diskusbooks Chapter 535 Miao Holy Son x Miao Priest 8
Chapter 535 Miao Holy Son x Miao Priest 8
Shen Juan stood inside the door and waved to Gu Yao, "Go."
Gu Yao lowered his eyes and looked away.
Chen Juan did not step out of the door.
The boy walked barefoot on the wet flagstones after the rain, the raindrops soaking the hem of his clothes, watching him walk away with lingering affection.
Only after Gu Yao's figure had completely disappeared did Shen Juan withdraw her gaze.
"What? After staying here for so many years, have you forgotten your hatred?"
"Shen Juan! Have you forgotten who you are?"
A figure emerged from the shadows beside Shen Juan and spoke softly.
Shen Juan rubbed her fingertips together, as if she had made up her mind, "I haven't forgotten!"
He looked up at the people behind him as if they were rats in a sewer.
"Shen Yu, the plan will be executed smoothly."
Shen Yu smiled, but his gaze seemed to see right through Shen Juan. "Shen Juan, my dear brother, don't forget how our parents and relatives died. We've been planning for so many years, and we were just one step away from success. Don't do anything foolish."
His eyes were deep and twisted.
The maple leaves on his shoulder felt faintly hot, and Chen Juan's heart trembled. He looked away, his voice muffled, "That's natural."
Shen Yu stared at Shen Juan for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"That's good."
"You'd better not disappoint me."
"When the festival begins, take the opportunity to join us."
After finishing his sentence, Shen Yu left in a hurry without waiting for Shen Juan's reply.
He gazed intently toward the altar.
Everyone gathered there, waiting to make a pilgrimage to their gods.
A holy son who has not appeared in Miao territory for a hundred years.
It is destined to change the entire landscape of the Miao region.
All the people from the five villages have gathered in the main village today.
Shen Juan knew that once this piece was placed, there was no going back.
He stood in front of the door for a long time, watching the sun hang high in the sky, and the sound of a lusheng (a traditional reed pipe instrument) rose in the distance.
The festival has begun.
Shen Juan could easily imagine the lively scene of singing and dancing that must be happening over there now.
The Lusheng dance, interspersed with the sounds of drums and tinkling silver ornaments, filled the entire main village with a joyful atmosphere.
Shen Juan felt a chill in her heart.
The music in the distance gradually stopped, and the noise of the crowd also faded away.
But for some reason, Shen Juan felt that the music ended exceptionally quickly today.
Shen Juan knew that this was the climax of the festival, the worship of the mountain god.
They will head towards the mountains.
And the mountains are never short of poisonous insects and snakes.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally lifted his stiff legs and walked out of the courtyard gate.
There are two roads in front of the gate: one leads to the center of the main village, and the other leads to the outside of the main village.
Shen Juan gritted her teeth and ran wildly toward the first road.
He wanted to save people.
Even if this place is filthy.
The children he raised were always clean.
But Shen Juan arrived a step too late.
The messy footprints had already followed the mountain path where they usually worshipped the mountain god.
Can not be done.
Chen Juan stumbled and ran toward the only bluestone path, climbing the stone steps. A chilly autumn wind made him shiver, and his chest began to ache from the sudden change in air.
But Chen Juan didn't want to stop.
What usually takes half an hour to walk, today took only a moment for Chen Juan to reach the statue of the mountain god.
The surrounding trees were dense, and the dying cicadas' chirping was noisy and annoying. The birdsong mixed with the chirping of insects made Shen Juan's heart grow colder and colder.
He looked around, searching, but found nothing...
The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if he were the only person left in the world.
A sense of powerless despair washed over me.
The terrifying suspicion in my mind gradually amplified in the silent wind.
This speculation was completely confirmed when Shen Juan faced Shen Yu and the army behind him.
Shen Yu looked at the stunned Shen Juan and the empty mountain god altar, then suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Shen Juan by the collar.
"A deep affection!"
"Where did they go?"
Shen Yu's question seemed to tear open Shen Juan's inner panic. His eyes were lifeless as he shook his head, "I don't know."
"I do not know."
Shen Yu knocked the man down with a single punch, and a rain of punches fell on Shen Juan.
Shen Juan was completely unaware of this; even while crawling, he was trying his best to crawl out.
He was going to find A-Yao.
His Ah Yao...
Seeing Shen Juan's half-dead state, Shen Yu realized something was wrong and quickly pulled her up from the ground.
"Shen Juan! What exactly did you do?"
The roar exploded in Shen Juan's ears, but Shen Juan remained silent.
Shen Yu was furious and wanted to punch his younger brother again, but then he heard a faint rustling sound coming from the bushes.
That was the sound of a snake dragging its body through the grass.
Moreover, there was more than one.
They were densely packed, like ten thousand snakes unleashed.
Makes your scalp numb.
Ignoring Shen Juan, Shen Yu shoved her aside and roared at the crowd behind him, "Quick! Sprinkle the realgar powder on!"
Shen Juan lay on the ground, blood streaming down his forehead and obscuring his vision. Something slippery wrapped around his wrist. Shen Juan's eyes were vaguely focused. Ci Lin was watching him worriedly, flicking his tongue.
He seemed to suddenly have strength and struggled to get up from the ground.
"Cilin, where is Ayao?"
The little snake's golden vertical pupils flashed, and it slid down Shen Juan's wrist, disappearing into a clump of grass.
Shen Juan staggered and followed.
Shen Yu was confronting a group of snakes with his men when he saw Shen Juan run away alone. He cursed her as an idiot.
The snakes that had been eyeing them menacingly retreated like a receding tide.
Shen Juan's figure had almost disappeared into the grass.
Shen Yu really didn't want to deal with this fool who had ruined their grand plan of many years.
But no matter what, Shen Juan was still his younger brother.
They were his last remaining relatives in this world.
He gritted his teeth and led his men to follow.
As Chen Juan weaved through the tangled and dense grass, countless tiny cuts appeared on her body from the sharp blades, causing both pain and itching.
But right now, Chen Juan can't worry about that.
He followed Ci Lin, running wildly forward.
He couldn't tell which way to go, but he knew that Cilin would lead him to his Ayao.
Ah Yao... wait for him.
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