With the passage of time, the canopy of the Saga tree slowly emerged from the night, and finally became clear.

The night passed quickly.

early morning.

The daylight is gentle, and the ginkgo is brilliant, swaying with the wind.

Among the yellow leaves flying in the sky, a figure hurried in, walked quickly across the courtyard and walked into the bedroom.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Just after turning the screen, Pei Ling couldn't restrain a violent cough. He immediately took off the mask on his face, and a little bit of blood was oozing out of the corner of his mouth.

Staggering a few steps, sitting down with the table, there is a heart-piercing cough that almost coughs up all the internal organs, "cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

After a while, Pei Ling lay weakly on the table, the front of the front, the tabletop, the ground...the marks were mottled, all of which were blood stains he coughed up.

Peiling took a deep breath, and after regaining some strength, he didn't have time to think about it. He hurriedly supported his body and walked to the bed. Before taking off the dirt-stained robe, he lay down.

Almost the moment he lay down, sleepiness and exhaustion seemed to be surging, and he fell asleep instantly.

I don't know when the replaced palace lantern was burning quietly, and the pulsating candlelight glowed with a vague brilliance, reflecting the dim yellow of the room.

It seemed that after a long time, outside the door, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Bang bang bang."

Pei Ling woke up suddenly, he immediately picked up the mask in his hand, as long as there was an accident, he would immediately put it on his face.

Staring at the screen blocking the door, Peiling asked in a deep voice: "Who?"

"Master." A respectful voice came from outside the door, "Master wants you to go to the ancestral hall now."

Ancestral hall?

Sacrifice!

Pei Ling immediately realized something and quickly replied: "I know."

At this time, he felt that his body had recovered, so he turned over and sat up on the bed, put his shoes on, and walked to the cage not far away.

Soon, Pei Ling put on a thick and clean robe, then stuffed the mask into his arms, tidyed up the crown, and then opened the door.

The square-faced guard stood by the corridor, and when he saw the young master coming out, he immediately bowed and said, "Master, please come down with you."

Peiling raised her head and looked at the sky. At this moment, the shadow of the sun slanted west, and the last remaining glow of the setting sun coated the ginkgo in the courtyard with a bleak splendor.

Night is about to fall again.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

The guard was leading the way, and Pei Ling followed closely behind.

The two of them walked through the courtyards of many houses, and finally walked into an exceptionally solemn courtyard gate, and they saw a vast courtyard.

The yard is neatly paved with blue bricks, and an ancient pine tree with a covered canopy covers most of the yard. The entire yard is filled with the peculiar bitter aroma of pine needles.

The cold wind blew by, and the pine waves became more and more quiet and cold.

Amidst the pine branches, there is a tall building on the top of the mountain with double eaves. Zhuzhuyulan, auspicious beasts guarding the gate, under the eaves, a row of iron horses, gently swaying, swaying silently, is a common ancestral temple regulation.

At this time, the sky was already dim.

The guard stopped in front of the ancestral hall and respectfully told: "Master, this is the ancestral hall."

"Master is already waiting for you inside."

Pei Ling nodded slightly and said, "You can withdraw."

The guard bowed and said: "Yes!"

Watching him leave, Pei Ling wandered around, a yin wind hit, and he couldn't help but cough again in the sound of Song Tao: "Cough, cough, cough..."

After working hard to adjust his breathing and temporarily stopping his coughing, he continued to move towards the ancestral hall.

The gate of the ancestral hall is now hidden.

"Squeak."

Peiling pushed it away with only a light force.

Inside the ancestral hall, there are carved beams and painted towers, colorful algae plate pillars, surrounded by green trees, and on the two side walls, there are painted scenes of Yunxingxiawei and Yuediyun Steps.

The first piece of gold-wired nanmu openwork with a raised head and a high rolling moiré pattern set a pair of melon-style palace lanterns with blue gauze. In the lampshade, the candle was always bright, illuminating the shiny bead curtain after the case.

The bead curtain seemed extremely heavy, and even if the night wind took the opportunity to invade the ancestral hall, it still remained motionless.

The elders of the Xiao family, Xiao Shou, "Yu" and the pink bride have all arrived.

Xiao Shou stood with his sleeves close, with a solemn expression. He noticed Pei Ling's arrival, but he never looked back. He still kept his head down slightly, standing by before filing the case.

Behind him, "Yu" and the bride in pink stood on the left and the other right. On the side of "Yu", a guard was tied to Wuhuada, his eyes closed and his head drooping, but he was in a coma and was unconscious. .

And beside the skirt of the pink bride, there is a box.

In the incense burner not far away, a stick of incense was lit, and it was burned to the end.

"boom!"

The door closed automatically without wind.

Xiao Shou then turned his head, looked at Peiling, and then faintly said: "The faceless immortal, the mana is boundless, bless me Xiao family, Fu Zuo stretches."

"Tonight, it is the time for my Xiao family to offer sacrifices to the faceless immortal."

"This is also the last sacrifice."

"After this sacrifice, my Xiao family's wish can be fulfilled immediately!"

Xiao's wish...

Hearing this, Pei Ling frowned. From the memory of the maid, he knew the probable reason for the Xiao Family's sacrifice to the Faceless Immortal, but he still didn't know exactly what the Xiao Family's wish was.

However, in this situation, he can't directly ask questions either.

After all, if the real Xiao Zheng is here, it is impossible not to know this kind of problem.

As his mind turned, he looked at the pink bride and "Yu", seeing that there was no response from these two, he also chose to remain silent.

Xiao Shou went on to say, "Meng'er will be the first sacrifice, and Xiang'e will be the second. As for Zheng'er, he will be the third."

"Okay, come up with me."

"Worship the faceless immortal!"

After speaking, Xiao Shou raised the corner of his robe and knelt in front of the bead curtain.

"Yu" did not hesitate at all, and immediately fell on his knees, bowing to the one behind the bead curtain.

The same goes for the pink bride.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling also acted cautiously.

The four of them knelt on the ground, and the entire ancestral hall fell into silence and silence.

In the confession, the beads of the bead curtain exudes a soft and shiny luster, and the palace lanterns reflect each other, and there is a strange feeling in the sight.

The incense in the incense burner was burning quietly, and after a while, the last piece of incense ash fell.

The incense extinguished.

At the same time, the entire ancestral hall suddenly dimmed.

The sky at dusk has completely ended, and the night has fallen!

The bead curtain above the confession opened slowly, revealing a faceless idol.

It seemed to be a man in commoner clothes, stepping on mans shoes, sitting with sleeves curled up, his face was empty and there was nothing.

As his figure was revealed, in the ancestral hall, the yin spirit was full, like an ice cellar in an instant!

Peiling's complexion changed slightly, and she immediately raised her head to look at the idol, only to see this idol, which was generally the same as the one he had encountered on Tianwai Island.

A strong heart palpitations instantly grabbed his entire body.

An uncontrollable heartbeat is coming like a tide, as if there is a great horror, a catastrophe, and it is about to come!

This is the idol of "curse"!

Peiling was shocked suddenly.

At this moment, Xiao Shou solemnly ordered: "Shangxiang!"

After speaking, he stood up from the ground, walked to a small table hidden beside Zhu Zhu, took the incense, turned around, and gave incense to the statue.

The brown incense was inserted into the incense burner in front of the idol, and the green smoke curled up and drifted towards the idol. A line of small characters formed by the smoke clearly appeared in the void above the incense: "Xiao Shou."