"Wait!"
"Why did he say tonight's feast was offered by him? I painstakingly brought Chen Jianxin back to Wuji Sect!"
Gu Wanglan's eyes widened. He first glared at the boy on the roof eaves with some resentment. But the latter still had his eyes closed in intoxication, softly murmuring prayers to the Mother Goddess.
At that moment, Gu Wanglan thought of something and quickly turned to look at the scarlet eyeball on the Life Sacrificial Altar--
"Mother Goddess! Don't believe his nonsense! I'm the one who captured Chen Jianxin!"
Gu Wanglan shouted, almost losing it.
But as his voice fell, the Mountain Temple was still silent. Except for the youth's devout humming of the nursery rhyme, there was only the loving devouring sound of the Mother Goddess of Life on the altar.
Now Chen Jianxin was completely wrapped in vines, only a small, withered head with lifeless eyes exposed.
"Damn it--!!!"
