Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

Lu Chuan finally put Meng Tong down after running quite a distance out of the alley, and Sheng Zhuzhu slowly woke up as Cheng Mian swayed her as he walked.

The woman had never seen anything like this before, and her face turned deathly pale with fright.

Of course, the others were in the same boat; they had never seen it before.

Even the usually composed Sheng Yu looked grim at this moment.

He felt that the entire Great Wei had changed since he came out, and something strange was about it everywhere.

As darkness fell, the once quiet streets came alive, with more and more people dressed in dark red robes gathering around.

There were people of all ages, holding hands and chatting and laughing as they walked toward one place. People would just glance at them as they passed by.

"What should we do? Should we leave the city? There's something strange about this place."

"Yes! They are people who don't need to sell grain either."

"Let's go!" Meng Tong said.

Her primary task now is to sell grain and buy other things; these strange and unusual things are not on her radar.

Heading north of the city, the six planned to leave the city directly, but after walking for about 15 minutes, they still hadn't arrived at their destination.

Sheng Xiu frowned, a look of worry appearing on his handsome face.

It seems they've encountered a maze of ghosts.

"What's going on? Didn't we just walk past here?"

When Sheng Zhuzhu saw the same chipped stone brick in the same spot for the third time, she became somewhat anxious.

Cheng Mian put his arm around her and comforted her, "Don't worry, let's see how things go first."

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm just a little scared. What if we never see our parents again?"

"Will not."

Gently comforting the frightened Sheng Zhuzhu, the six of them decided to stop and rest, while Meng Tong used his special abilities to search for a possible way out.

But for some reason, it always felt like this place was consuming their energy.

Originally, he hadn't used much of his superpowers throughout the day, but before he knew it, two-thirds of them had been lost.

The woman's eyes flickered slightly, then she quickly withdrew her powers and sealed the gap in her abilities.

"I'm so tired! Cheng Mian, I want to sleep."

"Don't sleep yet, wait until we go out before you sleep, okay?"

"No, I'm so sleepy."

"Zhuzhu, Zhuzhu, wake up."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sheng Zhuzhu fainted. Sheng Xiu and the other two rushed over to see her. The woman's face was pale, her skin was slowly shrinking, and her hair was turning white.

"Hey, Zhuzhu, wake up, don't scare me, okay?"

"Zhuzhu, can you hear your second brother?"

"Sister, wake up."

They took turns calling Sheng Zhuzhu's name, but there was no response; in fact, their voices grew softer and softer as the call continued.

Seeing Lu Chuan, Sheng Xiu and the other three men also began to feel powerless, and Meng Tong's mind began to become muddled.

What the hell is this?

……

"Great Shaman, isn't it about time to go and collect them?"

"Well, let's skip the first woman; gods don't like women who are too weak."

The voice was still hoarse. The innkeeper, who should have been in the inn, was now wearing a dark red cassock that was even more magnificent than during the day.

He hid in an attic, his eyes fixed on the six people sitting on the ground.

"Ah, I hope God will be pleased. It's been so long since I've found a satisfactory item."

He muttered to himself, while Meng Tong and the other six had completely lost their ability to move and could only let people who appeared out of nowhere carry them away.

When he saw that Sheng Zhuzhu was not going in the same direction as them, Meng Tong forced himself to open the closed gap in his supernatural ability despite his dizziness, and his mind was slowly soothed by a touch of orange-red.

Then she saw clearly the person carrying her; it was the caravan leader she had seen during the day, except that he was now wearing a dark red cassock like the people of Youcheng.

Have we been assimilated?

With this thought in mind, Meng Tong quickly closed her eyes when he wasn't looking.

The rate at which their superpowers were draining was slowing down, indicating that what had previously rendered them immobile was no longer there.

Seizing every opportunity to draw energy from the surrounding plants, Meng Tong is recovering at an exponential rate, and she even has the energy to search for Sheng Zhuzhu's whereabouts.

When Meng Tong saw Sheng Zhuzhu being carried into the inn he had seen during the day, he knew what had happened.

The person behind it must be the shopkeeper.

But why do this? Was it at Wei Lian's behest? What exactly is he trying to do?

And the woman at that little inn.

There must be a great secret in Youcheng.

……

After walking for about 15 minutes, Meng Tong smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar scent, somewhat like incense, but also with a bloody and foul odor.

There was a lot of chattering around me, but I couldn't understand what they were saying.

Meng Tong dared not open his eyes to look, and could only use his supernatural abilities to investigate everything happening around him.

People were gathered in layers around a place that resembled a palace. Each of them held a stick of incense, but the incense was wet and stained with blood.

No wonder the smell was both familiar and strange. Meng Tong silently sealed off his sense of smell and continued to investigate the situation inside.

The five of them were bound hand and foot to a wooden stretcher and carried inside in pairs. People around them held incense sticks and knelt down to worship them, muttering, "May God be pleased."

Is God their faith?

While Meng Tong was puzzled, he also learned a fact: they had become... tribute.

Speechless and finding it outrageous, the woman could only suppress her emotions and wait and see.

Next, they carried the five of them around in the crowd to receive kneeling worship and so-called blessings.

Finally, they carried the person inside.

This was a very spacious room, built in a very magnificent style. Inside were elderly men dressed in particularly gorgeous robes, who looked to be no less than seventy years old.

Muttering unintelligible words, Meng Tong saw them carry the five people to a flat, elevated platform.

Several people were already lying on it, their faces ashen as if they were already dead.

"The items this time all look pretty good."

"Yes! The great shaman searched for a long time before finding it; the gods will surely like it this time."

"Well, I hope so!"

What they're saying is all very vague and confusing. And what the hell is this "Great Shaman"?

Before Meng Tong could think of anything else, an elderly man who was trembling and needed help came over.

He was holding a sharp knife in his hand.

"God, which one would you like to choose first?"

"This one will do!" The old man said sternly, pointing to Lu Chuan on the outermost side. "He looks strong and muscular; I suppose the gods would like him the most."

“You’re right, then let’s go with him! I’ll have them bring the bucket over.”

"it is good."

Holding onto the edge of the platform, the old man shakily gestured with his knife on Lu Chuan's body, as if he were contemplating how to dissect him later.

Meng Tong couldn't stand it anymore.

Having amassed his dormant supernatural abilities, Meng Tong wanted to deliver a fatal blow.

But at that moment, strange phenomena began to occur.

One crow after another flew into the hall, their cawing particularly shrill.

Those around were so frightened that they knelt down on the ground.