Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 344 Sacrifice
Danxiazi and Nie Xiayun had similar body types, both being plump and fair-skinned. At this moment, Danxiazi was wearing Nie Xiayun's dress, his hair was styled into a woman's bun, his forehead was wrapped in gauze, and his face was covered with a cloth. At first glance, it was difficult to discern his true identity.

The sorcerer realized he had been tricked.

A surge of anger rose from his heart, rushing straight to the top of his head.

He turned to look at Yan Ciwan, only to see that she was still trembling slightly, but not from anger or despair, but from the difficulty of suppressing her laughter.

Seeing that the truth had been revealed and she no longer needed to pretend, she immediately burst into laughter.

The crisp, cheerful laughter echoed through the valley, a blatant insult to the shaman. All the men in black present fell silent, none daring to utter a sound.

The shaman took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Since the Nie Xiayun in front of them is fake, the real Nie Xiayun has likely already escaped. All of this is within Yan Ciwan's plan. Just now, she deliberately pretended to be running away and led them here, just to create an opportunity for Nie Xiayun to escape.

The shaman looked coldly at Yan Ci and slowly said, "Nie Xiayun is just a village woman. Keeping her around is only to keep you in check. Anyway, you are already in my hands, so it doesn't matter whether she is there or not."

Yan Ciwan stopped laughing: "Do you think you can keep me here with just these small fry?"

Although she couldn't defeat all the enemies single-handedly, it wouldn't be difficult for her to escape unscathed from them.

The shaman did not answer her question, but coldly called out two names.

"Ah Fu, Ah Shan."

One of the men originally responsible for carrying the sedan chair strode out. He was nearly six feet tall and had a very imposing build. Even through his clothes, one could feel his impressive muscles. He wore a dark gray iron mask and his arms were covered with black iron arm guards.

He untied the thick iron chain around his waist, and through the holes in the iron mask, he stared straight at Yan Ciwan with eyes like a tiger eyeing its prey, filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

In addition, a slender man in black leaped down from the tree. He also wore an iron mask and had a black bat tattooed on his neck. He landed silently and looked at Yan Ciwan with a sinister and cold gaze.

The shaman pointed at Yan Ciwan and ordered, "Capture her. You can hurt her, but you can't let her die."

Ah Shan and Ah Fu replied simultaneously, "Yes!"

The towering, mountain-like Ashan launched the first attack, swinging his chains as he charged toward Yan Ciwan. His massive, heavy body exuded an oppressive aura, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

As the iron chain lashed out at her, Yan Ciwan dodged to the side, and the chain missed its target, crashing heavily to the ground and creating a small crater!

Yan Ciwan was shocked; this person was incredibly strong!

Ashan swung the iron chain at Yan Ciwan again and again, forcing Yan Ciwan to retreat repeatedly.

As she dodged again, she suddenly felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind!
She immediately twisted and spun around, her body contorting in the air in an incredible way. When she regained her footing and turned around, she saw Ah Fu standing where she had just been. Ah Fu held a short knife in each of her hands, the blades of which gleamed with a blue light, clearly coated with poison.

Yan Ciwan was secretly alarmed. This person was incredibly fast; he had silently crept up behind her, and she had almost been ambushed by him.

Ah Shan let out a deafening roar and swung the iron chain down at her!

Yan Ciwan tried to dodge, but Afu made his move at that moment. No one could see how he moved, but in the blink of an eye, he had changed position and appeared behind Yan Ciwan like a ghost, raising two short swords high.

Unable to retreat, Yan Ciwan could only raise her sword to block. The iron chain struck the sword, and with a snap, the sword broke in two!

At the same time, Ah Fu's two short knives were already pressed against Yan Ciwan's back.

With the two attacking from both sides, Yan Ciwan was caught in a dilemma. She could only use her lightness skill to leap up, stepping on Ashan's hand with her toes to propel herself into the air before flipping and landing.

However, before she could even stand still, two sharp arrows shot towards her simultaneously with two whooshing sounds!
It was the shaman who ordered the archers hidden in the shadows to attack Yan Ciwan.

Yan Ciwan hurriedly dodged, but her cheek was accidentally grazed by an arrow, and a trickle of blood seeped from the wound, causing her to gasp in pain.

But that wasn't all. The archers kept shooting arrows at her, and Ah Shan and Ah Fu attacked her again. She was attacked from all sides, struggling to defend herself. The blood from her wounds flowed more and more, her face grew paler and paler, and her vision gradually blurred. Even though she gritted her teeth and tried her best to hold on, she ultimately couldn't withstand the enemy's siege.

She was hit in the left calf by an arrow, her body swayed twice, and she fell to her knees in a sorry state.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ah Shan rushed forward and bound her with iron chains, while Ah Fu pressed a short knife against her back and asked, "Master Shaman, should we pierce her collarbone? That way we can cripple her martial arts and prevent her from escaping again."

Yan Ciwan has developed symptoms of dizziness and tinnitus due to excessive blood loss.

She heard Ah Shan's voice, but couldn't make out what he was saying. She shook her head hard, trying to clear her mind, but the shaking made her vision go black.

The next moment, she closed her eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, the shaman coldly said, "No need. Anyway, she might not wake up again. Just take her back."

"Yes!"

Ashan wrapped the chains back around his waist, grabbed Yan Ciwan, and hoisted her onto his shoulder. Danxiazi's corpse was also lifted up by two men in black.

Led by the shaman, the members of the Five Gods Sect returned to Hengqing Temple on the mountain.

Hidden beneath Hengqing Temple is an altar.

That was the headquarters of the Five Gods Sect. Only when a sacrificial ceremony was held would the shaman lead everyone into the altar. At other times, the altar was sealed off, and no one was allowed to enter.

Today, the shaman has decided to hold a special ritual.

Only he and Yan Ciwan participated in the sacrificial ceremony this time. Ashan and Afu guarded the door to prevent anyone from approaching the altar.

In the dark underground, Yan Ciwan was placed in the center of the altar's circular platform. She lay face up, her wounds still bleeding profusely, the bright red blood falling onto the platform.

The surface of the truncated cone is engraved with mysterious and complex runes, with blood seeping into the patterns, as if drawing a strange totem on the surface of the cone.

The shaman stood beside the round platform, leaning on his cane. He removed the black mask from his face, revealing a deep greed in his murky eyes.

He looked at the unconscious Yan Ciwan and murmured to himself.

"You have noble royal blood flowing through your veins. I originally wanted to invite you to join me in building a great enterprise, but unfortunately you refused. You, like your deceased mother and maternal grandfather, are ungrateful wretches. Since you don't want this noble bloodline, then give me your blood!"