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Accompanied by the melodious sound of bells and drums, the most lively Harvest Festival in Que County kicked off. As the music sounded, twelve dancers dressed in luxurious dresses, wearing feather crowns on their heads and holding snow-white bird feathers in their hands walked along the street.

The most eye-catching thing is Xie An standing on the float, his steps are steady and graceful, like a crane flying in the clouds, his movements are smooth and powerful. With a tranquility beyond the world on his face, he stretches his arms, turns around, and waves his feathers, offering awe and worship to the sky.

The streets were surging with people, cheers were rising one after another, the altars and offerings of each household along the long street were connected together, and the smoke from incense pushed the fanatical atmosphere to a climax.

The ceremony started in the afternoon and lasted till the evening. Floats passed through the long street, followed by feather dance teams.

As the sun shines through the clouds, their formation keeps changing, sometimes gathering like a full moon, sometimes spreading out like stars. Every turn and every jump resonates harmoniously with the sound of dance and music, creating a sacred atmosphere.

The Xie family's float was soon filled with flowers, almost drowning Xie An. Of course, it wasn't just the people from Que County who were watching the fun.

On the second floor of Guiyun Pavilion, several figures in linen sat upright. One of the young men frowned as he watched the parade outside, and the follower behind him asked in a low voice: "Master, is there really what we are looking for in Que County?"

Although the young man looked exhausted, his gray linen clothes could not hide his fierce temperament. He calmed everyone down in a deep voice, "We followed Tu Zhen this time. We just need to see who she hands the things to."

They looked at each other and relaxed. It was just a small Que County.

Seeing that the atmosphere had relaxed slightly, several people became interested in watching the parade: "People have been panicking all along the way, and I didn't expect this small Que County to be so lively."

They traveled all the way from Kangjian, passing through countless counties and prefectures, but all of them were expelling refugees.

From top to bottom, from the county magistrate to the common people, everyone excluded outsiders. They seemed to have forgotten that those outside the city gate were citizens of Da Xia just like them, and only thought that they were evil spirits who came to steal their food.

"Yes, this place is like a paradise. The local official here must be a capable person." One person echoed.

The other person narrowed his eyes, thinking of the information he had just heard, and said slowly: "Who knows, it may be related to what we are looking for?"

Several people pricked up their ears and looked over.

He smiled faintly: "The lady of the second branch of the Xie family." She was about to appear.

As the golden crow sets in the west, the orange glow dyes half the sky red. The mist rising from the ground is intertwined with the mortal world, distorting the sacredness of the daytime, as if pulling this space into another world.

Night is the home of ghosts and gods.

Xie Xian, who thought she was going to parade with everyone in the morning, was stopped with a confused look on her face. Her costumes and props were all packed in a box, and she originally planned to wear them before going on stage, so she only took out a mask.

Unexpectedly, Taoist Qingxuan stopped her and said, "Witch is a kind of sorcerer. A woman can do things without form and summon gods through dancing." Her ghost face can only come out from the shadows, so she was scheduled to participate in the parade at night, play the role of ghosts and gods, burn incense, bathe, and be pious.

How could I imagine her doing this, parading in the streets without even wearing any clothes, trying to fool the devil!

Xie Xian touched her nose. Oh, this! My old problem came back. In the past, when rehearsing, I wanted to change clothes backstage. It was inconvenient to wear them. This time, the Nuo opera costumes and props weighed nearly three or four kilograms. It was really exhausting.

Xie Xian was now deep in thought holding half of the mask. In the morning, the ghost mask was still intact, but in the afternoon it was cut open from the nose.

Could it be that the time for the experience coupon of the rich palace drama has come, and someone has finally made a move on me? She felt an indescribable excitement in her heart.

Well, for her now with her maximum fighting power, it is quite interesting to experience the life in the harem occasionally. Touching the neatly cut end, several candidates flashed quickly before her eyes, wow...

She raised her hand and called Qingdai over. The Nuo opera would start in the evening, and they had not yet left the tribe. Xie Xian acted as if nothing had happened, and just wanted to know whose hand was so long.

However, she did not have much time. Looking at the rosy glow in the courtyard, she had to prepare a new ghost mask within an hour. Fortunately, she asked Taoist Qingxuan for some fluorite and phosphorus powder, which came in handy now.

Even now, when Xie Xian thinks of the old Taoist's painful look, she wants to laugh, and also when he asked Xie Xian in shock how he knew their secret Fire Gate techniques.

Xie Xian was too lazy to pay attention to him and could only smile without saying anything. How could she explain it? She said that it was taught by the chemistry teacher of the University of Science? Sure enough, there was no such thing as a lesson in vain. Now, isn't it being used?

She sighed in her heart. She had originally thought that she could just pass by as an ordinary passerby, but Taoist Qingxuan actually prepared an ox cart just for her.

Others have floats, but hers is a bullock cart, eh! There is nothing wrong with a bullock cart decorated in red and white.

As night fell, the noise continued, but at some point a strange convoy joined the parade crowd.

The thick fog was dispersed, and the long street was filled with lanterns, making the people around appear shadowy. A bullock cart was coming from afar, with a string of red cage lanterns hanging from the four corners, and the head of the bull pulling the cart was painted like a skull.

Xie Xian was very satisfied with her masterpiece. The servants pretending to be little devils followed the car in front and behind. They held a pole in their hands, two meters up. On the top was a white mask with a smiling face painted on it and blushed. The people below were shrouded in black robes.

This is a bit difficult, as people walk crookedly inside, with their long robes dragging on the ground.

This inhuman posture, viewed from a distance, looked like a ghost without hands or feet, with a pale smiling face that twisted from time to time, half floating in the world, creating an atmosphere of fear.

The sedan was transparent on all sides, with a red gauze hanging down from the top, dancing in the wind, revealing a ghost-faced witch priest sitting cross-legged inside.

As the wheels moved slowly, the bell bone decorations on the top of the sedan made rhythmic sounds.

The ghost-faced witch in the car suddenly turned his head, revealing a face with green face and fangs, which was eerie and terrifying.

The villagers were frightened and screamed and stepped back, causing a burst of laughter. Xie Xian was satisfied. The two faces in front and back were funny!

At this time, the streets were filled with incense and fire. Unlike the colorful flowers during the day, the streets at night were swaying with red lights. Many people bought masks and put them on their faces, following the team.

I don’t know if it was because Xie Xian’s team acted too realistically, the villagers only followed from a distance, but more and more people gathered.

"Look, it's a real little ghost, wow, it can even float!" A doll sat on an adult's neck, clapping and laughing.

"Is it really that person who came?" The woman looked uncertain. Logically speaking, the most important thing in a witch ritual is to invite the god to possess the body. "I wonder if it is the one from the underworld."

In the private room on the second floor of Guiyun Pavilion, Xue Nanzhi held onto the window sill tightly, staring straight at the Nuo masked witch in the sedan chair below, her eyes widened in disbelief? Why wasn't her mask broken?

Xie Xian seemed to have sensed something and looked back. With her slender white fingers, she lifted up the ghost mask on her face, which was emitting a green glow in the red light, revealing a sinister face underneath.