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Chapter 153: Inciting the Spell of Autophagy

Haishi.

Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu appeared on the altar again, holding hands.

The big chieftain had been staying here the whole time and had not left. When he saw the two of them appear, and the unspoken atmosphere between them, he was very sure that this time Butterfly Valley could finally get back on track.

Nan Mo didn't hesitate and pierced the tip of her index finger.

A drop of blood also dripped into that special candlestick at this time.

The candle flame that had been burning on its own instantly went out, and then the special candlestick lit up with a fiery red flame, the red as bright as blood.

In an instant.

The entire altar was shaking due to the flickering candlelight, as if something was struggling underneath.

The chief toast waved his whisk and the other candles ignited spontaneously. The difference from before was that this time all the flames were bright red.

The vibration underground became more intense, but it only lasted for a moment. The violent shaking gradually subsided until there was no movement at all.

When Shen Hanyan was about to approach the altar, she suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and the roaring voice of the witch began to emerge in her mind.

She hurried to the altar and said, "That old man is back."

Before he finished speaking, he fell straight to the ground.

Fortunately, Gong Chenyu took a step forward, picked up the person, and placed him safely beside him.

Nan Mo came over quickly to take the dog's pulse, but couldn't find out anything. The scan showed the same thing as before, indicating a physical deficiency, and nothing else could be found.

The chief chief walked closer and took a look. "She is the one who was cursed."

Hearing the undoubted affirmative tone of the chieftain, Nan Mo met his gaze, "Chapter Chief, do you know why you suddenly fainted?"

"The evil spirits below are being purified. The witch has entered the valley. The purification effect produced at close range has triggered the witch's spell."

"What should I do?"

"No problem. The evil spirits have been completely purified. After the witch is reduced to ashes, she will wake up on her own."

Qing Yunzi, who suddenly appeared, asked in surprise, "What do you mean by purification? What do you mean by being reduced to ashes?"

The chief chieftain took a look without answering and went straight back to the altar, staring at the candlesticks to prevent any changes in the candlestick formation during purification.

"My dear disciple, you are finally back. I almost thought you ran away secretly."

Before Nan Mo could speak, he noticed Gong Chenyu next to him and immediately separated the two of them cautiously, "Where did this kid come from? I can tell at a glance that he has ill intentions towards my good disciple!"

Gong Chenyu knew that the person in front of him was the adopted master that Nan Mo mentioned, so he did not take Qing Yunzi's remarks seriously.

He said slowly, "Your good disciple's fiancé."

Qing Yunzi's eyes were full of surprise. He looked at the two of them and asked, "Is he really your fiancé?"

Gong Chenyu's peach blossom eyes instantly looked at Nan Mo. He didn't know whether Nan Mo would admit it, but he thought so.

Nan Mo saw his little action and chuckled helplessly. She raised her eyes to Qing Yunzi and said word by word in a firm tone, "My fiancé Gong Chenyu."

These seven words were as sweet as honey to Gong Chenyu's heart.

Qing Yunzi frowned and smacked his lips, "I was planning to introduce you to some of your senior brothers, but who knew that they would be taken advantage of by this kid."

Before the two could speak, Qing Yunzi said, "My dear disciple, are you sure he's the one? He looks a little old to me!"

As sweet as Gong Chenyu's heart just now was, as bitter it was at this moment. The fact that he was eight years older than Nan Mo was a hard flaw and an indisputable fact.

Unexpectedly, Nan Mo said, "He's only eight years old. He'll be more caring when he's older."

After she finished speaking, her phoenix eyes met Gong Chenyu's peach blossom eyes with a smile.

It only took a moment for the peach blossom eyes to change from bitterness at the beginning to full of affection at this moment.

Qing Yunzi shuddered, "Can you please stop being so affectionate? My old bones can't stand it!"

Then he turned around and came to the big chieftain and started chattering a lot.

Here, Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu clasped their fingers and walked towards the altar.

It was also at this time that Qing Yunzi learned from the Great Chieftain about the relationship between the evil spirits below and the witch.

He exclaimed, "I thought that as long as I cut off the connection with the formation, I could kill that old witch. It turns out that there are so many deep connections here."

The chieftain nodded and said, "Without your good disciple's blood, neither you nor I can even get close to the witch."

Qing Yunzi smiled awkwardly but politely, and at the same time secretly glanced at Nan Mo, and whispered, "My dear disciple, you probably don't remember what I said that I could help you kill the witch, right?"

"I really don't remember."

Qing Yunzi instantly breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment Nan Mo's voice came again, "But now that Master mentioned it, I remembered it again."

"Snapped!"

Under the surprised gazes of the three people, Qing Yunzi slapped himself in the face.

Then he leaped up the tree again and said, "My dear disciple, I will leave first. When you have free time, come to Chu State to play with me!"

The chief chieftain glanced at the swaying branches in the distance, "Brother Qingyun's biggest fear in this life is losing face in front of his disciple."

As he said this, he looked at Nan Mo, "Your master doesn't know anything about the witch's inheritance. When we needed to suppress this part of the inheritance, I only told him that I needed his help to seal it in order to control the witch. As for the rest, he didn't understand. That's why he swore in front of you that he could help you kill the witch."

Nan Mo's phoenix eyes were tinged with a faint smile, "I understand."

The chief chief nodded and said, "Except for the fact that your master doesn't know some of the secret techniques of various families, he is very capable and can be considered the best master in the world.

Of course, after the goddess's inheritance awakens, your master will naturally not be able to compare with you, but there are only a few goddesses in the world, or a few people with special abilities, most of them are ordinary people, and there are not many ordinary people in the world who can cultivate to the level of your master's skills."

After a pause, the chieftain continued, "I have said so much to you, young lady, because I want to tell you that it is not a loss for you to become Brother Qingyun's disciple. When you go to Chu State in the future, or meet other senior brothers and sisters, you will understand why I said it is not a loss."

At this moment, a heart-wrenching voice was heard.

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…”

The three turned around and saw that the witch, whose body was in a state of disarray, had arrived near the altar.

She was still wearing the green-faced, fang-toothed mask, but her body was festering, and every step she took felt like she was walking on a tightrope, and she could fall at any time.

She raised her hand tremblingly and pointed at Nan Mo, "You...you...it's actually you..."

The next moment, those sunken eyes fell on Shen Hanyan who was sleeping on the stone next to him, as if he had realized something instantly.

Then she took out the bronze mirror from her waist. This time, she didn't let the mirror face herself, but faced the mirror towards Shen Hanyan's body, muttering something.

The chieftain's pupils shrank, "Oh no, she is going to activate the spell of self-destruction."