The transcendence of the magic soldier

Chapter 40 Nangong Wenya
"Are you hungry?!"

Nangong Wentian frowned and looked at the man in front of him who looked like he hadn't eaten for three days, his face was dirty, he was about five or sixty years old, his clothes were torn and there were holes everywhere.

"It's not bad to have something to eat these days, whoever gets to pick and choose."

This person did not forget to lick the crumbs of the steamed bun in his hand after eating, looking very embarrassed.

Nangong Wentian smiled calmly, put his hands behind his back and took out a large piece of pork jerky from the dimension space, which was robbed in the bandit's lair before.

"Meaty?!"

Unexpectedly, before he took it out, this person had already smelled it, and followed the smell directly to his back.

"Pork jerky!"

Wentian didn't say that he would give it to him, but he didn't expect him to snatch it directly and started gnawing there.

When he was still hungry after eating, he looked up at Wentian, hoping that he could take out another piece.

"Okay, you eat the meat too, it's time to answer my question."

He was also helpless, and took out his old background in exchange for information.

After some research, I finally found out that this person was named Ji Ba, and he had been imprisoned here for more than ten years, so he was so excited to see the meat.

As for why he was arrested, Ji Ba hesitated and refused to say, but Wentian was not interested in knowing.

He wanted to know about the saint and the sacrificial ceremony.

"Saint, I heard from the soldiers. I have lived here for more than ten years and I am quite familiar with some old soldiers. It is said that they came to the Mist Monster Clan not long ago, and they are still human beings."

Ji Ba scratched his messy hair and said after thinking about it for a while.

"Human beings to be the saintesses of the fog demon tribe?"

Nangong Wentian always felt that there was something hidden in it. There are so many people in the Wu Yao clan, why did they choose a human being to do it.

"I don't know about that, but you will be finished in the ceremony the day after tomorrow." Speaking of this, Ji Ba looked at him gloatingly.

"What?"

"Because all the prisoners here will be sacrificed to the gods of the fog monster clan."

"Then why don't you be happy, you don't have to die too."

Nangong Wentian immediately complained about him.

Unexpectedly, he didn't think so, lying on the ground with Erlang's legs crossed, and leisurely replied: "Of course except for me, I will not die if I am imprisoned for life, so take out all the good things you have to honor me."

Nangong Wentian ignored him, the most important thing now is to meet the saint, but if he rushed out like this, he would definitely startle him.

The only way is to wait for the sacrificial ceremony, when all the prisoners are escorted out, they might be able to see Wenya.

"Oh, I'll just wait to die, I can't leave anyway."

In the next second, he became sad-faced, and lay down in a clean place in the corner, moaning.

Time passed quickly, and a day passed in a blink of an eye, and during the period he found that more and more humans were captured.

The entire prison was almost packed, and the prisoners were wailing all day long to let them out. This noise made him feel a little irritable.

……

Nether Canyon, Fog Demon Temple.

A majestic and huge palace is carved in the middle of the canyon, and a stone statue of a woman stands in the middle. It looks like a fog monster, with wings on its back and pointed ears.

On a seat made of diamond above the stairs in the hall, a fog demon woman in her thirties sat in it with her eyes closed.

"Patriarch, 500 prisoners have been arrested."

A fog demon soldier soared to the gate of the palace and knelt down in front of the woman.

"Now the Nether Canyon is sealed off, and no one is allowed to step in."

The woman known as the patriarch nodded and said in a calm voice without opening her eyes.

……

"How are you preparing?!"

At this time, another voice came from behind the screen deep in the palace. The tone was slightly immature, but it carried a chill, as if it was spoken by someone who had experienced countless vicissitudes.

Unexpectedly, the woman known as the patriarch stood up quickly, knelt down in front of the screen, and answered in a trembling tone: "Everything is as you wish, but those two people who claim to be your friends, how should we deal with them? Should we go together tomorrow?" Sacrifice?"

The voice behind the screen paused for a moment, then said with a smirk: "Do you still want me to talk about this kind of thing?"

"I see, let's do it now."

The patriarch kneeling on the ground wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, got up and walked outside the palace.

Hahaha…

After the patriarch left, the voice behind the screen began to laugh wildly, like madness and trembling.

……

"Everyone come out!"

Early in the morning of the third day, many people hadn't woken up yet, but the soldiers of the mist demon began to come in and arrest the people in the cell row by row.

Many people began to cry and howl, even unwilling to leave, but were dragged out by the soldiers.

"You... and you, come out!"

The door of Nangong Wentian's cell opened, and two soldiers came in, pointing at him and Ji Ba and angrily reprimanded him.

"Hey, I'm Ji Ba! Your patriarch said you won't kill me."

Ji Ba panicked immediately, and hurriedly grabbed the stone pillar next to him and refused to leave.

"Now the saint is in charge, take them all away!"

Unexpectedly, the soldiers completely ignored this person and pulled him out.

Nangong Wentian didn't resist, and obediently lined up to follow out.

All the prisoners were escorted to a huge square in the center of the canyon, with a stone statue exactly like the one in the palace standing in the middle.

And all the members of the Wu Yao tribe knelt down at the door of their cave, bowing their heads and not daring to move.

Wentian looked around and found that there were hundreds of soldiers guarding the square, surrounding them all in the center of the square.

"I invite the saint to perform the sacrificial ceremony!"

On a sacrificial altar on a staircase in the square, a middle-aged fog demon with a goatee waved a staff that looked like a wooden vine and shouted.

Longevity is boundless for the saint, great fortune descends from heaven, bless me, the mist demon!

Almost at the same time, all the Wu Yao people who were kneeling on the ground shouted this sentence in unison, echoing in the canyon.

A woman in a black robe with her hair coiled up and an extremely plain face jumped down from the palace in mid-air and landed on the sacrificial altar.

"Ask...Ask Ya?!!"

Even though he was a little far away, Nangong Wentian could still vaguely see the outline of this person, it was the appearance he remembered from growing up together.

Although the soul is different, but the memory is infallible, it is definitely Nangong Wenya.

He couldn't believe the facts in front of him. She, who was kind-hearted, wanted to kill all these hundreds of prisoners?
Wentian remained calm, planning to wait and see, he wanted to see what was going on.

"The sacrificial ceremony begins! Contribute the person whom the Wu Yao God likes, and may protect our Wu Yao clan's eternal peace!"

The old man named Wuyao shouted again, and a pile of stoves was set up under the altar, and the fire was burning.

"Bei Mingxue!"

Nangong Wentian couldn't bear it anymore when he watched the two soldiers holding the unconscious and dying girl falling from the palace.

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