1250: C1250 Fire rack

C1250 Fire rack

In this small Death Village, Ye Qian's entire person was currently stunned. He had never thought that he would actually be able to find another of his close female friends, the crabapple owner Ke Xin, in this small desolate village.

Looking at Ye Qian's silly look, the Condor felt strange. The Condor felt that ever since it came to the Death Village with him, the actions of this Marshal Ye seemed to have become even more strange.

Walking in front of Ye Qian, the Condor waved its palm towards Ye Qian and said, "Marshal Ye, Marshal Ye, wake up, wake up …"

As if he had heard the Condor's call, Ye Qian finally regained his senses. Only the corners of his mouth still carried that endlessly warm smile.

Looking at Ye Qian who was like that, the Condor was curious, but very quickly, it giggled, and followed Ye Qian's gaze towards the dark wood house's entrance, and joked: "Marshal Ye, you can't have taken a fancy to that farmer girl, right?"

Obviously, looking at Ye Qian's dazed gaze, the Condor immediately thought of the girl in red who just entered the woodshed.

But Ye Qian didn't directly answer the Condor's question, he only laughed: "Ah, Condor, you're still young, there are some things you don't understand …"

Ye Qian's brainless words caused the Condor to be speechless. Although Ye Qian's cultivation level was outrageously high, Ye Qian was still much younger than it, a seventeen to eighteen year old teenager said that he was too young, so the Condor was still somewhat unable to accept it.

At this moment, Ye Qian was smiling like a flower. Looking through the door, he kept muttering to himself, "Die Wu, Ruo Li, Ruo Li, Xiao Rou, Ling Yu, Qing Ling, Defiance, Shi Yao, You Ruo, Qingcheng, Ke Xin, Mengge, 11 people, there are already 11 of them.

The Condor naturally could not understand Ye Qian's nagging and could only be confused.

At this time, Ye Qian's mind was filled with countless familiar faces that continuously played. It made him feel overwhelmed and overwhelmed, yet it also made him feel such familiarity and familiarity.

The names of the eleven people Ye Qian spoke of, were exactly the names of the Twelve-flower Owners in the Immortal Realm.

Lotus Goddess Butterfly Dance, Rose Fairy Separating, Rose Fairy Xiaoxiao, Peony Fairy Feather, Peach Fairy Spirit, Lily Fairy Shiyao, Plum Fairy Shiyao, Orchid Fairy Twistful, Tulip Fairy Charm, Jasmine Fairy Dreamsong.

Currently, these eleven flower lords had already appeared in Ye Qian's line of sight, the only missing was a floral fairy's love affair.

This familiar name continued to echo in Ye Qian's mind. Now, Ye Qian seemed to once again recall his own master's words, to gather Twelve-flower Owners and return to the Immortal World. Currently, Ye Qian had already found eleven Twelve-flower Owners, which made Ye Qian feel as though the time to return was getting closer and closer.

Of course, no matter what Ye Qian thought, the Condor would never understand.

At that moment, Ye Qian and Condor were quietly staying in Zhang Laixi's woodshed, and the sky was getting darker.

As the night descended, the entire Death Village began to get lively. Although they didn't know what was happening outside as they were locked inside the woodshed, the constant sounds of footsteps and berating could already be heard within the village.

When the peaceful moonlight filled the entire Death Village, the remote and backward little mountain village fell into a crazed atmosphere.

In the quiet woodshed, no one knew how many people from the Long Term Talent had arrived.

Death Village's Zhang San brought two young villagers and rushed into the woodshed, at the moment, Zhang San helplessly looked at Ye Qian and the Condor, and then sighed, following that, he waved his hand and said: "Take these two outsiders away, bring them to the sacrificial ceremony!"

Finally, the Death Village was about to begin.

The two young villagers did not hesitate either, one by one, they grabbed Ye Qian and Condor and started pushing them away.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Ye Qian didn't feel anything, but rather, the Condor was a little unhappy. After all, being pushed around by two ordinary people was not a pleasant thing.

And just when the entire Death Village had sunk into a state of elation, Ye Qian seemed to have heard the sobs and sobs coming from Zhang Laixi's home.

As they walked, Ye Qian sized up the house of the Death Village Patriarch.

Although Zhang Laixi was known as the Patriarch of the Death Village, his family was no different from an ordinary villager.

"What are you looking at? Let's go!"

Seeing that Ye Qian was hesitating, the young villager pushed at Ye Qian's shoulders once again. Regarding this, Ye Qian could only laugh bitterly, and followed Zhang San and the rest as they quickly left Zhang Laixi's house.

Actually, this entire Death Village village was not considered big. From start to finish, there was only one main road.1

At this moment, Ye Qian and the Condor were being escorted by Zhang San and the others out of Zhang Laixi's house, walking along the main road, until they had reached the deepest part of the village, in front of the mysterious manor.

Standing on the plaza outside the villa, Condor was completely stunned. Looking at the manor in the depths of the village, she could not help but say: "Heavens, I can't believe my eyes. This, this broken down little mountain village actually has such a luxurious manor.

The Condor said, while looking at Ye Qian. However, Ye Qian's performance was completely different from that of the Condor, and the expression on his face seemed to be one that had been known for a long time.

Looking at the plaza in front of the villa, the plaza was currently brightly lit, and hundreds of villagers were gathered here. At the center of the plaza, there was a table placed respectfully in the center. On the table, there were five animals for sacrifice.

Further up along the table was a temporary wooden stage. On the stage, there were three Cremation racks with firewood beneath them.

Looking at this scene, the Condor felt a chill run down its spine. It had to be known that the Condor had only seen this kind of thing called the Cremation s rack from TV dramas.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Waves of joyous roars resounded in the crowd.

However, this roar did not last long. The several hundred villagers saw a skinny figure strenuously standing on the Cremation Stage. This person was no stranger, he was Death Village's Patriarch, Zhang Laixi.

Everyone saw Zhang Laixi wave his hand towards the audience and said: "Quiet, quiet!"

For a moment, the entire Death Village started to quiet down, this kind of deathly silence was somewhat uncomfortable.

"Bring me those two outsiders who trespassed into the tomb!"

Zhang Laixi's face turned sinister as he roared again.

Soon after, seven to eight young villagers pushed Ye Qian and the Condor to the front of the Cremation Stage, and threw them in front of Zhang Laixi.

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