"What's going on? Sister, in the eyes of these barbarians, you are a god!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Let's observe the situation first."

Just as they were puzzled, the crowd finally gathered around an old man who was hobbling over on crutches.

The rest of the indigenous people all wore short clothes, but this old man wore a robe, only half of his face was exposed, and his head was lowered, making him a bit mysterious.

Before anyone arrived, heavy breathing could be heard, and the cold air was overwhelming.

When they saw it closely, the three of them were even more shocked: the old man's skin was like a thousand-year-old dead tree that had become fine. He was as thin as firewood, leaving only a skeleton. On the contrary, the dragon-headed crutch in his hand was full of vitality, especially that

A pair of eyes dotted with red ink, with flying claws, and a bit of evil aura.

For a moment, Bai Chuchu felt something strange in her heart.

She even suddenly had some thoughts in her mind for no reason: there was a person growing on this crutch, or perhaps, this evil crutch relied on human essence and blood to survive.

Bai Chuchu instinctively took a few steps back, keeping a distance from this strange old man. Unexpectedly, when the old man saw Bai Chuchu, he stepped forward without any difficulty in walking before, and firmly grabbed her arm.

Bai Chuchu tried to break away, but she couldn't break away at all. Instead, she felt that these withered hands like branches were constantly sucking out the cold air from her body. Her whole body became much warmer, and the impetuousness in her heart gradually calmed down.

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"Let her go!!"

The more Ling Zi saw this scene, he thought that the old man was doing Bai Chuchu a disservice. He stretched out his hand to pull the withered hand, but was blocked by the dragon-headed crutch and couldn't get close at all.

Han Yang intentionally stepped forward to help, but was surrounded by other indigenous militias and threatened with weapons.

"Let go of my sister!"

Slowly, Bai Chuchu's face gained some color and he was able to stand firm on his own.

Ling Ziyue finally realized that this eerie-looking old man had no ill intentions.

"Go to the top of the mountain. There is a formation eye there. If you sit in the formation every day when the sun is shining, for five consecutive days, you can guarantee three months."

The old man spoke hoarsely and sarcastically, which was very unpleasant to hear, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women.

But they are both in Mainland China.

"Only three months?"

"Yes, only March."

"Now that you have come to Yushan, the prophecy has come true and your destiny has been opened. Whether you can pass this test depends on fate."

"Prophecy? What prophecy?"

After this experience, the old man seemed even weaker, and the skin on his face was withered, as if the moisture of life had been drained away, just like the last few yellow leaves attached to the tree trunk in late autumn, floating in the wind at any time.

The old man trembled and took out an old thread-bound book from under the huge cloak. It was better to say it was a book than loose pages. Because of the age, the threads of this book had long since fallen apart.

The layout style seems to be that of the 1950s and 1960s. In short, it is an old thing that is much older than Bai Chuchu.

The old man skillfully turned the pages of the book to the position he was looking for and immediately showed it to several people.

The portrait above is that of Bai Chuchu. The strange thing is that even her clothes at this time are exactly the same, and the details of the portrait are all correct.

This can't help but make people's hair stand on end.

Books written decades ago can actually predict the current scene. Bai Chuchu couldn't help but be more curious about this Baiyu Village, and this mysterious grandmother and mother's so-called witch identity. Is it not just a feudal superstition of a small isolated mountain village?

?

It's a pity that the symbols and words on it are comparable to the heavenly book for Bai Chuchu. She holds the old book in her hand and reads it vertically, but she can't understand it.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the top of the mountain."

The old man was supported by everyone, and everyone followed him towards the top of the mountain.

"So many people? It's not good, sister, you're going to have to show your back for a while, and these elders and brothers are here too, how unbecoming it is..."

"It's just a back, not that particular."

"That's not possible. I will protect your sister's back."

"Well, my sister doesn't need so many of you to follow her when she goes to the top of the mountain."

Han Yang immediately went to communicate with the old man.

"That's not up to you."

The old man's dragon-headed cane shook, and the flying sand and rocks raised made Han Yang cry and cough.

"Old man, please be merciful, children are ignorant."

Bai Chuchu hurriedly stepped forward to help Han Yang, who was confused. If he stumbled again, he might fall off the cliff.

"Okay, then for the sake of the saint, I will let this ignorant child go."

The old man snorted coldly.

The higher you go, the more scorching the sun is, stinging you so much that you can't open your eyes. Bai Chuchu is already out of breath and sweating like rain. He raises his wrist to look at his watch. It's close to eleven o'clock, and it's almost the time of the sun.

After another ten minutes of trekking, the group finally arrived at the top of the mountain.

There are not many trees on the top of the mountain. They are all bare and even more exposed. There is only a long-standing abandoned high platform in the middle. Five or six trunks are tied together by century-old mulberry trees to form a strong giant wooden frame, which is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.

Trapezoidal, about ten feet high.

The indigenous people came to stand near the high platform. Several people carrying a huge box shouted and worked together to lift the lacquered wooden box up.

The box was opened, and inside was a giant round object.

Bai Chuchu had been to some history museums, and after studying it carefully for a long time, she wasn't sure. It looked like a bronze mirror, but she had never seen such a large bronze mirror.

Seeing that everyone had arranged the high platform, the old man turned to Bai Chuchu.

Step by step, leaning on the heavy crutch, he approached Bai Chuchu with a gesture that was irrefutable.

"Holy girl, although you are just reincarnated, you still have to fulfill your mission."

"These people have been burdened with the Feng family's curse for generations. They have protected the family treasure for thousands of years and passed it down from generation to generation. Now that you have entered the formation again, their mission has been completed. It is time to lift the curse for them and relieve them from the pain of the heart every day.

Already."

"We are just here to treat patients. We don't understand what you are talking about."

The more Ling Zi felt the bad atmosphere, he dragged Bai Chuchu and tried to leave, but the way was blocked by the indigenous people.

Bai Chuchu was caught and taken to a high platform.

Ling Ziyue and Han Yang, who were traveling with them, were unable to defeat them with their fists, so they had no choice but to capture them without mercy.

The old man also stepped up to the high platform, faced the people under the high platform, looked at the sky, and saw that the time had come. He took off the old pocket watch given by his mother from Bai Chuchu's neck, and placed it in the only groove of the huge bronze mirror.

Here, it actually fits perfectly.

"It's indeed Obsidian. This damn old woman is very scheming."

The old man sneered.

"But so what, no matter how deep you hide it, it still falls into my hands."

"Who are you exactly?"

"When you find Baiyu Village, ask that dead old woman why she drove me out of the village back then?"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm just lending you something."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon-head crutch in the old man's hand started to move, and Bai Chuchu felt that all the energy and blood in his body were rushing to the top of his head, being sucked away bit by bit.

When he regained consciousness again, it was already dark. When Ling Zi saw her waking up, he held her tightly in his arms and almost cried.
Chapter completed!