66: Chapter 66: The Festival of Sacrifice (XI)

"Oh my, you don't look so listless anymore, do you."

Tai You, standing to the side, watched this scene with a bit of schadenfreude.

Struggling to no avail, she was eventually dragged directly into the house by Qian Ye.

From the outside, it clearly looked like three stories, but upon entering, there were only two. At this moment, faint candlelight burned on the walls, and as soon as they appeared, the candle flames began to flicker wildly.

Laughter drifted through the air from time to time, mixed with roars.

"Cackle, cackle..."

"Hee hee~"

"No! Don't!"

"No!"

"Heh heh, finally found you."

Qian Ye clearly felt the Old Woman under her hand stiffen.

The next second, she struggled even more violently.

"Heh, heh, heh..."

"Let go, let go!"

"Just try touching me, if you dare!"

"I have the Mountain Spirit's blessing!"

From these few short sentences, it could be roughly guessed that she and the things in this house were at odds.

The more she struggled, the more excited Qian Ye became.

Dragging her from the first floor to the second floor.

The shadows hidden in the darkness surged constantly, wanting to seize the opportunity to kill the people before them in one blow.

Qian Ye threw her onto the second-floor corridor and poked her with the tip of her umbrella, "Come on, tell me about the grudge between you and this place."

"You... what are you saying, I don't... understand!"

The next second, the hong ling umbrella stabbed down directly, the tip churning continuously in her abdomen.

"I am a person who loves to respect the old and cherish the young."

"I'm being so well-behaved, yet you still won't open your mouth?"

Waves of pain came from her abdomen.

Old Madam Zhou: ...Should I thank you for your 'respecting the old and cherishing the young'.

She felt like the blood in her abdomen was about to congeal from being angered by her.

Bright red blood flowed out, and the shadows under the candlelight surged more violently, baring fangs and brandishing claws.

Qian Ye's actions continued, and Old Madam Zhou only felt a chill from her abdomen rapidly spreading throughout her entire body.

"I didn't expect your mouth to be so tough." No matter how Qian Ye tortured her, this person seemed to have no sense of pain, refusing to open her mouth no matter what.

From resisting entering to the current indifference, "It seems you are certain that you can't get out."

Qian Ye saw through the essence of this matter at a glance.

"Fine, since you aren't willing to talk, then I'll just have to find someone who is."

After Qian Ye finished speaking, the Old Woman smiled triumphantly, "Don't waste your energy."

Thinking of this, she gave a cold laugh.

Meng Yu looked at her punchable expression, her hands itching.

Without a word, she swung her fist directly at her.

The harder her hands moved, the more fiercely her tears flowed.

A moment later, there was a gasping NPC on the ground, and beside Qian Ye was a player frantically wiping away tears.

Watching her tears and snot streaming down, Qian Ye's mouth twitched, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"No, it's fine, I'm used to it."

Meng Yu skillfully took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Since she said she was fine, Qian Ye wasn't the type to be a busybody.

Looking at the faint candlelight, a clever idea struck Qian Ye, and she suddenly remembered a prop.

——

Meng Yu and Tai You stared curiously at the red lantern that had suddenly appeared in Qian Ye's hand.

Uh, looking at the candles burning on the walls and the gloomy weather outside, the appearance of this lantern was abrupt.

"What... is the use of this?"

Hearing this, Qian Ye pulled a smile and found a spot to hang it up.

At the same time, a faint voice came out, "I heard that lighting it can summon one's own kind."

"A reminder to you both, 'one's own kind' does not mean humans, hee hee~"

The two of them said "Holy crap" in unison, and the next instant, they both quickly took out their weapons and looked around vigilantly.

The hanging red lantern had been lit, and the entire corridor was bathed in a faint red glow.

Waiting was long; Qian Ye squatted down, poking her wound on and off.

Suddenly, the wind rose, coming from all directions, mixed with shrill screams and roars.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

"Thump, thump..."

"Bang... bang, bang, bang"

"Thump, thump!!"

Some sound came from the floor of the first floor; the sound became more and more urgent, and the movements seemed to be mixed with anger.

This continuous movement drew Qian Ye's attention. She stood up, walked to the railing, rested her hands loosely on it, lowered her head slightly, and watched the commotion on the floor, her eyes full of interest.

"Say, so this third floor was actually below~"

Feeling the person beside her struggling continuously, Qian Ye turned around, lowered her head, and quietly watched her movements.

Old Madam Zhou heard the commotion and struggled continuously, her eyes fixed on Qian Ye like poisoned swords, staring at her intently.

"You actually woke them up!"

"Hahahaha..."

"None of you will escape!"

"Heh, heh, heh..."

"Oh." Qian Ye's tone was indifferent, and she didn't even raise her eyes.

"You're not afraid!"

Qian Ye shrugged.

"Impossible, impossible, no one is not afraid of death, no one, no one..."

Qian Ye looked at her; at this moment, Old Madam Zhou seemed to have been stimulated by something, and she had become completely crazed.

The movements under the floor continued.

The surrounding candle flames flickered with the movement...

With a "bang", the door was knocked open by something.

"Jie jie jie..."

"Hungry!"

"Heh heh, eat..."

Such a loud commotion caused the three of them—Qian Ye and the others—to look toward the door, where a strange figure appeared and disappeared in the candlelight.

"Damn, what kind of monster is that!" Tai You's eyes widened.

Qian Ye narrowed her eyes, observing the eerie thing that had appeared at the door.

She vaguely identified it as humanoid, on all fours, with its head hanging low and dragging on the ground. Every time the candlelight flickered again, the eerie thing moved one step closer.

Qian Ye saw the figure, and her eyes lit up; this little cutie looked quite decent.

Feeling the person beside her tense up, Qian Ye covered her mouth and chuckled, her whole body exuding an aura of excitement, "Hee hee, sorry, I forgot, this can summon more than just one type of 'own kind'~"

Meng Yu "..."

Tai You "..."

Meng Yu activated her skill, the fan in her hand emitting a glowing white light, and her tears streamed down uncontrollably.

She never expected that she would be screwed over by her own kind first.

"Jie jie jie..."

The sounds got closer and closer, and more and more things poured in. Soon, the entire first floor was filled with densely packed eerie things.

Some began to rush to the second floor, stepping on the stairs, bringing with them the creaking sound of wooden planks.

Qian Ye looked down at Old Madam Zhou, saw her triumphant expression, and the next second, she picked her up, leaped directly from the railing, and landed steadily on the first floor.

Those eerie things watched the person who had suddenly appeared with vigilance, opening their bloody mouths to reveal sharp fangs, with mucus dripping from the fangs, continuously roaring at Qian Ye.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

The next instant, they all swarmed up, their eyes revealing scarlet blood light, filled with ferocity, wanting to tear everything before them to shreds.

Old Madam Zhou was held by Qian Ye and used directly as a weapon, spinning back and forth, her body hovering on the edge of the fangs every time.

"You... if you have the ability, kill me!"

Old Madam Zhou had been tortured until she looked like she had just come out of a beggar's den, her whole appearance a mess.

Qian Ye curled her lips and mimicked the sounds of those eerie things, "Jie jie jie..."

The next instant, she threw the person into the center of the hall, and the eerie things accelerated, rushing at Qian Ye.

With the red singer in her hand, whoever came was directly hit and knocked back three meters.

One came, and Qian Ye beat one; a pair came, and she sent them all to the western paradise.

Those upstairs were resisting with all their might, while the remaining Qian Ye was like playing a game, swinging left, swinging right, beating those eerie things so they dared not approach.