The incense burner was burning with blue smoke, Wu Yanxi held a white long gown, opened the curtain and walked into the tent, calling: "Master."

Qiao Zhuo lowered his eyes, and the visible parts of his neck and wrists were covered with red marks, adding ambiguity to this pale figure for no reason.

"I'll change your clothes for you," said the man.

Qiao Zhuo raised his jaw coldly, "I don't wear white clothes."

Wu Yanxi stood behind Qiao Zhuo, and the intimate figures of the two appeared in the mirror, like a pair of lovers who were in love with each other.

"Master, put on clothes for now, this place is remote, I will give you whatever you want after you leave." Wu Yanxi lowered her eyes to change Qiao Zhuo's clothes.

In my impression, Qiao Zhuo had never worn white clothes. Now that he was wearing white and plain clothes, Qiao Zhuo looked even more aloof and aloof, as if he was about to retire in the next second, comparable to the moon in the sky and the crane in the mountains.

Wu Yanxi put her arms around her slender waist and rubbed her hands close to Qiao Zhuo, sighing with countless complex emotions.

Qiao Zhuo lowered his brows and asked coldly, "Why do you take me with you to do such evil things?"

Now that the sixth day of June has arrived, the Wu family members are waiting neatly outside the account.

Wu Yanxi's light kiss landed on Qiao Zhuo's red mole on the earlobe. The man closed his eyes and said helplessly, "Master, you will never forgive me in this life, but I won't let you go." We should entangle like thislifetime.

Qiao Zhuo turned his head away in disgust, but he didn't want to say a word to him.

Seeing this, Wu Yanxi let out a low laugh with a hoarse throat.

The people waiting outside the account suddenly saw that the front curtain was lifted, and the handsome man waved his big hand and ordered: "Go up the mountain!"

The sun was shining brightly at that time, and it was a rare good weather. The mountain road was steep and majestic, and one would be smashed to pieces if one was not careful, but there were still flourishing flowers and plants growing beside such dangerous steps, and birds and insects were flying around.

At the back of the line, Liu Yun raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, saw the ladder in front of him, and said in panic: "There is a temple on the top of the mountain, such a dangerous road can be built."

Qiao Shanshan changed her usual laughing appearance, and after a long silence said, "For the sake of the word "mountain god", they are willing to give everything... I think the master is also the same."

The white-clothed man at the front of the line was pale and gorgeous, and just one glance at his cold face made one feel chilled.

Liu Yun noticed Qiao Shanshan's eyes, and said in a low voice: "I think back then, the master also liked you very much. I heard from the housekeeper that he even touched your forehead."

Qiao Shanshan seemed to be lost in memory, and only recovered after being reminded by Qiao Xiuwen, and said yes abruptly.

Qiao Shanshan's views on Qiao Zhuo are so complex that words cannot describe it, but every time she thinks of this, Qiao Shanshan also thinks of Wu Yanxi, she feels so uncomfortable as an outsider, and what should Wu Yanxi do.

Can he calmly accept Qiao Zhuo's hatred for him?

The sun was shining directly on his face, as soon as Qiao Zhuo pursed his lips, he saw Wu Yanxi sideways to cover him from the sun.

"It's not far, master." Wu Yanxi was handsome with a smile, but Qiao Zhuo was still indifferent.

Wu Yanxi stood on the steps in the mountain and blew his whistle without changing his expression. Everyone saw the eagle coming towards him in the distance, flapping its wings and resting on the man's strong arm.

Wu Yanxi scratched the eagle's feathers, lowered her eyes and said, "Everything around the temple is normal."

Qiao Zhuo drooped his eyelashes in silence.

Following the sound of the order, everyone accelerated their pace, and finally saw the golden eaves of the temple clearly when the sun was shining on the western mountain.

There were dozens of stone steps left before him, Qiao Zhuo's lips were trembling, his face was pale, Wu Yanxi tossed his robe when he saw this, and bent down towards Qiao Zhuo, "I'll carry you on my back."

Wu Yanxi said this all the way, but Qiao Zhuo didn't agree.

Qiao Zhuo stood up to the character design all the way, and at this moment asked the system eagerly: "Can I go up this time? The villain is also human, I really have no strength!"

system:"……"

Finally, the system compromised in silence, "Yes."

Qiao Zhuo's expression was indifferent, but he happily climbed onto Wu Yanxi's back.

Wu Duo walked behind the two of them, and at first glance, he really thought they were a pair of lovers who were in love with each other.

Until a group of people climbed to the top of the mountain, they were all shocked by the sight in front of them.

At sunset, the orange-red sunset glow dyed the entire sky, and the clouds and mist lingered in front of them. In a trance, everyone really thought they had come to the fairyland.

Qiao Shanshan said in surprise with her voice trembling: "The temple is an important place. Unless you are as high as the patriarch or have a sacrificial ceremony, no one comes up during the rest of the time. I didn't expect it to be such a beautiful scene."

Now Wu Yanxi is not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. He held Qiao Zhuo with one hand in order to avoid losing sight, while quietly observing the surroundings of the temple.

The entire body of the huge temple is dark red, and a row of golden beads hangs in front of the main entrance. The atmosphere is eerie and terrifying, without any sense of sanctity, and there is only the constant cold wind blowing around.

Qiao Zhuo sneered: "You hold on so tightly, are you afraid that I might escape?"

Wu Duo on the side led a group of people to investigate around the temple, Wu Yanxi lowered his head and said honestly: "Yes."

Qiao Zhuo turned his face sideways, with distant eyes.

Seeing that everyone untied the firewood they had carried all the way and placed it around the temple, Qiao Zhuo frowned and looked at it coldly.

Wu Yanxi and Qiao Zhuo were standing outside the main entrance of the temple, when suddenly a cold wind picked up, leaving only the last ray of red light among the clouds in the distance.

Qiao Zhuo smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were as bright as stars, and suddenly the sky seemed to be full of peach blossoms.

An ominous premonition enveloped Wu Yanxi, he clenched Qiao Zhuo's arm tightly, his throat was dry.

Qiao Zhuo asked: "Do you know why the mansion supports twelve of you?"

Wu Yanxi shook her hands and said nothing, but he knew it was because a total of twelve boys and girls were needed to sacrifice to the mountain god.

Seeing that Wu Yanxi didn't answer, Qiao Zhuo didn't feel annoyed, and asked again: "Do you know why everyone in Qiao's Village respects me?"

Wu Yanxi wanted to step forward with a dazed face. This was also his perplexity all along. Why was he as weak as Qiao Zhuo, but could be supreme just because he was the patriarch? The villagers who were afraid of him leaving were worried about Qiao Zhuo, or something else.There is a reason?

The accident happened in an instant, and the black door beside him suddenly opened from the inside. Hundreds of villagers stood in the temple fiercely. The leader, Qiao Dadong, stared at Qiao Zhuo and shouted: "Master!"

Wu Yanxi said angrily: "Wuduo! What did you search for?!"

Wu Duo was stunned, he never expected that there would be someone hiding inside!

After Qiao Dadong got Qiao Zhuo's carrier pigeon, he led the villagers up the mountain morning and night, just for this moment.

Qiao Zhuo was blocked by Wu Yanxi, and the Wu family gathered around them.

The bloody battle was about to start, Qiao Dadong's wrinkled face was like a ghost, "Hand it back to the master, we will let you go!"

Wu Yanxi sternly reprimanded: "Delusion."

During the confrontation, Qiao Zhuo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his right hand from behind Wu Yanxi, only to hear his cold voice say: "Prepare to sacrifice to the mountain."

A faint sentence caused the scene to explode instantly.

The Wu family members were shocked and terrified, offering sacrifices to the mountain?How to worship the mountain now?

On the other hand, the villagers of the Qiao family in the temple were all gray.

Qiao Dadong couldn't control himself and took a step forward, how could he come to this step...

Wu Duo thought for a while and couldn't understand, and said anxiously: "How is it possible, those twelve people were all rescued by us, it is impossible for you to sacrifice to the mountain!"

Wu Duo spoke eloquently, but was interrupted by Qiao Zhuo's indifference, "The sacrificial tradition in Qiao's Village has gone through hundreds of years, and no one can guarantee that a sacrifice will not escape."

so what?

Wu Yanxi, who was holding Qiao Zhuo's hands tightly, suddenly understood, so they needed the second method, just in case!

Who can replace the twelve offerings to sacrifice to the mountain god?Who has this right, who has this status?

With the answer in front of him, Qiao Dadong clenched the sharp knife in his hand, his eyes were cloudy and complex, and Qiao Zhuo looked at him across the crowd.

Qiao Dadong gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and flew the blade with his hand.

Qiao Zhuo didn't dodge and turned back, he raised his chin slightly and stood under the temple in a cool and cold manner, the white blade pierced Qiao Zhuo's chest accurately and cruelly, blood stained the front of his white clothes, it was dazzling red.

Everything happened so suddenly, and in the next second, hundreds of villagers waved sharp knives in unison, and all of them went towards Qiao Zhuo without exception.

"No!!!" Wu Yanxi rushed forward with his canthus tearing apart, behind him was the sound of bloody battles in extreme chaos, and Wu Yanxi knelt between the temples holding the back of Qiao Zhuo's neck amid flying flesh and blood.

"Why! Why?!" Wu Yanxi tore his throat and shouted, Qiao Zhuo in his hand kept spitting blood, and his white clothes were messy.

——"It is your life to sacrifice to the mountain god."

——"It's just an offering."

Why are the people in the house so respectful and fearful of the weak old man, why Qiao Zhuo has never taken a concubine but no one persuaded him in the village, why Qiao Zhuo can't leave the mansion for half a step...

Everything has an answer.

It turned out that the boy was also Qiao Zhuo. The patriarch of Qiao's village was not only a powerful person in power, but also a special offering to fill the vacancy.

Eight years, twelve years.

The people trapped in the mansion are not only those twelve people, but also Qiao Zhuo.

The man in his arms lightly raised his hand to hold Wu Yanxi's wrist, and Wu Yanxi shed blood and tears in grief, hitting the side of Qiao Zhuo's face one after another.

At that moment, Qiao Zhuo felt a strange feeling in his heart that he had never had before, and it was throbbing with pain.

Qiao Zhuo asked the system: "What's wrong with me? Bug?"

System: "Maybe it's a virus, it doesn't matter the host, I'll clean it up for you."

Qiao Zhuo responded suspiciously.

The villagers who lost their weapons behind them were quickly subdued by the Wu family, and knelt down behind them with their hands cut behind their backs.

Wu Duo pressed the knife against Qiao Dadong's neck, and asked with disbelief: "Isn't he your patriarch?!"

Qiao Dadong's eyes were full of wildness, and he said bloodthirstyly: "The sacrificial tradition cannot be broken in our generation. No matter what the process is, the result is the same."

After all, it was Qiao Zhuo who sacrificed to the mountain alone as a sacrifice.

The system prompt sounded: "Wu Yanxi's career growth value is +5, the full score achievement has been achieved, the task completion rate is 100%, and the tasker Qiao Zhuo can perform the world jump."

Qiao Zhuo's chest was full of stabbed knives, he smiled and put Wu Yanxi's hand on it, gouging it out fiercely.

"No..." Wu Yanxi was about to go crazy, why did it happen, he took away those twelve people with his own hands, but he also became the pusher behind Qiao Zhuo's obligation to fulfill the sacrifice, it was him, he killed Qiao Zhuo.

Qiao Zhuo's eyes were numb and cold, and Wu Yanxi's heart was trembling. All love-hate entanglements were just his own delusions. Qiao Zhuo never took him seriously.

The white clothes were soaked in blood, and fell to the ground wetly, with a meandering stream.

Qiao Zhuo smiled wearily, and Wu Yanxi shouted with a trembling voice: "No, don't go..."

The red line on the horizon fell, and the flames suddenly appeared in the drowsy vision.

The villagers shouted to the mountain god in unison, but they didn't realize that no one came to rescue them.

Smoke billowed from the top of the mountain, and the fire burned for four days and nights.

Later, people said that they saw a man walking out of the ruins with someone in his arms, but there is no way to verify it.

Lush trees grow in front of the gray tombstone, and the woman leads the child to bring a fruit plate and place it in front of the gray tombstone.

Qiao Xiuwen stood beside her, his face was also full of signs of age.

"Mother, this word is pronounced Qiao." The childish voice pointed to the words on the tablet.

The woman smiled softly, "Yes, really smart."

Zhitong bit his finger and raised his voice, "I don't even know the following words."

Qiao Xiuwen stood in front of the stele gracefully and rubbed the child's head, "The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken goose is called West Wind, which is West Goose."

A childish voice resounded in the mountains, "Qiao Yanxi, Daddy, what a nice name."