The Queen of Fortune, please enter the palace

Chapter 788 Change 11
A group of people in moon-white robes stood with their backs facing them, prostrated forward, muttering something...

No one seemed to have noticed the arrival of Ming Ye and his group, they just chanted strange scriptures, and they all lay motionless on the ground, looking extremely loyal.

At this time, the dark clouds covering Haoyue had already dispersed.Even if there is no torch for lighting, the bright moonlight is enough to illuminate everything in front of you.

Only then did Ming Ye and the others see clearly everything in front of them.

Those wearing long robes are all young men. They prostrate in front of a magnificent temple, their expressions are extremely solemn... There is only one handsome man, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, standing in front of those young men, with the words in his mouth. singing.

The moonlight shrouded the man standing with his back to them, outlining a faint silver light, like an ancient god, under the moonlight, he looked even more handsome and clean, making people intimidating.

"Master Mingye, what are they..." Changsun Yan lowered his voice, pointed at those chanting people and asked in bewilderment.

Ming Ye looked at them quietly for a while, frowning slightly: "They should be paying homage to something..."

Changsun Yan nodded... The legend of the Wuyue Clan is not a day or two old, he has heard before that they believe in gods and ghosts, and their style is weird!
After those people finished singing, the standing man waved his sleeves, and a middle-aged man who was tied up was carried to the entrance of the temple by a group of people dressed in black.

Changsun Yan and Luo Hen looked at the middle-aged man who seemed to be still struggling, and suddenly remembered what the tea shop owner said, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"The owner of the tea shop said that innocent people were captured by the Wuyue Clan. This person is probably the one who captured them..."

While talking, Luo Hen concentrated on watching every move of the Wuyue tribe.

I saw that the forehead of the middle-aged man who was bound by five flowers was cut open, and then the standing man pointed at the bright moon in the night sky, and a silver moonlight flowed down his finger and slowly poured into the middle-aged man's chest. forehead...

The middle-aged man struggled a few times and then remained motionless.

Immediately, the Wuyue tribe loosened the rope that was tied to the middle-aged man.

The handsome man put down the bamboo slips, waved his hand at the middle-aged man, and lit a light between his eyebrows, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and knelt down slowly.

(End of this chapter)