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Chapter 340 Hematemesis
He Lingjiang and Pei You bowed their heads to accept the order, then turned around and searched for the road they had just come from.

From the main entrance of the Witch Temple to the altar, there is only one main road, and you will arrive after turning two turns back and forth.If you really want to find something, if you walk along this road, it is difficult to get a glimpse of the inside of the witch temple.

However, if something like a finger is thrown casually while walking, it is very likely to be thrown elsewhere, and then rolled along the path, who knows that it will end up in that corner again?
What's more, this is a precious thing close to the head of the department, and it is common sense for someone to pick it up by chance.They can't find someone to inquire about?
With this reason, they naturally also have an excuse to walk around in the witch temple.

He Lingjiang and the others first searched around the main road, and then they split up into two groups and searched towards both sides. The scope of the search naturally became wider and wider.

Occasionally, she would not avoid the witch temple attendant who was passing by, and occasionally she would take the initiative to meet him and ask: "This attendant, I am the guard of the head of Tidu. It was lost, I wonder if the waiter has seen it before?"

She often stayed in the northern border, and was no stranger to the local language. Although the barren tribe had a slightly different dialect from the northern border, it was not difficult for her.

Naturally, they had never seen such an unnecessary finger pull, the waiter shook his head, but asked a few words about the finger pull, saying that he would help to pay attention, and then left in a hurry, leaving her to search for it by herself.

Nowadays, when it comes to big blessing events, whether it is the distinguished guests in the temple or the people outside the temple, they all need someone to manage them. The waiters in the witch temple are very busy, and the finger ring is not something conspicuous, so naturally they can't take care of it. He helped her lean over and half-squat there, and rummaged inch by inch.

The waiters couldn't spare their hands, and He Lingjiang didn't force him, he just thanked them and went to find it by himself.This road, along the original avenue, went further and further.

Turning another road, He Lingjiang saw a courtyard in the distance, with a high wall, and there were witches guarding the door.

In today's bustling time, the surroundings of this yard seem unusually quiet and solemn.

He Lingjiang narrowed her eyes slightly, and moved her feet slightly, but she heard a condensed voice from behind: "Who is here?"

She turned around, and saw that the person in front of her was wearing the gray robe of a witch, followed by two attendants. If she guessed correctly, this person should be the attendant serving the great witch.

She placed her right hand in front of her left chest, and signaled slightly: "My master is the head of the Tidu tribe, but his finger wrench accidentally disappeared, so he sent me to look for it."

The man frowned: "If you're looking for the finger puller, why did you come here?"

He Lingjiang's expression remained unchanged, and he explained: "I have searched for the main road, but there is no trace of the finger puller. I thought it might have rolled far away, or someone picked it up by chance, so I looked around. "

"I don't know if you have seen this thing before?"

The man's frowning brows were still tightened: "We have never seen any finger-pulls. The boss's things were indeed lost in the witch temple?"

No way, the Tidu Buzhu's things were lost on the road.

He Lingjiang nodded: "Earlier in front of the witch temple, the head of the department raised his hand to greet the surrounding people, and he still had this finger wrench in his hand."

"It was only later that when I reached out to help a child who accidentally fell down, my hands were stained with dirt. When the minister went into the witch temple to wipe his hands with a handkerchief, he took off the wrench and stuffed it into his sleeve."

"Perhaps, by accident, the wrench got out of the way... This wrench is an old personal possession of the boss. He has always valued it very much. Otherwise, he would not have sent me to look for it at this time."

Since it is the main object of the Ministry, I can't blame him for rushing to find it. The witch waiter understood, and his eyebrows relaxed slightly, but his face was still calm: "People in the witch temple will not pick up things at random and treat them as their own. If you If you want to find it, just look for it near the main road. The finger is small, maybe you didn't notice it just now?"

"Today I have something important to pray for, and there are many people in the witch temple, so you better not wander around..." The witch attendant's tone was somewhat dissatisfied and warned.

He Lingjiang nodded again and again: "I've made a note of it, then I'll go around and have a look around. If there is any news about this finger-pull, please send me a message."

The waiter Wu nodded slightly, just as she was about to say a few more words, she saw a waiter rushing towards her out of the corner of her eye.

Her eyes couldn't help tightening, she left He Lingjiang who was standing there, and quickly walked forward.

The waiter looked anxious, and when he saw her, he immediately stepped forward and said anxiously: "Witch waiter, it's not good! The big witch vomited blood again..."

He Lingjiang was about three zhang away from them, and with her excellent hearing ability, she still vaguely heard the waiter's words.

The witch servant's expression changed immediately, and he shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"

When she turned around and saw that He Lingjiang was already walking towards the main road, she breathed a sigh of relief, gave the waiter a glance, and hurried to the distant yard.

He Lingjiang turned around and stared at the hurriedly walking wizard from a distance. She seemed very anxious. At first, she only took big steps, but later, she started to trot.

Looking at her from afar, her figure passed through the courtyard gate, and then disappeared.

He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Big witch, vomiting blood...

He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes slightly.

The barren people believe in witchcraft, and there are also some people who are proficient in witchcraft.And this great witch is the witch with the most profound magic skills in the barren tribe, and the spectator of the witch temple. His status is respected, only slightly lower than that of the barren leader. Even the five chiefs must respect her when they see her.

The big witch doesn't care about the common affairs of the tribe, but the big events in the tribe cannot do without the presence of the big witch.Divination of good and bad luck, healing of diseases and eliminating disasters, summoning spirits from gods, praying for rain and offering sacrifices are all the duties and abilities of great witches.

The blessing ceremony held every three months was presided over by the Dawu himself.In spring, we pray for the abundance of grass, in summer we pray for no drought, in autumn we wish for a good harvest, and in winter we wish for rain and snow.

But now, the big witch suddenly vomited blood, and it was "again"?
He Lingjiang didn't know the strength of this great witch, but since he can hold this position firmly and has many followers, he must have some skills.

To be able to make such a great witch vomit blood repeatedly is probably not a minor injury.

He Lingjiang was curious, but the sky was bright and the sun was shining, and the wizard was obviously watching the courtyard closely, so this was not a good time to find out.

She returned to the vicinity of the main road, and when a waiter passed by, she happened to find the finger wrench that had rolled here by mistake from under a stone gap, and logically returned to the altar with Pei You.

The leader of the desolate people had also arrived at this time. He was tall and straight, independent of everyone, and two steps behind him was his personal bodyguard.

After half a cup of tea time, it was noon, and it was time for the blessing ceremony to begin.

"Jingle, jingle."

The countless copper bells hanging around the altar suddenly rang without wind and trembled on the silk thread.

A figure stepped on the steps and walked slowly towards the height of the altar.

(End of this chapter)