Heir to the Celestial Master

Chapter 34 The White Tree
When the latest serial incident was stimulated, the line that seemed to have been hidden in Lan Weiwei's mind was pulled out.

She remembered the mountain god that the man with Han Qian's face had said, how could she not remember.

Lord Mountain God.

On a sunny afternoon, Lan Weiwei lazily waited for her mother to come back at the threshold.

The tip of her nose seemed to smell the fragrance of plum blossoms, and a layer of white silk cloth was covered in front of her eyes, and the cool cloth hung on her nose, Lan Weiwei giggled.

"Guess who I am."

"Master Mountain God."

"Ah, clever Weiwei."

His eyes were beautiful, with long eyelashes. When they drooped slightly, they seemed to be left with a trace of melancholy. Lan Weiwei, who was only ten years old at the time, said inexplicably, "Lord Mountain God, are you cold?"

"Cold..." He seemed to be recalling these words, with a dull and melancholy expression on his face.

"Why is it cold, silly Weiwei?"

Holding Lan Weiwei's palm, he quietly waited for the sunset to slowly end.

In the end, the mother did not come back, but he left.

It was like, every boring afternoon, she was a little bit looking forward to waiting for his appearance at that threshold.

After he left that time, he never came back.

Lan Weiwei suddenly felt a warm flow out of the corner of her eyes, and Lan Weiwei woke up suddenly.

But found that the body could not move.

His head was hanging down all the time, and when he raised his head suddenly, he realized that his neck was extremely stiff.

The night was completely dark, and bonfires lit with torches were lit everywhere, and the flames were soaring into the sky. Lan Weiwei was tied to a tree trunk alone in such an environment.

It was on the white tree trunk that she had always feared and hated.

The bark of the tree trunk is also incredibly soft, like smooth skin, but Lan Weiwei feels inexplicable goosebumps, especially when the skin on her back is close to the smooth and soft bark behind her , this feeling is even more terrifying.

She wanted to move, but she couldn't move at all, her hands were tied behind her back on the tree trunk, and her legs were twisted and fixed. She wanted to call out loudly, but when she saw the mountain temple in front of her that was placed on the long table by Shen Mingquan, it disappeared silently. sounded.

The mountain temple is still the same as when they entered the cave that day, but the layer of dust that fell on it has been carefully wiped off, but those old colors can never go back, and it still looks a little ridiculous and defeated.

Shen Mingquan bowed and bowed in front of the mountain temple, and placed the long incense in his hand respectfully in the ashes of the incense burner in front of the mountain temple.

Lan Weiwei noticed with sharp eyes that the incense didn't seem to be burning at all, it was like an indestructible incense, which was quite weird.

Sure enough, Shen Mingquan also showed a thoughtful expression, but under the condition that he sacrificed with blood, the long incense finally burned faintly.

The scent of Changxiang was a bit unpleasant, choking Lan Weiwei's eyes blurred, and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes.

When Shen Mingquan took out his long knife and walked towards her, Lan Weiwei felt his scalp go numb, what was he going to do.

Wasn't that enough after he'd just cut his own arm to sacrifice a bowl of blood.

Shen Mingquan looked at the reflection on the long knife suspiciously, squinted at Lan Weiwei, and walked straight to the room in the corner.

He pushed out a long table from inside.

When Lan Weiwei saw the people on the long table clearly, Lan Weiwei screamed: "Yin Jiani, you actually made Yin Jiani faint too, she is your girlfriend, do you have a conscience?"

Shen Mingquan raised his head to look at Lan Weiwei, walked up to her, the cold knife picked at her neck, only a few inches away, the long blade almost cut the inferior jugular artery, Lan Weiwei didn't dare to move anymore, for fear of causing anger Shen Mingquan.

Now the cloudiness in his eyes is getting worse and worse, the eyeballs that had always felt a little strange before finally fully appeared in front of Lan Weiwei, she was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

Those eyes were lifeless, even the monsters jumping around in the village were clearer than Shen Mingquan's eyes.

Shen Mingquan just opened these eyes, looking at Lan Weiwei who was close at hand, and the white and transparent glue was still flowing from his mouth.

Lan Weiwei's whole body seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water, and all the muscles in her body were swollen due to being too scared, like a piece of wood.

The night became more and more quiet. After Shen Mingquan examined her for a minute, the cloudiness in his eyes slowly receded. With an extremely tired voice, he said, "Where is the other bronze medal?"

Lan Weiwei was terrified, her teeth almost collided, what did she see just now, could it be.

Before she could figure it out, Shen Mingquan's heavy voice rang in her ears again, and he asked softly with the voice of crawling out of the pile of corpses deep underground: "Where is the bronze medal?"

"I...I don't know."

Lan Weiwei said with a strong cry at the end, she really didn't know, since he gave the bronze medal to Yu, he seemed to have disappeared from this village, until she was brought back by Shen Mingquan, she hadn't seen it yet. to his figure.

"do not know."

Shen Mingquan rubbed the center of his brows wearily, the long knife in his hand slowly slid down from Lan Weiwei's neck, where the cold blade crossed, there was a trace of blood, and blood seeped out.

Shen Mingquan looked at the blood, and the madness in his eyes became more intense. He licked the blade with his tongue, and his face was full of satisfaction.

Lan Weiwei couldn't bear it anymore, she screamed out, the sound was transmitted dozens of steps away, and it also carried the echo of the mountain, which stimulated her nerves even more.

Shen Ming didn't care about her screaming, and stopped the long knife on Lan Weiwei's wrist.

It seems to be measuring a suitable angle.

"What are you... going to do?"

The blood at the corner of Shen Mingquan's mouth was not wiped off, it was dripping downwards. It was the blood that Lan Weiwei had just scratched on his arm and shoulder with a long knife. He licked it and ran down the corner of his mouth. Wei.

"Miss Lan, if you tell me where the bronze medal is, I'll let you go, okay?" The final voice was ambiguous, like his voice coaxing Yin Jiani, sweet and seductive.

"I don't know...I really don't know, I don't know anything."

Shen Mingquan's eyes were full of crazy stubbornness, and he suddenly pressed down the long knife.

Lan Weiwei only felt a chill on his wrist. Looking down, he turned over the handle of the knife and cut the skin. The cut was not deep, but it seemed that he deliberately made Lan Weiwei suffer some flesh pain. He pulled from the wrist to the skin. There was a whole wound on the shoulder, blood was dripping from where the flesh rolled, and Lan Weiwei was about to twitch in pain.

"I don't know, then tell me when you know."

After Shen Mingquan put down these words, he didn't say another word.

Lan Weiwei's whole body twitched in pain, her eyes were blurred by tears, she gritted her teeth to prevent herself from passing out, if she really passed out, then one can imagine what would be waiting for her.

(End of this chapter)