Empress True Colors

Bad news always travels fast.

But in one night, the whole of Mengcheng knew what happened last night. Knowing that countless will-o'-the-wisps suddenly appeared in the palace last night, covering the entire palace; knowing that those will-o'-the-wisps drove people around, and two people were frightened to death; knowing that the old Wang saw those will-o'-the-wisps with his own eyes, and immediately fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

Rumors are wandering around the city at the speed of the wind. People who have been prepared have come to the teahouse and wine shop early, adding more details to the news, adding many ulterior motives or imaginary descriptions, and gradually distorting it into the version that some people want: The king killed his parents and children, and he committed bad things. God sensed and sent down punishment. Those will-o'-the-wisps are all ghosts buried in the ground of the palace and died under the hands of the old king. After destroying the entire palace, one can imagine how many lives the old king has killed in power for many years, how cruel and inhumane it is...

The version continued to circulate, and gradually it became that the old king killed his father, mother, son, daughter and all relatives, killed many heroes, and even those who died in the battle were assassinated by the old king who was afraid of people with great achievements. There are too many, the actions are too extreme, God sent down punishment, those ghosts buried in the ground came out from the ground to demand the old king's life, last night the ghost fire enveloped the city, one can imagine how many lives the old king killed...

If it is passed down slowly, the version will become that the old king has slaughtered countless cities. Last night's will-o'-the-wisp enveloped the whole Mongolia, and all the people of Mongolia are immersed in fear, because it indicates that the old king has gone crazy and stunned, causing the wrath of the heavens. , will bring even greater disasters to the entire Mongolian country. Otherwise, you can see why there is a torrential rain in Mengxi. That torrential rain will definitely cause floods, and that is God's punishment! Curse!

The scariest and easiest thing in this world is to spread rumors, things that have no source and basis, turn up and down, the person who tells it is as convincing as if he saw it with his own eyes, and the listener believes it when he sees the convincing appearance, and turns around Adding your own assumptions and conjectures to others, the final evolved version is far from the truth, and you don’t have to be responsible anyway.

So the final version is that the whole Great Wilderness is shrouded in will-o'-the-wisps, and the Mongolian Kingdom will suffer catastrophe because of the old king.

The poison of human words, the evil of human nature, the frivolity of people's hearts, and the thinness of human feelings are the most untestable things in the world.

Jing Hengbo naturally heard the rumor that was spreading fast.

"What kind of will-o'-the-wisp, that's white phosphorus." Jing Hengbo sneered, "White phosphorus can spontaneously ignite, and it's very light, and it will run with people. Of course it looks weird. As for what to do with so much white phosphorus..." She patted her head, "It looks like urine It can be extracted...I really don't know how to deceive so many people..."

However, these common senses that almost everyone knows in modern times are really few people in ancient times. The ancients respected ghosts and gods, and all phenomena that cannot be explained by personal knowledge are strange and mysterious in the eyes. Good at making use of this kind of psychology, playing tricks of gods, gods, ghosts and destiny.

But looking at Gong Yin and the others' expressions, there is nothing unexpected. It seems that others don't know that these knowledgeable people still understand the trick that can be pierced by lightly poking them.

"Isn't it just playing with Gods and ghosts? First create public opinion to put the king under criticism, shake the sanctity and stability of his royal power, and then create momentum to push yourself to the altar and become a new God. According to Zhong Hemin's aspirations, the next step is for him to go on stage and pretend to be a hero, right?" Jing Hengbo knocked on the table with his fingers, giggling, "Then treat him in the same way as he is!"

…

Rumors come out from the palace and spread among the people, and they will inevitably return to the court in the end.

Three days later, when a censor spoke out for the first time at the behest of King Ping to expose the "Woman's Fire in the palace", King Ping's subordinates immediately raised their voices, and the atmosphere suddenly became out of control. These Pingwang sects dug up the old scriptures of previous years, claiming that the current state affairs are in decline, there are disasters in the southwest, people's hearts are fluctuating, palace will-o'-the-wisps, all kinds of things, all of which are caused by the king's unvirtuous behavior and the punishment of heaven. You should imitate the sages and kings, sinning yourself and offering sacrifices to heaven.

As soon as this statement was brought up, there was a moment of silence in the courtroom. It was a great offense for a courtier to ask the emperor to sin against himself, but after the silence, rows of officials who came forward to plead guilty and expressed their approval filled the courtroom. At this time, King Ping's camp was all mobilized at this time, citing all the examples of the king's crimes in the history of Mongolia and even the wilderness, and using the facts and the "public opinion" at the moment to urge the old king to agree to their request.

The King of Mongolia sat softly on the throne. In a few days, he seemed to have aged a lot. The light in his eyes trembled like a candle in the wind and seemed to be extinguished at any time. Looking at the dark mass of human heads below him, a flash of light flashed across his eyes. sorrow.

After a long period of silence, all the people holding their hearts finally heard the king's will: according to the previous precedent of King Yonglie of Mongolia, at the altar to worship the heavens, the king will read the imperial edict of sin and burn it to the sky, so that I ask God for forgiveness, and descend to the people to give me grace.

With a decree, all the officials praised, bowed their heads and said praises, unwilling to look at the sadness in Lao Wang's eyes.

Strike while the iron is hot, and the ministers immediately suggested to find the Qin Tianjian Supervisor and choose an auspicious day to worship the sky. Qin Tianjian was rushing to come, and after a long time of calculation, he proposed that three days later, the auspicious day would be suitable for everything, especially for offering sacrifices, and it was the best day that could not be changed.

Old Wang looked disheartened, and he agreed, said a few words hastily, and then retreated. Everyone shouted for gifts, and when I looked up at the old Wang's back, I felt more and more that the back was walking alone, bent and desolate.

King Ping didn't say a word in the court today, and he looked like he was staying out of it. At this moment, he got up from the ground, his eyes and Qin Tianjian were in touch, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his lips.

All is ready except for the opportunity!

…

Jing Hengbo also heard about what happened in the court at this time, and couldn't help scolding Queen Ping for a while, and then sighed for the king of Mongolia. Very powerful, it is really rare to be mixed up to the level of the king of Mongolia.

Three days later, the so-called sacrifice to heaven must be a critical moment for King Ping to launch. It's just how he plans to launch it? Send troops? If he sent troops, Jing Hengbo felt that he could at most keep the old king and his young son alive. If he really wanted to regain the throne from King Ping, who had nearly all the military power in Mengcheng, the old king couldn't do it, let alone her, an outsider.

Listening to Jing Hengbo muttering to himself, Gong Yin said casually: "People in the world have many traces to follow, and they will adopt the way they are used to."

Gong Yin doesn't talk much, but he has always spoken sharply. As the ruler of the Great Desolation for many years, he has a good grasp of the political situation and people's hearts. Jing Hengbo knew that he would never talk nonsense. At this moment, he thought about it quietly and immediately understood.

King Ping will not rebel.

A person's style of doing things will not change. After playing the role of a virtuous king for many years, he is used to doing things in a soft and secret way. People like King Ping prefer to use people's hearts.

The Ji family did not dare to act rashly because their daughter was trapped in the Meng family. King Ping was taken back from the command of the Gaoshan Army. They are all gone. King Ping can be regarded as the only prince who can inherit the great power. All the officials in the court fully support King Ping, and they may not all be bought by him. It is more because there is no choice and King Ping is famous. He probably wouldn't want to use force to march into the royal palace, but instead destroy his rightful status and reputation as a sage, attracting opposition from loyal veterans, the loss outweighs the gain.

Then it is still the same as the will-o’-the-wisp incident, using human words, using the destiny, using the will of God, and using the reasons of the gods and gods to make the people more convincing, remove the old king and the younger brother, remove all variable factors, and ascend the throne in advance.

"Play this trick." Jing Hengbo laughed happily, "I'm the best at it."

But what's the difference after three days? Jing Hengbo felt that this day was definitely not for nothing.

Gong Yin glanced at the sky outside and said, "There should be heavy rain in three days."

Jing Hengbo looked up at the blue sky and white clouds outside, and stared at him in surprise—no way? Except for departments like Qin Tianjian, which can calculate the weather and astrology in various ways, there are others who can look at the weather, but generally at most half a day in advance, how can it be judged that it will rain in three days before three days? Not the weather forecast.

Judging by the color of the sky and the sun, she felt that it would not rain for half a month.

She stared at Gong Yin, and suddenly found that Gong Yin's complexion was not very good, it seemed to be black and blue, but Gong Yin suddenly felt that he had talked too much, got up and said, "I'll show you if Yongxue's porridge is ready."

Jing Hengbo stared at his back, hey, what does this guy seem to be running away from?

She touched her belly, her belly has not bulged for more than four months, and there is not much change after pregnancy, only her appetite is lighter, and she prefers to eat porridge. Because of this, Yongxue and Yeluqi often change their tricks for her like a competition Cook all kinds of porridge, hoping that this change will not be discovered by him.

She went out to bask in the sun for a while to replenish calcium, facing the sun and thinking about the rainstorm three days later, raised her eyes to look at the palace wall not far away, she has now moved from the post house to the Wanguo Pavilion near the king city, this is Lao Wang In order to make up for the proposal made by the "injured Princess Ji", naturally no one blocked it. This location is very close to the royal city, and you can see the eaves of Prince Ping's mansion and the tallest tower in the palace.

When she came back after a while, there was already a bowl of porridge on the table, which looked different from the usual porridge cooked by Yongxue. Gong Yin sat by the porridge and stared at her. Jing Hengbo was still thinking about what would happen three days later, so he casually took a sip and said casually, "It's too sweet."

She is a little strange, Yongxue is very good at cooking and knows her taste, how could she make such a mistake?

After taking another sip, she tasted a little weird taste, and she said "ah", "There are mushrooms!"

After she was pregnant, she didn't like to eat shiitake mushrooms very much. She felt that it smelled strange, and subconsciously wanted to spit it out, but suddenly stopped.

There seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere...

Lifting her eyes quietly, she saw that Gong Yin had already turned her eyes away, and could only see his profile, expressionless.

Jing Hengbo rolled his eyes, and suddenly saw Yongxue passing under the window, and gestured to her lightly.

Jing Hengbo turned his eyes and saw the small stove under the corridor. Yongxue likes to cook porridge slowly, and often uses this small red clay stove. She is good at cooking. When making porridge, she pays attention not only to porridge, but also utensils and charcoal. For example, charcoal is a kind of silver charcoal that is particularly resistant to burning. It is not easy to extinguish and can be cooked slowly for a long time. It is most suitable for cooking porridge.

The only disadvantage of this kind of silver charcoal is that it is dusty and extremely fine. If it is kept in front of the stove for a long time, it is easy to stick to the skin, and it cannot be wiped clean for a while, so it has to be washed with soap.

Jing Hengbo turned his gaze back to Gong Yin, and saw a faint trace of gray on his neck.

The first thing Jing Hengbo did was to swallow the shiitake mushrooms with a thud, and praised loudly: "There are shiitake mushrooms! I like it the most!"

He lowered his head and took another mouthful of porridge, tasted it for a while, and said joyfully: "Yongxue girl, the rock sugar is not evenly placed, the sweetness of the just now is just right, better than the previous few days, fragrant!"

He pretended to be dressed and called out, "Yongxue, the porridge is well cooked, how can I reward you?"

Yongxue outside said with a smile: "I prepared it last night. I carefully washed all the materials three times. I stayed up all night with the prescription. I got up and looked at it several times during the night. Just for this, Your Majesty has to reward me." OK."

Jing Hengbo smiled at her, Yongxue has never been a talkative person, what these words refer to, she knows very well, and she is in a good mood at the moment, and said generously: "Look at the latest product of the Beauty Hall Take whatever you like, if you like, Dige's Hall of Beauty will also be played for you in the future."

Yong Xue responded with a smile, walked away from under the window, and closed the window considerately for her. Jing Hengbo lowered his head to eat the porridge, and tried to drink it so that it tasted delicious, while trying to clear his throat—it was indeed too sweet, so sweet that she was afraid that she would be speechless after drinking this bowl of porridge .

After taking a few bites, he covered the bowl with one hand, and Gong Yin's voice was clear, "Don't eat."

Jing Hengbo raised his face, with a few grains of rice still on his face, and he looked like he was devoting himself to eating, but he really didn't dare to speak, for fear that if he opened his mouth, his voice would be ruined.

But now it seems that it's over, because Gong Yin looked at her with complex eyes, a little helpless, a little joy, a little relief, and a little anger, but that anger was obviously not directed at her.

He reached out, wiped off the sticky rice grains on her face, and took her bowl, Jing Hengbo couldn't react as he watched him pick up the bowl, watched him take a sip, watched him frown, Watched him and sighed.

After a while, Jing Hengbo finally realized - he ate her leftovers?

He ate her leftovers?

It felt even more frightening to her than Dahuang being unified by the cloaked man suddenly.

Gong Yin's obsession with cleanliness and self-control is ten thousand times stronger than her obsession with cleanliness, not to mention cannibalism. Under normal circumstances, she would not stand in a disadvantaged position, let alone approach anyone casually.

She still clearly remembers how he detested the things she touched when she fell into the forest with him.

Seeing him eating so naturally at this moment, countless light little bubbles flew out of her heart, each bubble was called joy, and each bubble was sweeter than this porridge. The whole person seems to be carried by these bubbles and fly into the soft clouds.

Not flattered, but moved by his naturalness at this moment, she knew that he must not have any thoughts at this moment, she knew that this kind of nature was only for her, she knew that this kind of nature represented deep down in his heart, and he regarded her as one of himself.

He is so obsessed with cleanliness, he hates cooking more than anything else, but he is willing to endure the smoke and fire for her, and taste what she tastes.

No matter how much alienation and rejection there is on the outside, it is covered under the natural actions of the heart.

Gong Yin only took a bite, then sighed, put the bowl away, and murmured: "Talent!"

Jing Hengbo laughed out loud.

Hearing such words from his mouth is really...cute.

Dare to cook porridge, not out of whim, but out of jealousy.

Want to suppress Yeluqi in cooking? Jing Hengbo felt that he had to accept his fate.

Gong Yin was still staring at his porridge in a daze, as if he was seriously thinking about how to improve his cooking skills and make up for his only shortcoming. Jing Hengbo looked at it, only feeling soft, those bubbles flew up, and in the sunlight Dazzling in a blur.

She suddenly leaned over and hugged his neck. Before Gong Yin could turn her head, the tip of her tongue was already gently licking his neck.

Gong Yin was stiff for a moment, and then he put his arms around her waist, wanting to put her on his knees, but Jing Hengbo twisted his waist and refused, and when she twisted, Gong Yin felt that his arms and shoulders were being pressed softly. The parts rubbed against each other, the waves stroked, and there was no taste. He looked down and did not move, but felt itchy on his neck again. This little fairy was slowly licking his neck, and the tip of his tongue was slowly licking. Drag it over, wipe it long and playfully, as if writing the word "one" with the tip of your tongue, the neck is slightly wet and itchy, those fine nerves and blood vessels seem to be awakened by the scented kiss, from the throat Going down, boiling and rippling, the skin gradually tensed up, I don't know if it was moistened by her breath, or because the body and heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and even the body slowly tensed up, I heard her giggling in my ears, While still licking his neck over and over again, as if falling in love with that place, lingering endlessly, but slowly reaching into his lapel.

His body stiffened again, Jing Hengbo through his obscene clothes, twirling lightly and slowly picking, his fingertips flicked back and forth like a bird, the tip of his tongue brushed back and forth on his neck, Gong Yin's eyes fell on the stove outside the window, and then After realizing it, the Fairy Queen used her tongue to lick the ashes on his neck...

In other words, no one can hide from anyone.

The corners of his lips curled, he turned his head, and rubbed her lips. He is also a very particular person, and he eats ashes so deliciously...

After licking and licking, he touched it, and fell down when he touched it. There were two people crowded in the wide armchair where Gong Yin was sitting. Jing Hengbo rubbed and rubbed in like a small animal. The table was occupied by someone. Knees pressed against it, shaking slightly, but the porridge surface has solidified, snow-white, shining with luster, like a round mirror, reflecting the blooming flowers in the last season outside the window, and the woman's affectionate and moist eyes .

Gradually there was a bit of panting, but before the panting sounded completely, there was a loud "bang", and there was a lot of rattling outside, as if something had slapped on the window paper.

The room was quiet, and after a while, Jing Hengbo's grunt sounded, "This chair is too weak, is it pressed?"

After being quiet again, Gong Yin's slightly unsteady voice sounded, "Are you too impatient?"

"Go to hell!" Jing Hengbo cursed, there was a creaking sound in the room, apparently a certain piece of furniture was scrapped, and then someone's obviously dissatisfied voice sounded coldly, "Who is outside?"

There was silence outside the room again, and after a while, the window was opened, Er Gouzi ejected in at a speed that he could not achieve, with his wings spread straight, his posture was like a girl who was about to offer an altar.

Behind it, Feifei's big tail flicked past and disappeared.

Obviously, the weak bird was kicked in by the strong cat as a target.

In the blink of an eye, Er Gouzi flew out in the same posture, and after a while, Jing Hengbo came out calmly, stood on the porch, brushed his hair, looked at the sunny sky, and looked at the people walking around in the yard as if nothing had happened , muttered: "Well, it's going to rain..."

Yeluqi carried a bowl of porridge that was freshly baked, full of color and aroma, and filled the yard with a fragrance, and walked over from under the window.

Pei Shu sat on the tree in the yard, snorted coldly, and scolded: "The adulterer!"

…

The past two days have been very restless in Mengcheng.

Everyone knows about offering sacrifices to heaven and sinning themselves. For the common people, this is an irrelevant act of the emperor. It is probably to calm down the rumors that are raging these days. For courtiers who are neutral and believe in heaven, they sincerely hope that This sacrifice to heaven can be forgiven by the heavens, and the unrest in Mengcheng can be calmed down; for some ambitious people, they are waiting and believe that the beginning of this sacrifice to heaven is the new beginning of a dynasty.

Standing under the eaves of the corridor, Jing Hengbo frowned, sniffing the unpleasant smell coming from the front yard. She has received an invitation to worship the heavens tomorrow, and envoys from several countries have arrived in Mengcheng to celebrate the old king’s birthday. There are also envoys from the Liuli Department, Yi Guo, and Shen Tie living in the Wan Guo Pavilion, all of whom have received invitations to watch the ceremony . Of course, Ji Guo will not send any more people here. Ji Min, who is about to be canonized as the queen's daughter, can still cooperate with this.

Jing Hengbo looked at the still bright sky above his head, and really found it hard to believe that there would be a heavy rain tomorrow, and then she saw Tianqi, walking past her with a slightly curt step.

"What's wrong with your leg?" She asked casually.

Tian Qi patted his knee and said: "This leg was broken when I was climbing a mountain when I was young, and then it became a cold leg. It must be a cloudy day." He said and looked up at the sky, "Tomorrow, it will definitely rain, heavy rain .”

Jing Hengbo watched him limping past, then looked back at Gong Yin's room, and his heart suddenly moved.

Tianqi's injured leg predicted the arrival of the rainstorm one day in advance, but Gong Yin knew it would rain three days ago.

why is that?

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The night was deep.

King Ping stood on the tall building of the mansion, looking up at the sky, tonight is not a night with a bright moon and few stars, and a gloomy atmosphere that is about to rain can be faintly felt on the other side of the sky.

King Ping was very satisfied with this, and Qin Tian's monitoring of the weather turned out to be accurate.

He was holding a small bottle in his hand, the kind that Jing Hengbo sold, and he presented this gift to him, so the Third Master Hei, whom he trusted even more, stood beside him, this man was still wearing a black robe Fortunately, King Ping didn't mind too much, he felt that people in the world were all kinds of strange people, and he should be tolerant to show that he was a virtuous corporal. I'm used to acting as a virtuous king, most of the time his behavior pattern looks really virtuous.

Ping Wang sniffed the unique smell in the bottle, and asked Hei San casually, "Are you ready?"

"Your Highness, don't worry."

"It's raining so hard," King Ping was a little worried, "it's going to be wiped out..."

"The day before yesterday, Qin Tianjian went to the altar to renovate it on the grounds of preparing for the sacrifice to heaven, so that the rain would not get under it." Hei San said calmly, "The rest of the place has also been arranged."

"Won't something go wrong?"

"No." Hei San said, "There is only one thing to worry about. If the legendary queen is here, with her ability, it may cause changes."

"No." King Ping said reassuringly, "You also know the result of the test of King Ji's daughter in the mansion that day. I guess, it's probably because the Meng Mansion knew the news that Meng Hu was under house arrest, so they acted first and joined forces with the envoys of the State of Ji. The team ruined my plan and took Jixianger away to let me cast a mouse. You know that the Meng family has always been neutral and doesn't like to get involved in the political struggle, so they just took away Jixiang as a warning, and didn't make any demands. If it is true The queen is the queen, how can I let go of this opportunity to blackmail the Ji family and me with auspiciousness? More importantly, the imperial court has received a letter from Ji Guo and asked it to be handed over to the envoy team. Our people peeked at the content, The Queen of Ji State asked the envoy team to go to Shang State to find a famous medicine after the birthday celebration of Meng State. So this envoy team is real. In addition, the Deputy Minister of Rites has already gone to Tianwu County to welcome Queen Luanjia , it will take about three or four days to arrive, can she still fly here with wings and ruin my good deed?"

"That's it," Third Master Hei said jokingly, "When they arrive, you will be the one who will lead all the officials to welcome them."

King Ping was in a very happy mood, and he laughed haha. In the laughter, a few thick black clouds in the sky approached again.

…

Because the altar will be held tomorrow to sacrifice oneself to heaven, the altar will be under martial law two nights in advance. After the Qin Tianjian inspected the inside and outside of the altar, the Habayashi Army and the Bingma Division jointly sealed off the altar. There are a total of 10,000 troops. Driving into this area within a radius of less than three miles, there is almost no gap between people, and standing upright with knives and guns can form a steel wall that cannot be splashed by water.

The closer the date of offering sacrifices to heaven, the more tense the atmosphere. The soldiers received orders to die—not even a fly could fly into the altar before offering sacrifices to heaven! If there is any abnormality, one person will kill the small team, and one team will kill the whole army! So let alone slacking off, everyone dare not even blink. I was afraid that if I closed my eyes and opened them again, a fly would fly in and my head would fall to the ground.

Under the wide-eyed gaze of all the people, it is very difficult for a fairy with wings to enter the altar without being noticed.

So King Ping was very relieved and went to bed very early. He needed a good night's sleep so that he could perform energetically tomorrow.

The sky was getting darker and darker, because of the rain, the air pressure was very low, and the crowds in front of the altar made the air even more oppressive. The soldiers stared at the dark sky above their heads, and the snow-white altar under the sky, which made their eyes sour. They all felt tense, and their breathing became involuntarily rapid.

The tense atmosphere is contagious, and excessive pressure can lead to various abnormalities. Gradually, some people feel overwhelmed, look around in relief, and then suddenly someone utters a loud "uh".

This "uh" was actually more like an exclamation, but it was suppressed by the party under the tremendous pressure of the atmosphere.

However, it was unbearable after all, and more people saw it.

"The will-o'-the-wisp! The will-o'-the-wisp has appeared again!"

Someone yelled, and in the terrified pupils, groups of pale Yin fires were absorbed—in the woods on both sides of the altar, countless ghost fire groups suddenly floated out, wandering slowly, and attacked the army.

There have been horror exaggerations of the will-o’-the-wisp incident in the palace a few days ago. Seeing the will-o’-the-wisps here now, the pressure on the soldiers can be imagined. However, there are more than a dozen groups of green and white, but as long as this appears here at this moment, it will be a huge deterrent to the mind.

Although the soldiers hadn't moved yet, many of them stared at the will-o'-the-wisp with wide-eyed eyes, sweat rolling down their foreheads.

The generals sounded slightly flustered but kept calm, sternly commanding a team to enter the forest to check, a group of well-armored soldiers rushed into the forest, but this made the will-o'-the-wisps float and sink more chaotically and faster, this thing Walking one by one, unable to disperse them, from a distance it looks like ghost fires chasing soldiers all over the forest...

Everyone was captivated by fear, subconsciously staring at the woods and the will-o'-the-wisps in the woods. Faced with something fearful, people often forget to escape or react, and only know that their hearts are constricted and they stare straight at it...

So, when everyone was attracted by the will-o'-the-wisps in the woods, a black shadow suddenly flashed across the army and appeared on the altar, but no one saw it.

The shadow that appeared on the altar was very strange, as if it appeared there out of thin air, and the shadow circled around the altar extremely fast.

A general seemed to have noticed something, and was about to turn his face away when the sleeve of the figure on the altar moved and released a small beast, and then the figure disappeared for a moment. The general only caught a black shadow, thinking that he was dazzled after seeing the ghost fire.

The little beast was very small, its whole body was white, it was not conspicuous at all on the white altar, besides, no one was in the mood to pay attention to the altar at this time, so the little beast made a lot of movements digging and digging on the altar, and then Only then did he jump down from the altar and slip through the cracks in the human legs.

Some people also feel it, but everything they see at this moment will be thought to be the phantom of will-o'-the-wisps.

When everyone realized that there were not many will-o'-the-wisps, they gradually extinguished, and nothing happened around them, they gradually relaxed and returned their attention to the altar.

Some of the experienced generals looked at the woods where the will-o'-the-wisp appeared inexplicably, and then looked at the altar. Thinking of the black shadow they saw just now, a cloud of suspicion floated in their hearts.

If someone really tried to divert the tiger away from the mountain and someone tried to enter the altar just now, but nothing happened in such a short period of time, before so many people, then he wasted all his efforts, what exactly is he going to do?