At dawn, portraits of Mo Qing were posted all over Henan Prefecture, and the inn where they were staying was ransacked from top to bottom.
On the outskirts of the city, beside a notice board.
"They really want to sacrifice Brother Six to the gods!" Yaohua angrily tore down the notice. The red ribbon on her head fluttered slightly.
"Fortunately, we made preparations in advance," Yaohua said with relief as she glanced at the divine envoys searching everywhere outside. "By the way, Brother Six, how did you get captured by them yesterday?"
"I shouldn't have been caught," Mo Qing sighed. "But just as I sensed something was wrong and was about to run, I felt a sharp pain on my face, and suddenly I couldn't use my spiritual power."
He frowned in distress. "It was as if something had suppressed my spiritual power. I couldn't muster any strength at all."
"This is really strange," Yaohua said, biting her finger. "Why did your face hurt? Did someone hide and slap you?"
Mo Qing shook his head. "No, it was a fine, stabbing pain."
"Stabbing a voodoo doll?" Yaohua blurted out subconsciously, but then thought it was rather funny. How could the voodoo dolls in the storybooks have such an effect?
If they did, the Three Realms would have been in chaos long ago.
As they were talking, a whimper suddenly came from not far away.
They looked in the direction of the sound and saw two familiar faces.
Yaohua was stunned. She had clearly told the old man not to go out casually. Why were they here?
Just as she was thinking, she heard the little girl sobbing with her face covered. "Last night, the Phoenix God clearly said that the Moon God is a false god. Grandpa, why do you still want me to be the sacrifice?"
"The crops in the fields have withered. My dear girl, Grandpa doesn't want to part with you either, but the people of Henan Prefecture need to eat!"
"Why should it be me?"
The old man was helpless and shed silent tears.
After roughly understanding why they were here, the master and disciple revealed themselves.
Yaohua walked up to the grandfather and granddaughter. "Uncle, Miss, why aren't you staying at home?"
When the old man saw her, his eyes lit up immediately. "Immortal, it's you!" But then he smiled bitterly. "We listened to you and worshiped the God Chongming at home. Everything was fine until last night. But this morning, those divine envoys suddenly kicked open our door and told us to send Nannan here today. Otherwise, our whole family would be sent to the sacrificial altar."
There was a trace of Yaohua's spiritual power hidden on the statue of the master. Logically speaking, as long as they stayed at home, no one would remember them. And those divine envoys had low spiritual power and couldn't resist the spiritual power she had cast. But why did those divine envoys still remember this young girl?
"It's all my fault," the old man said, raising his hand and slapping himself hard. Then he wanted to slap himself again.
Yaohua was startled and quickly grabbed his hand. "Uncle, why are you hitting yourself?"
"Back then, the little immortal told me not to worship the false god anymore. But I thought that the crops in the fields still needed the protection of the Moon God, so I still worshiped the statue in the main hall..."
Yaohua was speechless. No wonder the statue she had given didn't work! The false god was still being worshiped in their home!
"Maybe... I can replace Miss as the sacrifice," Yaohua said without hesitation.
As soon as she said this, Chongming frowned slightly.
Yaohua didn't notice. The more she thought about it, the more feasible this idea seemed.
"This won't do!" the old man was shocked. "This matter has nothing to do with you. How can we let the little immortal die in Nannan's place?"
"I didn't explain clearly to you before, which led to this situation," Yaohua said, showing a sad expression appropriately. "I originally wanted to repay you for your kindness. Please don't decline."
The old man declined a few more times, but he couldn't resist Yaohua's persuasion and finally reluctantly agreed.
"When you go back later, Uncle, please throw away the false statue. Remember not to leave the yard after you go back tonight."
After seeing off the grandfather and granddaughter, Mo Qing immediately revealed himself. Just now, he had wanted to stop his sister, but Rong Chu had stopped him from coming out, which almost made him vomit blood in anger.
"Sister, why do you want to replace her as the sacrifice? You don't know how miserable I was tortured last night!"
"Who said I really want to be the sacrifice?" Yaohua tilted her lips. Her bright eyes were as cute as they were sly. "Master taught me the art of paper puppetry. It's so useful. Why should I go in person?"
Tonight, she would make a paper puppet to take the place of the sacrifice. They would disguise themselves as the old man's family and set up a net on the school field. They were determined to catch the person hiding in the crowd.
"Please cause some trouble again tonight, Brother Six," Yaohua blinked. "But you don't need to show yourself."
"Okay," Mo Qing seemed to want to say something, but finally agreed.
"The formation outside the school field is tricky, but it's not impossible to break," Rong Chu suddenly appeared. "Since the little princess already has a plan, why don't I do it and destroy the formation?"
"Then I'll leave it to you!" Yaohua was overjoyed.
Night fell as expected.
All kinds of sacrificial offerings were respectfully placed on the altar.
The altar was cleaned spotlessly, showing no trace of the phoenix fire that had burned it the previous night.
Although there had been a commotion last night, people's awe of the Moon God had not diminished in the slightest. Yaohua was indignant, but on the surface, she looked as grateful as everyone else here.
The priestess offered a prayer as usual. In the prayers of the crowd, Yaohua's paper puppet was carried onto the altar. But to their surprise, besides "Yaohua," eight more sacrifices were brought up.
The eight sacrifices were placed in different positions on the altar, vaguely forming a Seven-Kill Formation.
Yaohua's heart skipped a beat. Tonight might not be peaceful!
Just as this thought flashed through her mind, several black-clothed divine envoys grasped their silver daggers, ready to gut the lambs waiting to be slaughtered the moment the moonlight shone down.
The gentle breeze blew away the mist, and the hazy moonlight gradually spread across the earth.
Yaohua gritted her teeth and slowly grabbed Chongming's sleeve.
"Master, I want to save them."
Chongming nodded, but he just quietly looked at Yaohua with his crystal-clear glass-like eyes and didn't seem to intend to help.
Yaohua pouted and reached out her little hand to him. "Master, give me some talisman papers!"
She didn't want to pluck feathers anymore. Brother Six's true form was so beautiful. She couldn't let him down.
Chongming conjured up a stack of talisman papers and handed them to her.
Yaohua thanked him with a beaming smile and quickly separated eight talisman papers. She recited the incantation for the paper puppetry.
The fluttering talisman papers gradually grew heads, arms, and legs. They stretched their limbs and turned into streaks of spiritual light that landed on the people on the altar.