Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

A luck-borrowing talisman? What is that? It sounds like utter nonsense. Are they after their money?

He had barely finished speculating when Jing Li's light words drifted to his ear, "Give me the key."

See, it's all about swindling money!

It's true that the prettier a girl is, the more likely she is to lie.

Qiao Feng immediately stopped her, his tone unfriendly, "Qianqian, who exactly is she? Don't be fooled. These days, many are just pretty female con artists."

Yu Manwen tugged at Qiao Feng, signaling him not to say such harsh things. The girl opposite her didn't look like a bad person. How could a bad person look like this... a bit otherworldly?

Nangong Qian became even angrier upon hearing this. Her second cousin had really gone mad. He couldn't tell the difference between good and bad people at all. She wondered if his brain had been ruined by his aunt.

She went to great lengths to beg the big shot to come over!

"Mind your own business. You're the one who can't judge people well. Oh, by the way, where's your goddess today?"

A single sentence choked Qiao Feng, making his chest feel tight. A dark cloud seemed to hang over his eyes as he stammered, "Chu Xia... she... she just got separated from us."

"I hope he hasn't abandoned you."

At this point, Nangong Qian even gloated a little, mocked Qiao Feng, and handed the key to Jing Li without hesitation.

Jing Li took the key; its relatively hard outer shell twisted and deformed in her hand, exposing the yellow talisman paper to the air.

call out--

Suddenly, the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, emitting wisps of black mist.

Even though Nangong Qian had already witnessed many of the big shots' abilities, her eyes widened in disbelief.

There really are talismans!

The other two were also speechless with astonishment at Jing Li's actions.

Qiao Feng thought to himself, "Could it be that he specially learned magic tricks?"

“Looks like someone’s eyeing your luck.” Jing Li raised an eyebrow, then turned to look at Qiao Feng, saying something that made Qiao Feng’s heart clench: “It might be him, after all, he’s the one who gave you the key.”

She gazed at Qiao Feng silently, her eyes conveying a deep meaning that she couldn't quite express.

"Hey! What are you talking about? Sisi is my sister, how could I possibly harm her? And this ethereal thing called luck, how could it possibly be borrowed!"

Qiao Feng, no longer caring about his stench, covered his buttocks and tried to walk towards Nangong Qian.

A woman who acts strangely is definitely after money.

Nangong Qian raised her hand to stop, signaling Qiao Feng to stay where he was.

She nodded sheepishly, outwardly trusting Jingli completely, but inwardly she had her own thoughts. Her instinct for danger was strong; it couldn't be her second cousin who had harmed her, it was probably...

As for why the big shot said that, judging from the wickedness in her eyes, it's likely that her second cousin, that idiot, offended her.

“Sisi, I’m your brother. How can you trust a stranger instead of me?”

Qiao Feng was furious, his eyes blazing with anger as he looked at Jing Li.

Jing Li crossed her arms, her gaze still fixed on Qiao Feng. Her voice was slightly light, yet upon closer listening, it carried a barely perceptible hint of indifference. "Besides, the sacrificial offerings are almost complete."

Sacrificial offerings!!!

Jing Li's words shocked the three of them, one after another.

Qiao Feng and Yu Manwen certainly knew what the sacrificial offerings were; they were the sacrificial offerings themselves, and they had only recently escaped. Why did this woman also know?

Could it be that she's in cahoots with the villagers and is also from this village?

Jing Li, completely unconcerned about their astonishment, delivered another blow to Qiao Feng, "It was you. Was the scene in your dream interesting?"

She finds Nangong Qian agreeable, but that doesn't mean she finds everyone agreeable...

Money can be made anywhere.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng felt a chill run down his spine, his mind reeling with disbelief, shock, and horror.

How could she know about dreams?

Am I a sacrificial offering, a fully formed sacrificial offering?

What should I do? Am I destined to die here?

The scene in the dream was so real; that bronze statue won't let them get away with it...

Jing Li's few words instantly plunged Qiao Feng into deep panic.

His carefully maintained composure was about to crumble in an instant, and he trembled slightly.

"Brother Feng."

Yu Manwen's worried voice broke Qiao Feng's thoughts.

He suddenly snapped out of his daze, looking at the woman's ambiguous smile, and for a moment he was at a loss for words to refute her.

He began to analyze the situation rationally:

If she's a con artist, why would someone as beautiful as her need to target women?

Even if it's a scam, how did she know I was dreaming?

Seeing Qiao Feng's reaction, Nangong Qian immediately understood that the big boss was right.

My second cousin is really going to become a sacrificial offering!

At this point, she didn't care about anything else. Grabbing the bamboo pole he had thrown away, she tried to hit Qiao Feng hard. Qiao Feng dodged, clutching his backside, and angrily shouted:

"Nangong Qian, if you keep doing this, I'm not going to take care of you anymore."

"Qiao Feng, who cares about you? I kindly asked someone to come and help you, and you're still doubting this and that, calling others liars and sycophants. If you don't apologize, you might as well die here!" Nangong Qian was also furious, and the two started arguing, calling each other by their first names.

Qiao Feng clearly hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation, and like Nangong Qian, he stubbornly refused to apologize, displaying the temperament of a spoiled young master.

Yu Manwen was filled with worry. Recalling Qiao Feng's various strange behaviors, she realized the eeriness of this village. Standing not far away, she hurriedly said, "This, this young lady, I, I'm sorry, Brother Feng didn't mean it."

She's a typical socially awkward person... she can't even speak coherently.

But she also knew that she couldn't see through the girl opposite her.

When Nangong Qian saw Yu Manwen apologizing for Qiao Feng, her eyes widened in disbelief. In her mind, this extremely socially awkward girl was actually taking the initiative to talk to a stranger...

She looked at Qiao Feng with a "you got off easy, kid" expression.

Then she played the victim, clinging to Jing Li with a pitiful expression, while cursing Qiao Feng in her heart. "That damned man! He actually made the two of us girls apologize for him. He should just die."

Helpless, Jing Li pulled down Nangong Qian's sleeve and said indifferently, "Being clingy isn't good."

He asked Manwen in a seemingly casual tone, "Are you a sorcerer?"

Yu Manwen was a little surprised, but not shocked; she simply nodded reservedly.

I couldn't help but sigh, this girl is really unpredictable.

She wasn't shocked; it was the other two who were surprised.

"You too?!" Nangong Qian puffed out her cheeks, looking surprised.

Qiao Feng seemed to be ignored; he didn't understand what a Xuanshu Master was.

"Then why didn't you stop us when we came in?!" Nangong Qian's temper flared up again, and she started to speak recklessly, acting as if it was only natural for others to help her.

"I...I'm too weak," Yu Manwen stammered, lowering her head.

She hadn't actually noticed anything wrong with the village; she just felt her senses were being clouded. It wasn't until she discovered the bronze doll yesterday that she truly felt the danger.

Moreover... she doesn't have any special abilities, except for her extraordinary psychic abilities.

"Okay, okay! I'm not blaming you." Seeing her expression, Nangong Qian realized she had been a bit harsh and waved her hand resignedly.

Fortunately, she met a big shot; she was lucky.

Jing Li looked at the three of them thoughtfully; their team was quite interesting.

"Let's go, they're here..."

The three wondered to themselves: Who's here?