The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

The dark prison, the dreary air.

Cen Ying's hands were chained, and the musty air made her uncomfortable.

This place should be underground, and it's hard to see her fingers. The psychological preparations made in advance can't completely shield her from fear, so she took a deep breath to keep calm.

Although it was pitch black, breathing could be heard in the underground cage.

There were about seven or eight people, all of whom were young girls. When they woke up, they found that they were locked in a dark basement. There were people crying before, but after they were detained and warned, even the sobbing gradually subsided. .

Cen Ying took out the pin hidden in her hair, bent it into another shape, and tried to pick the lock through the moonlight shining through the vent.

But a hand came out of the darkness and gently pressed her wrist.

"Don't pick the lock." A gentle voice came from behind: "Once this kind of lock is picked, it will damage the blood talisman inside, and you will be noticed."

Cen Ying's body tensed and then slightly relaxed, and behind her was a warm embrace.

"You are very brave. You didn't panic. Instead, you thought about how to escape." The other party gently stroked Cen Ying's hair: "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"You are?" Cen Ying raised her head, but she couldn't see the other person clearly in the dark.

The woman in the dark didn't speak, but smiled gently.

"Call my sister."

@《Even if the world is doomsday, I still want to play Azur Lane》

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Chapter 50 River God Festival

Late at night, the River God Festival was held as scheduled.

Every household hangs white lanterns with the word "sacrifice" written on them.

Dozens of Taoist priests in yellow robes sprinkled yellow talisman paper in the sky, sprinkled blood-stained water on the door of every household, and told every household to remember to soak the amulet in the water, so that the river god can be blessed in the coming year. bless them with enough harvest

They opened the door, stood at the door, knelt down on the ground, and lowered their heads towards the huge red dragon enshrined by the yellow-robed Taoist priests. Some children raised their heads curiously, but their heads were immediately pressed down.

The leader is a white-robed Taoist priest, and the only white-robed priest, the only Taoist priest of the Taoist sect.

He is more than 50 years old, his beard is trimmed fairly, and his hair has a few strands of gray and white, which gives people a majestic courage without anger and majesty. , without squinting, and without looking at this group of people.

Taoism has been established here for hundreds of years, but it was only after the flood 20 years ago that it gained unprecedented rights. Many of these yellow-robed Taoist priests are just ordinary fishermen. Whether they are really qualified to practice Taoism is also a question. unknown.

Maybe it doesn't matter to the Taoist priests whether the residents of Laoshan Town believe or not, they just need the respect and blind obedience of this group of people.

The light and fire of the lanterns merged into a road, and the Taoist priests in yellow robes passed by, even the Lao family was no exception.

Lao Jizhi looked at the team from far to near, and the footsteps of the white-robed priest paused slightly before passing the door of Lao's house. He said, "Master Lao, are you still unwilling to watch the ceremony?"

"Thank you, Taoist priest, for your kindness, but this old man is really not interested in the river god sacrifice." Lao Jizhi shook his head.

"If you have any doubts about your own heirs voluntarily dedicating their lives as sacrifices, Pindao is waiting for you to watch the ceremony at any time..." The white-robed Taoist waved his long sleeves: "The same sentence, Pindao asked you for 20 years. It's been the same answer for a year, but the more Patriarch Lao doesn't go, the more he doesn't believe in it, and acting like this will make me appear to be a villain."

"Everyone has their own aspirations, and she did it voluntarily, and I can't interfere, but whether it's right or wrong, this matter is too hurtful." Lao Jizhi sighed lightly: "I don't want to see it, not because I don't believe it, but because I can't bear it."

"Since it's not unbelief, why don't you go and have a look, maybe there are some unexpected things." The Taoist priest waved his sleeves: "Master Lao, please."

Lao Jizhi's expression was deep, and the servants beside him were hesitant to speak.

The old man held his cane: "Forget it, I let you go."

Bai Pao nodded and said no more.

A group of people walked Haohaotangtang to the river bank, where several boats were parked, boarded the boat and sailed to the island in the center of the lake.

The ancestral hall that worships the river god and suppresses Chiwuyi is located on a small island in the center of the lake. It is said that there used to be no islands here, because the Taoist ancestors had supernatural powers, so they set up formations here to condense Fengshui to form islands. After all, no outsiders have ever set foot on this island except for the Taoist gate.

The island is not big, the area is the same as a football field, but the heights are scattered, and there is a rather old ancestral hall.

In front of the door of the ancestral hall, the white-robed Taoist priest raised his hand and threw out a piece of talisman paper. The imprint of the heavy stone door was removed, and it automatically opened towards both sides.

He was about to step forward, but paused.

"By the way, before going in..." The white-robed Taoist priest waved the floating dust, he turned around, looked at the center of a group of yellow-robed disciples, and showed indifferent eyes: "We have to deal with the rats that sneaked in."

The Taoist priest in white robe stroked his beard: "Don't you think that you have not exposed yourself? You escaped the eyes of the impoverished Taoist? It's a bit confusing to pretend to be a human being, but it's too ridiculous for a monster to pretend to be a human being!"

He swiped the floating dust violently, creating a hurricane out of thin air.

In the wind, the two yellow robes were lifted by the wind, and in the center of the crowd, the youths and teenagers showed their original appearance.

"Somewhat capable, this old man." Bei Luo held Junzi Jian Wuzheng: "It was actually seen."

"Perhaps this group of Taoist priests in yellow robes are crooked, and suddenly there are two more handsome boys, dazzling like fireflies in the dark night." Not only was Su Bai not embarrassed when his identity was seen through, he even made a group joke .

A group of Taoist priests in yellow glared at the two people in the center.

"Thinking to destroy the river god's sacrifice is a heinous crime..." The white-robed priest said coldly, "Take them down."

Lao Jizhi wanted to say something, but saw the priest wave his sleeves, and he was swept into the ancestral hall by a gust of wind.

After the Taoist priest and Lao Jizhi entered the ancestral hall, the gate suddenly closed, leaving only more than 50 Taoist priests in yellow robes smiling unkindly at them.

Su Bai looked at the group of Taoist priests, and suddenly burst out laughing: "How dare you block me, I don't think you have seen the hunk next to me!" He pointed at Beiluo: "Seeing this No handsome boy, he can hit a hundred of you by himself!"

Bei Luo didn't feel quite right when he heard this sentence: "?"