The old lady tried her best to stretch out her hand, and her eyes turned hard in a circle, looking at Bai Chuchu persistently.

Bai Chuchu was inspired, and slowly walked to the old lady's side, held the unwilling hand, and slowly squatted down.

"Chu~Chu..."

"grandmother…"

Bai Chuchu helped her up and felt that her life was passing quickly like sand in an hourglass.

Only then did Bai Chuchu feel something real: one of her relatives was about to pass away.

"Aren't you a high priest? With such powerful spiritual power, how could you die just because you want to..."

Bai Chuchu burst into tears. In a panic, he reached out and tried to pull out the murderous knife, but was caught.

"It's useless," the old lady closed her eyes, her breath became weaker and her face became paler.

"This knife is made with the blood of the tribe. It has no spiritual power to protect the body. If you stab this knife into the heart, you will definitely die."

"So, Bai Chuchu, I want to thank you very much. Unexpectedly, by some strange combination of circumstances, it was you who handed me the knife."

Zhang Ruoyao was very proud and could not hide her arrogance.

"You're using me?"

"Who are you?"

"Organization K, you must be familiar with it, right?"

Zhang Ruoyao lifted up her long shawl hair, pulled down some collars, and exposed the back of her neck, revealing a fanged bat spreading its wings and about to fly.

"you?!"

It turns out that Yan Luo's imprisonment is not the end, but the beginning of a new game and a new round.

"Do you think that idiot Yan Luo is our leader?"

"Wrong, he is just a puppet controlled by love!"

"It is precisely because he is crazy enough and has you as his weakness that the godfather takes him back to his side and trains him carefully until he can come forward and become the talker on the surface."

"Then what is your identity and why do you come here to kill people?"

"Me? I am also a child carefully cultivated by the godfather. We have been lurking in our respective families for many years. Whenever the godfather is in need, he will call us."

Zhang Ruoyao is very satisfied with her status as the godfather's chess piece, as if it is a great honor.

"Bai Chuchu, the godfather is very optimistic about you. As long as you are willing to obey his orders, he doesn't mind leaving K completely to you."

"Dreaming! I've told you before, I can never go back!"

"Really? There has never been a person who can escape from him. It depends on whether you want to live or die!"

As she spoke, Zhang Ruoyao had already pinched the bat knife from her sleeve. It was different from the ones Bai Chuchu had seen. This knife had a special zipper and could be easily shot several meters away, killing people several feet away.

"Let me come for a moment!"

Bai Chuchu dodged and blocked subconsciously, but the dying old lady next to her suddenly regained consciousness and pushed her away fiercely, blocking her in front of Bai Chuchu.

She smoothly pulled out the waist knife inserted in her heart, covered her chest, and inserted the waist knife on the ground. After adjusting for a moment, it was as fast as lightning and showed no fear in the face of fierce attacks.

It is even more dexterous and light. When moving forward or retreating, sparks fly from the blade. Zhang Ruoyao is aggressive and deadly with every move, but the old lady can deftly resolve them one by one.

Zhang Ruoyao was the first to lose her composure and spoke harshly with all her teeth and claws.

"Old woman, you are looking for death!"

"The people of the Baiyue tribe swear to protect the high priest to the death!"

The old lady's eyes were firm, and she grasped the handle of the waist knife tightly with both hands, raising it above her head, determined to fight to the death.

"don't want!"

Bai Chuchu had a premonition that something bad was going to happen and stretched out his hand to hold her. Zhang Ruoyao quickly took action and snatched the opponent's waist knife away. In a moment, he repeatedly stabbed the opponent's heart four or five times until it turned into a huge bloody hole.

hole.

"Zhang Ruoyao, I will kill you!!"

Seeing this scene, Bai Chuchu couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted with full of anger. The white dragon with the ring in his hand roared out, turned into a sharp sword and went straight towards Zhang Ruoyao. Zhang Ruoyao struggled and ran away for a few steps.

He was knocked down by this white dragon and lost his voice.

"Grandma, grandma..."

Bai Chuchu cried and crawled to the old lady covered in blood, picked her up, and kept covering the bleeding wound, almost fainting from crying.

"Chuchu, Chuchu..."

Bai Chuchu picked her up and put his ear to her mouth.

"Grandma, grandma, you said..."

"Your blood poison was already cleansed when I passed on your spiritual power. I know you hate me and hate me for passing all my spiritual power to you and making you the next high priest..."

"No, I don't hate you anymore. You don't want to die. Chu Chu, as long as you live well... Wuwu..."

"Good boy, don't cry..."

Grandma stretched out her bloody hand and touched Bai Chuchu's face.

"My child, your fate is destined. Our Bai family has been imprisoned by the Feng family for thousands of years. Only you can break this curse. The road ahead is dangerous, and grandma can no longer accompany you. You must remember, be careful with Feng Hong

Do..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Perhaps knowing that her time had come, the old lady finally said something sincere.

"Actually, I know Luomei's heart is kind. I have been the patriarch and high priest for so many years, so I don't know the hardships and dangers here. I can only push her out in this way and never come back again..."

"Xiaomei..."

"Xiaomei, are you here to take grandma away?"

The old man's eyes suddenly became bright. Bai Chuchu raised his eyes and looked forward. There was nothing, but there seemed to be an intangible halo that was flickering.

"Xiaomei, it's been thirty years, I really miss you..."

"Xiaomei..."

With one deep-felt call after another, grandma lowered her hands, with a happy smile on her lips, and left forever.

Bai Chuchu also completely fainted.

"Seobing, sesame cake, freshly baked sesame cake!"

When he woke up again and opened his eyes, Bai Chuchu found that he was in a completely unfamiliar world.

She looked up and saw a ten-mile long street lined with shops, flags and banners intertwined, cars and horses approaching, and crowds bustling with people. The most important thing was that they were all wearing ancient costumes.

Is this a movie theater?

She was wondering when she lowered her head and found that she was the same, even worse. She was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a short skirt on her upper body and leggings and straw sandals. She touched her head again and found that her hair was also standing high, but with a small wooden stick.

Shabby.

Bai Chuchu took three steps and two steps at a time, reached the stone arch bridge, lowered his head and looked at his appearance on the river.

It turned out to be his original face, but he was dressed like an ancient beggar.

What's going on? Have you traveled through time?

"Um, I'd like to ask, what time is it now?"

Bai Chuchu searched a lot and finally squeezed out a suitable question.

"What time is it now?"

The little brother who was caught by his sleeve was a little impatient. He was carrying a load and preparing to go to the market to sell vegetables.

"You are in the capital of Fengyue Dynasty, and you still ask what time you are in today? I'm afraid you are too stupid. Damn!"

The young man got angry and walked away. Pedestrians on the bridge heard the conversation and laughed secretly.

"Fengyue Dynasty?"

Bai Chuchu tried hard to digest the information about the explosion, but felt like the world was spinning.

At this time, I have arrived in the Feng Dynasty more than 3,000 years ago?!

"Damn it!"

Bai Chuchu slowly came to the other end of the bridge, speechless in her heart.

"I have entered a new illusion, but how do I get out?"
Chapter completed!