you. My child has recently developed a strange disease, with a high fever that won't go away. No medical treatment can cure it. I beg you to give me a little blood, just a little bit. As long as my child can survive, I will establish a deity for you and kowtow to you every day!"

A young couple knelt in front of Ning Zhi, crying and holding up a bowl, begging Ning Zhi to let their blood flow.

Mu Sheng's face turned cold, and Ning Zhi's inner voice was so noisy that he couldn't hear anything.

"Get out of here." Mu Sheng pulled Ning Zhi behind him and looked at the couple coldly.

"Young Master, you have survived thanks to the grace of the messenger, so you can't just ignore our lives. Are you worthy of the clan leader and the elders who raised you by being so cold-blooded?"

A storm suddenly formed in Mu Sheng's eyes, and his already dark pupils became even darker. Ning Zhi, who was standing beside him, clearly sensed his displeasure.

Mu Gongliang followed up, "That's right, young master. Although you lost your parents when you were young, the elders have been very good to you. The clan leader and the elders are all kind-hearted people. What's more, you have come back to life now. You can't just hold on to the envoy and not let go."

He then looked at Ning Zhi and said, "Messenger, since you can save the young master, you are naturally willing to sacrifice a little blood to save the child, right?"