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Amidst the rising and falling voices of the surrounding villagers, Feng Tingwan's eyes quickly scanned the scene.

What they said clearly meant that it was not time yet, so his life and that of those lying on the ground were not in danger for the time being.

Feng Tingwan was not sure how much time they had left, but he saw the surrounding villagers quickly fiddling with something around the altar, their movements fast and pious.

At this time, Feng Tingwan's hands and feet were tied up. He couldn't move much. It was already very difficult to stand up just now.

He moved left and right, and then fell to the ground. The villagers next to him looked at his movements and thought they were funny and didn't care at all.

After Feng Tingwan fell down, his eyes showed a shrewd look. He moved to the side and kicked Qian Pu in the calf.

The movement was not gentle, so even in a coma, Qian Pu felt the pain. He whimpered and opened his eyes.

The moment he looked at Feng Tingwan, Feng Tingwan winked at him.

Qian Pu has always been a very smart person. When he looked at Feng Tingwan, his face became solemn for a moment, and he quickly looked around with his peripheral vision.

Especially when I saw the people next to me and their current situation, I immediately understood what was going on.

But I can't help but complain in my heart. When I come here, I don't spend as much time standing up as I do lying down.

The two of them winked at each other and noticed from each other's eyes what the other party wanted to do next.

Qian Pu slowly followed Feng Tingwan's example and kicked the people next to him.

After Feng Tingwan woke up Qian Pu, he immediately moved carefully towards Wan Zhijin's direction.

Although he hates Wan Zhijin very much, judging from the current situation, one more person brings more strength, and Wan Zhijin should be the most familiar with everyone in this village.

But Wan Zhijin was tied to the pillar on the altar, and Feng Tingwan couldn't move too quickly.

After he moved for two minutes, he saw a villager next to him focusing his attention on him. He immediately stopped moving with an expression of resentment on his face.

The villager looked at his expression and immediately snorted, then withdrew his gaze and continued to do other things.

After Feng Tingwan moved carefully like this, he had reached the position at Wan Zhijin's feet.

He touched Wan Zhijin's calf with his shoulder, but after several movements, Wan Zhijin still showed no sign of waking up.

Feng Tingwan guessed that these villagers should have used some means against Wan Zhijin.

"what are you doing?"

At this time, the villagers in the audience immediately rushed to the altar after seeing Feng Tingwan's actions.

The first one to come up was a young man. When he walked up to him, he immediately grabbed Feng Tingwan's hair and lifted him off the altar.

Feng Tingwan was forced to raise his head. He didn't pay attention to the actions of the villagers. He just looked coldly at the Qianpu people on the stage who looked at him with worried eyes.

He suddenly felt that after meeting Qin Mo, things that had never happened to him in the previous life had really happened to him in this life.

It turns out that some people would look at me like this.

He sighed softly, withdrew his gaze, and looked up at the villager holding his hair. The emotion in his squinted eyes was incomprehensible.

Feng Tingwan looked at him and said indifferently.

"let me go!"

Under Feng Tingwan's gaze, the villager felt uneasy as if he was being targeted by some poisonous snake.

The hand holding Feng Tingwan's hair couldn't help but move, but after he lowered his eyes and saw Feng Tingwan's bound hands and feet, this emotion was dissipated by impulse.

He snorted coldly and said to Feng Tingwan.

"If you look at me like this, why not be the first to sacrifice your blood to the village."

Feng Tingwan's dark eyes changed again and again, and finally slowly turned into a bright red color. The fingertips of his tied hands also slowly revealed a black aura.

He slowly broke away from the held hair, not caring about the pain at the roots or how many hairs were torn out.

Just when Feng Tingwan was about to leave the villagers. The moment he held his hand, the villagers nearby noticed something strange and immediately rushed to the two of them and pressed Feng Tingwan's shoulders hard.

"There's something wrong with this guy."

An older middle-aged man next to him said to the villager who caught Feng Tingwan.

The young man naturally noticed Feng Tingwan's careful movements, and then his eyes flashed and he said to the middle-aged man.

"Uncle Wan and these outsiders are not good people. I think it is best to get rid of these people before the sacrifice begins."

The man named Uncle Wan shook his head at him.

"No, the time is almost up, and the saint's matters are more important."

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Tingwan, hesitated, and finally said to the young man.

"Xiaowen, tie him up and send him up. Don't miss the time."

The middle-aged man pulled the rope on Feng Tingwan's hand to make sure it was not loosened. After giving instructions to the young man, he turned around and walked towards the altar again, and then placed things.

The moment the middle-aged man put his hand on his shoulder, Feng Tingwan could clearly feel that the force coming from the man's hand was different from that of a normal person.

His eyes narrowed, and he immediately understood that this was what was different from ordinary people in this village.

Xiaowen glanced at Feng Tingwan, his eyes showing dissatisfaction, but he still pulled Feng Tingwan up from the ground and led Feng Tingwan towards the other side of the altar.

Just after he took two steps, Feng Tingwan, who was being pulled behind him, moved his wrist.

The rope that was tied to his hands disappeared in an instant, and his eyes began to become bloodthirsty.

He quickly took a few steps forward and stood behind the young man, talking to Xiao Wen as if he was dreaming.

"Sooner relief."

Feng Tingwan's fingers were like sharp weapons, stimulating the boy's heart.

In order to prevent the young man from making any noise, he even covered the young man's mouth with one hand.

At this time, the young man turned back to look at Feng Tingwan, but Feng Tingwan's eyes were looking in the direction of other villagers next to him.

After making sure that the villagers did not notice their actions, Feng Tingwan pulled Xiao Wen to the other side of the altar and threw him on the ground.

His actions may not have been noticed by anyone just at this critical moment, but it may not be certain after a while, because at this time, the villagers' attention is on preparing things for sacrifice, so they will ignore it.

Once the villagers' preparations are completed, his actions will definitely not work.

Feng Tingwan leaned against the back of the altar, thinking quickly in his mind about how to deal with what was to come.

He quietly stretched out his head and glanced at the stage. Although Qi Nuannuan and the others were awake, their faces were ugly. Perhaps their physical strength had not recovered yet. If they were rescued rashly, I'm afraid all of them would die here.

But if he didn't save them, he wouldn't be able to escape from here.

The most important thing is Wan Zhijin.

Just as Feng Tingwan looked towards the stage with his peripheral vision, a vision suddenly met his eyes.

It's Lan Xumian. Feng Tingwan looked at Lan Xumian, and then looked at Wan Zhijin not far away.

Lan Xumian understood in an instant what Feng Tingwan wanted to do. After all, both of them were smart people. After deciding what to do, Feng Tingwan quickly looked away.

Lan Xumian stumbled to his feet and rushed towards Wan Zhijin's direction.

His movement was so sudden that the villagers nearby did not notice his move until Lan Xumian scolded him.

"Let us go!"

He didn't know where the dagger came from in his hand. He used the knife to cut off the rope on Wan Zhijin's body and put it against Wan Zhijin's chin.

He tightened his palms on Wan Zhijin's shoulders, and pressed the tip of the knife against her chin.

When the villagers nearby heard the news, they immediately looked up at the stage. When they saw Lan Xumian's actions, anger showed in their eyes.

"what are you doing?"

Because Lan Xumian's physical strength had not fully recovered, he could only lean back tightly against the pillar behind him where Wan Zijin was originally tied.

After hearing the villagers' voices, he looked at the villagers in the audience with a disdainful smile and said in a cold voice.

"Why don't I tell you what you are doing and let us go, or I will kill her directly."

No one expected that such a scene would happen suddenly.

"How dare you hold the saint hostage." The villagers said angrily.

"Where did the saint come from? She is just a prisoner."

Lan Xu Mian rested his head on the pillar behind him, squinted his eyes, and looked down at the villagers in the audience who were looking at him angrily. He only felt ridiculous and hypocritical.

If it hadn't been for the revival of spiritual energy, he would never have known that people's hearts could be so evil.

Lan Xumian's purpose was naturally not to kill Wan Zhijin, he needed Wan Zhijin to help them get out.

At this time, Feng Tingwan had already gone around to the back of the altar and stood below Lan Xu Mian. He spoke in a low voice and coldly to Lan Xu Mian who was on top of the altar.

"" wakes up Wan Zhijin. "

The two were so close that Lan Xumian could naturally hear Feng Tingwan's voice, but the people next to him couldn't.

So Lan Xumian moved his hand on Wan Zhijin's neck. When the knife pressed against the skin of Wan Zhijin's chin, he controlled the force on his hand and exerted slight pressure.

At the moment when the blood flowed out, Wan Zhijin, who was in a coma, suddenly let out a painful whimper.

Lan Xumian lowered his head and shouted softly into Wan Zhijin's ear.

"Wan Zhijin wake up."

At this moment, the villagers in the audience seemed to have discovered what Lan Xumian wanted to do. After sneering, the old man among them who was the first to talk to Feng Tingwan suddenly waved his hand, and saw Lan Xumian immediately jump out from under Lan Xumian's feet. Countless vines sprouted up.

It was also at this moment that Lan Xumian discovered it, but unfortunately his body had not recovered its strength. He could only watch as his hands and feet were entangled, and the dagger in his hand also fell.

And Wan Wan Zhijin in front of him also fell to the ground as he let go.

"You are smart! We have been with the Saint for much longer than you. Do you think we don't know what medicine to use to control her? It's ridiculous to wake her up just by barking twice."

The old man winked at the two strong men behind him, and the two strong men immediately walked onto the altar.

He stood up Lan Xu Mian, and then picked up the dagger that Lan Xu Mian had dropped on the ground.

"Guan Gong is playing a big sword in front of you. Even if you don't plant the poisonous medicine in the village now, you won't be able to leave the village."

"The time has come to sacrifice these outsiders."

The old man spoke first. The two strong men held the dagger dropped by Lan Xumian. Just when one of the strong men was about to stab Lan Xumian with the dagger, a black force suddenly appeared.

It hit the strong man's wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground. Everyone was confused and looked around.

It was at this moment that Wan Zhijin, who was lying on the ground, suddenly made a move.

"You want to kill me?"

Wan Zhijin's voice came out and the surrounding villagers froze up. They couldn't help but look at Wan Zhijin lying on the ground and wondered if she had just made a sound.

It was when he was supporting one of the strong men, Lan Xumian, and preparing to walk towards Wan Zhijin.

Wan Zhijin, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved. She first whimpered, then slowly pressed her shoulders to the ground and turned over randomly while everyone was watching.

She was lying on her back, panting violently as she lay on the ground. Her face was originally gentle and gentle, but she could not see any emotion at this time, she was pale and weak.

Those amber eyes were extremely cold.

"My Lady Saint."

The moment they saw Wan Zhijin wake up, the villagers couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but they still called Wan Zhijin respectfully.

But the scene in front of them was very ridiculous compared with their respect.

Wan Zhijin used all her strength to sit up. She sat on the altar, glanced around, and finally said very coldly.

"Why? If you are unwilling to leave the village, I will not force you. I believe that I have never wronged anyone in the village since I became a saint, but why are you doing this to me?"

There was no emotion in Wan Zhijin's words at this time. She was cold and steady, but the tenderness on her face had actually disappeared.

The old man said to Wan Zhijin.

"Sir, please forgive us, but as a saint, it is your duty to protect this village. If you leave, who will the village be handed over to? We cannot live without you."

The pious words, but coupled with the ridiculous behavior now, there is a strange sense of dissonance everywhere.

After hearing this, Wan Zhijin's expression froze, and then she laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes.

Then he said.

"Can't live without me? What are you going to do with me?"

After Wan Zhijin finished speaking, the villagers couldn't help but fall into silence.

It was at this moment that a crisp and ethereal voice suddenly came from behind these villagers.

"What should I do with you? Of course I'll eat you and stay with you forever."

Wan Zhijin squinted her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. When she saw the person coming, a hint of sarcasm appeared on her face, which finally disappeared.

The villagers turned around and saw Qin Mo behind them dragging Wan Xiang's hair to the ground with one hand and holding a black scimitar in the other.

When she saw everyone's eyes falling on her, she raised her bloody hand holding the knife and wiped the corner of her mouth, looking at everyone present with a smile.

"Hello, we meet again."