Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

"Suisui..."

Before Canaan could say anything, the boy was locked at the door. The young man hugged the mattress and stepped on the wooden floor to the top of the stilted building.

Canaan:…………

Early the next morning, Canaan got up and prepared a meal, and the aroma filled the small kitchen behind the stilted building.

Canaan wanted to knock on Qisui's door several times to ask him to get up and eat together, but he immediately retracted his legs as soon as he stepped onto the wooden ladder.

Why.

He was the one who made the trouble unreasonably in the first place, so he didn't bow his head and admit his mistake.

As soon as he picked up his rice bowl, a voice came from the wooden ladder.

Qi Sui held the handle and slowly smoothed the folds of the collar.

He glanced at him, raised his head and walked down.

——Whoever speaks first is the dog.

Canaan said with a cold face, "Eat."

Qi Sui didn't say a word, got off the wooden ladder, walked around him and left.

"Suisui..."

Canaan grabbed his arm, choked, and repeated again, "Stop losing your temper, okay, and eat."

"I'm going to find He Cang."

Canaan's face suddenly turned dark, "Which He Cang are you looking for?"

Do you think he is dead? Do you really want to run with someone?

Qi Sui: "I'm going to find that He Cang."

"..."

Canaan took a deep breath and frowned slightly.

"Do you have to be angry with me? Can you eat first? I made your favorite fish in sour soup...it's delicious."

Qi Sui withdrew his hand and wiped it on his clothes in disgust.

His expression was calm.

“The rain won’t keep falling, but your head will.”

The swollen water behind the stilted building bubbled hotly.

The air was eerily silent for two seconds.

Canaan lowered his eyes, but his attitude remained tough, "Why are you so mean? I'm not wrong. The ancestral hall is dangerous and is not a place you should go."

He moved his lips and added slowly, "I speak more straightforwardly, so don't mind if I say something ugly."

Why does this sound more and more like a scumbag?

Qi Sui's face darkened, he looked down at him, and sneered: "Then my hand is heavier, please bear with it if it hurts?"

"..."

Qi Sui rolled his eyes at him and walked away.

Canaan tried to grab his hand but failed, "Where are you going?"

You don’t really want to find He Cang, do you?

Then the two of them fell in love so much that he became the mistress?

I can't stand it any longer!

"Suisui, don't leave! I won't quarrel with you! Don't go looking for He Cang, you haven't eaten yet, Suisui ah ah ah ah!"

The young man turned a deaf ear and set foot on the jungle trail.

Canaan was about to catch up.

Qi Sui immediately finished the sentence without looking back.

"I won't eat your food, so don't follow me! If you dare to follow me, I'll run away with He Cang! It's up to you!"

"..."

Canaan suffered from heart failure, and the wound on his chest seemed to have opened again.

It was extremely itchy and painful.

Helpless and speechless, he gritted his teeth bitterly.

At that time, the Seventh Cultivating Snake should have killed that thing that was trying to pry the corner of the wall!

-

Qi Sui came to He Cang's house, originally just wanting to inquire about the news about the ancestral hall last night, but bumped into He Ping who came out of the door.

"Qisui, Xiaocang's classmate, right?"

The old man smiled peacefully, with kindness on his wrinkled face.

The young man nodded politely, "I'm here to see He Cang. I may leave Miao territory in two days. Come and say hello."

Just getting ready to go in.

He Ping: "Were you the person on Canaan's bed last night?"

Qi Sui looked back at him with a faint smile on her lips.

"Although I am a foreigner, I don't think there is anything wrong with falling in love properly. What's more, it was Canaan who poisoned me first."

Qi Sui didn't want to waste any time talking to him, so he walked around him and went in.

He Ping chuckled and said unhurriedly:

"Xiao Cang has such a good relationship with you, he must have told you that Canaan will be a sacrifice in half a month, right?"

"What do you mean?"

He Ping's voice was old and deep, and the crutch he was holding hit the ground heavily, and he shouted angrily without any hesitation.

"Canaan became a sacrifice. That is God's command. No one can disobey it. If you disobey it, you will be punished by God!"

Qi Sui clicked his tongue and kneaded his fingertips together.

It is impossible to reason with this group of ignorant and feudal villagers.

He said calmly: "Chief, you don't need to tell me so much. The sacrifice will be held as scheduled in half a month. I wish you a smooth sacrifice in advance."

His hand just covered the frame of the wooden door.

The old man immediately spoke with an unclear meaning: "Qisui, do you want to follow me to the ancestral hall to meet the gods of our Miao territory?"

Qi Sui paused and his eyes moved slightly.

As the leader of the tribe, He Ping lives near the ancestral hall. It took him ten minutes to reach the bottom of the four unlike sculptures.

The mysterious word "Miao Jiang" is carved on the tall stone gate.

Qi Sui was not worried that he would plot against him. No matter how useless he was, he would not be able to beat an old man in his sixties.

Entering the interior of the ancestral hall, you walk through a long black path. Ancient oil lamps are hung on the walls, and the flames rise and fall.

As footsteps sounded, the atmosphere became even more eerie.

Qi Sui followed He Ping and walked forward in silence, finally stopping in front of a mahogany door.

Next to them stood two stone statues with green faces and fangs. They were terribly ugly and seemed to be used for suppression.

"Follow me."

He Ping reminded, and then opened the door in front of him.

A feeling of dizziness hit Qi Sui, and his pupils were stung by the candles surrounding him.

Large and small stone statues surround the ancestral hall for worship, and sitting in the high hall is a faceless stone statue with no facial features.

How weird.

He Ping said: "This is our god."

Qi Sui's lips twitched wildly, "Your gods have no face?"

It's so "ugly" and shameless. Who's a good god to sacrifice a living person?

He Ping glared angrily, "Please be careful with your words and don't be disrespectful to our gods!"

Qi Sui curled his lips.

The truth is yet to be told.

Canaan was right when he said, "If you read the newspaper, you will be an ugly monster."

He Ping looked up.

Standing in front of the faceless stone statue in a very pious posture.

He put down the crutch in his hand and bowed deeply.

Qi Sui observed the situation around him and asked casually: "What is it about this god that is worthy of your worship?"

"This is the instruction left by the ancestors. Thousands of years ago, the human world was catastrophic, and all life in the human world was devastated. The gods descended from the divine world to protect our Miao territory from peace for generations. It is our duty to worship."

Qi Sui rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Those old guys in the God Realm occasionally come down to earth and save someone, and they are praised for their virtues for thousands of years.

It’s really disgusting, yueyueyue.

He Ping looked at him, a strange smile appeared at the end of his wrinkled eyes.

"Qisui, the stone statues are just a cover-up. Do you want to see the true appearance of our gods? This is a secret that only the successive leaders of the Miao tribe know."

Qi Sui looked solemn and asked seriously:

"This time he's not faceless, but headless?"

Seeing that He Ping's face was extremely dark, he couldn't hold himself back and was about to get angry.

Qi Sui immediately changed his words: "Please."

He Ping stepped forward and worshiped devoutly in front of the faceless stone statue.

Then he reached out and found a crack in the wall.

His fingers slid down the sharp edges, and blood filled the air.

A huge scroll instantly fell from mid-air.

The "god" painted in the scroll appears before your eyes——