A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Mo Qingai had his own considerations in asking to go back tomorrow. The sun is already westward, and the morning and evening are yin. Follow the rules of closing before sunset.

So if you go at this time, you will definitely be shut down.

Feng Ye had just finished his dinner, and when he was tired after eating and drinking, he spread out blankets and quilts on the floor, and took a scroll of picture books, flipping through them in boredom.

This quote was originally borrowed from the downstairs of the inn. It was about Rui Chuan's scenery. some.

Sure enough, as the inn proprietress said, doll art is indeed a tradition of Ruichuan for nearly a thousand years, but the first dolls were not used for marriage.

It is recorded in Fengwuzhi that Ruichuan is located under the waterfall between two mountains. The area has always been a headache for mortal monarchs in all dynasties.

No matter how fertile the land under the floods, there was no harvest all year round. At that time, Ruichuan's finances were all used for flood control and disaster prevention, and resettlement of victims.

There is a legend that the river god was angry and needed to pay tribute to the gods to appease his anger. So, as in all feudal superstition stories, people select a pair of virgins and virgins to hold live sacrifices every year.

This terrible ceremony lasted for about one or two hundred years, until a grassroots scholar in the previous dynasty was pushed out to Ruichuan as a county magistrate. Twelve of the best carpenters in the city were hired to carve out a pair of exquisite dolls to replace living sacrifices.

The doll was lifelike, with vivid eyes, even eyelashes and hair, and everyone was amazed at this exquisite skill.

On the day of the sacrifice, the county magistrate ordered the bearer to carry the sedan chair, and carried a pair of puppets around the city, and then burned incense and chanted scriptures and sank into the water.

Coincidentally, after the puppets were used as sacrifices, there were no floods that year, and it became a year of fertile soil and a bumper harvest. Therefore, people regarded the puppets as blessings and as gods to pray for blessings and ward off evil spirits.

This tradition gradually evolved into a ceremony of puppet marriage, which is actually a kind of meaning of praying for blessings, but it has changed from the original wish for no disasters and disasters to the wish that the whole family will be happy and united forever.

——It sounds like a story about a conscientious parent.

Feng Ye's eyelashes trembled, knowing that this unknown magistrate was not a simple person.

From a scientific point of view, it is too far-fetched to change the microclimate of the region just because of the sacrifice of puppets.From a non-scientific point of view, this doll is not a simple thing.

If according to what Mo Qingai said, it was the spell that changed Rui Chuan's luck, then there are still traces to follow.

"I know!" Feng Ye jumped up from the ground, his magic pupils glowing red, "If a puppet wants to 'circle the city' when they get married, that is to cast a formation on Rui Chuan!"

Mo Qingai withdrew the spiritual power in her dantian, and was so quarreled that she ended her exercise ahead of time, and the shadow of the demon in her abdomen was already visible to the naked eye.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the flirtatious Mo Xiu with his arms propped in front of him, so close that he could see the light-colored fluff on his face, without the slightest sense of proportion.

"Hey, Peak Master Mo, are you listening to me?" Feng Ye waved his hand in front of him.

"En." Mo Qingai frowned and moved back, Feng Ye noticed why he looked so disgusted just now.

Tsk.Mo Xiu rolled his eyes, leaned back and sat cross-legged on the quilt.

"I'm kind enough to think of a way for you..." He muttered a few words, then turned around and lay down depressed, "Forget it, forget it, don't care about such a heartless elm head like you."

Mo Qingai's eyes dimmed, it was Feng Ye who turned off the lamp on the table, and muffledly called out under the quilt, "Sleeping."

His night vision ability is very good. The ability of Mahayana practitioners to write and read in the dark is not exaggerated. It is easy to see a round lump on the ground.

This person likes to curl up in a ball when he sleeps.A strange idea suddenly appeared in Mo Qingai's mind. This kind of positive judgment made him stunned for a moment, so that he didn't have time to think about why Feng Ye would say that he was "feeling and ungrateful".

The temperature dropped sharply at night, Feng Ye still felt cold even though he was wrapped in bedding and blankets.

But soon he realized that it wasn't a matter of the temperature, the coldness was more like the icy cold spreading from his body, eroding his limbs and bones.

It felt a bit like the situation where Mo Qingai was attracted to a demon a few days ago, but it was much colder than then.

The magic energy itself is cold, and even a colonel like Feng Ye who has received anti-torture training can't help but frown, not to mention that this kind of cold is not the cold that throws people into the snow, but a gloomy one. Cold with a knife.

It was as if every blood vessel and tendon was slowly freezing, and the sharp ice slag formed pierced the internal organs.

In the end, it turned into an unbearable pain. The ice blade pulled and cut on the skin, as if the flesh and blood of the whole body began to crack, and even the nerves were nailed, and the mind wandered repeatedly in the coma and severe pain.

For a moment, Feng Ye felt that he was about to die. He heard the throbbing heartbeat in his chest, and finally realized that it was actually the sound of his teeth chattering. At this time, his heart had been frozen into a dead fish that could only twitch slightly.

When the lights came on suddenly, Mo Qingai pinched Feng Ye's chin, and saved his poor tongue from between his teeth, the blood from the bite flowed into his hand.

"Feng Ye?" Mo Qingai frowned as he saw the dirt on his hands, and he patted the young man's face on the ground with restraint.

The other party seemed to be unconscious, and the scarlet irises stared at him firmly, and the strong devilish energy overflowed from his body, even breaking through the seal of the master on his skill.

Enchanted.

A word popped out of Mo Qingai's mind, and then his expression became ugly.

Moxiu is originally a practice against the sky, and natural retribution will continue during the practice, but it is like this, there are too few people who can be enchanted and get retribution like this, and I don't know how many unreasonable things they have done in the past.

Different magic cultivators have different retributions for becoming demons, and most of them are reflected in the time of promotion. Often a thunder can't stand it and they will be completely dissipated. This is why even though they practice quickly, magic cultivators are still rare.

At this time, Feng Ye was not in a time of calamity, as a Mahayana practitioner, he almost bit off his own tongue, I don't know how painful it was.

But what Mo Qingai really cares about is not this, but when the magic cultivation becomes a demon, the whole body's devil energy will flow against the veins, and the whole person will fall into a state of madness, and all the devil energy must be vented to feel better.Therefore, there will often be tragedies in which the magic cultivator enters the magic and slaughters the city.

What are the consequences of being possessed by a demon king in the Mahayana period? Men get a headache just thinking about it.

He can subdue it, but it's hard to say whether Rui Chuanzhuo Xiaocheng can keep it.

Thinking about it, Mo Qingai placed her bloodstained hand on Feng Ye's chin, vainly grabbing the young man's neck, hesitating whether to kill him on the spot while the other party was in a trance.

The warm blood vessels pulsated weakly in his palm, as long as he gently pressed down, the crisis would be completely resolved.

Mo Qingai clenched her fingertips a little bit, but she heard painful whimpers coming from under her palms, Feng Ye's knees were curled up in his abdomen, and his cold fingers nudged his wrists.

Like a wounded wolf pup.

The man's fingertips trembled slightly, and a weak panting sounded in his ears again, it was a low hum from his throat, which made him let go of his hand all of a sudden.

The blood rubbed a stain on Feng Ye's face and neck, which looked like a dyed blush in the trance candlelight.

The young wolf groaned in pain, but stopped biting his tongue, and murmured vaguely.

"...What did you say?" Mo Qingai got closer, but suddenly someone grabbed the skirt of his clothes and turned over and pushed him down.

Instinctively, he twisted Feng Ye's wrist, pressed his wrist bones with his fingertips, and almost took off his hands.

Scarlet magic pupils hang above his head, but the young man's face is full of meekness and grievance, making it difficult for Mo Qingai to judge whether it is dangerous or fragile.

"It hurts..." The enchanted person blinked, and wiped off two tears from his eyelashes, just hitting Mo Qingai's lips.

The man subconsciously let go of the young man's grip, and wanted to wipe it off with his hands, but then remembered that his hands were still sticky with blood, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

He just stared blankly at Feng Ye's head lowering lower and lower, and the scorching magic pupils almost dried the tears from his lips.

It was as if something was about to emerge from his soul.

The cold touch made him shiver, and the salty liquid tasted on the tip of his tongue.