In the crowd, Sikong Zhaiyue stopped... Zhao Huaian was only half a step slower.

"Gone?" Zhao Huaian frowned and looked around, but there were so many residents in the [Red City] that it was dazzling, and for a while he was unable to find any trace of the two-headed lizard species.

The little old man's face looked extremely ugly at this time.

Mr. Luo, however, looked at the crowds of people on the other side street in front of him and asked curiously: "Old sir, what are you doing there?"

Sikong Zhaiyue glanced at it subconsciously, and said without thinking: "Those are the priestesses selected for the [Red King Festival]. Every woman who can become a priestess will be blessed by the [Tianhou], and she will be able to do well in the coming year."

Be happy."

Mr. Luo blinked his eyes and said: "Since we are sacrificing women, don't we have to pay anything to get happiness?"

"How do I know!" Sikong Zhaiyue said impatiently and said in a bad tone: "They will come out the same way they got in. I'm not a pervert. Do I have to strip them naked to see if they are missing a piece of flesh?

No? Ouch...it hurts me to death!"

Sikong Zhiyue masked his pain at this moment and raised the sole of his foot... Who knows how there was a nail on the ground, but it was inserted into his tophi stone that had been there for decades, and the pain immediately hit him.

Feet jump to the ground.

——This must be some hidden malice.

Zhao Huaian felt a sudden impulse in his heart... He muttered: "Old man, can you leave?"

Sikong Zhaiyue gritted his teeth and pulled out the nail, only to hear a loud sound suddenly coming from the [Red City]... It was the sound of a bell!

"It's the bell of the [Red King Bell]!" Sikong Zhaiyue frowned and endured the pain: "After twelve tones, the great sacrifice will begin... This should be the first one!"

"How often does it ring?" Zhao Huaian wondered.

"One hour." Sikong Zhaiyue muttered: "From the ninth tone, all living beings in the city will go to the temple. At this time, the whole city is empty... I don't know what you are here for, but from now on

From the ninth tone, everything in the city is like an undefended woman, ready for you to pick... What you can catch depends entirely on luck."

The maid suddenly said: "Did you get the old gentleman's clay tablet at a time like this?"

The old man almost took out the squirt again, frowned and said: "I picked up that thing in the [Red King] Palace, but although there is no one in the palace, there are still a lot of mechanisms. If you are not afraid of death, go ahead...

...If you cherish your life, you can search in the big houses in the city, and you may be able to find a lot of good things... In short, that's all, you wish yourselves good luck."

"Senior, do you want to leave?" Zhao Huaian suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Sikong said like he was picking bitter melons from the moon: "It's useless for you to catch me, I've told you everything I know. Little old man, I'm not handsome, and I can't fight. I only have a few skills in drilling holes."

Besides, it’s useless for you to force me to do anything, right?”

Zhao Huaian said: "Since senior has said that you can't leave [Red City] until the big festival is over, where can you go at this time? It's better to continue together and take care of each other... maybe we can step on each other less."

How many nails are there?”

- Damn it!

Could it be that the nails just now were the work of these old men...which one was it?

Old Man Sikong glanced at everyone suspiciously, but he couldn't see any clues... He pondered for a moment and weighed the left and right. Although he was worried about Sikong Ju's affairs, it was true that he would not be able to leave the [Red City] until the big festival was over.

.

"Do you want to open the secret treasure of [Red King]?" Sikong Zhaiyue's expression condensed at this time, and his whole person looked mysterious at this time.

Zhao Huaian was also shocked. This old man was indeed not that simple.

When he was thinking about how to deal with Sikong Zhaiyue, Mr. Luo already had something to say.

"I think so." Mr. Luo smiled slightly and said: "We came to explore the [Red King's Tomb] originally for the treasures in the [Red King's Tomb]. The adventure is incomplete without finding the treasure. Do you have any tips, sir?"

.”

...Is this so frank?

Zhao Huaian had a strange look on his face.

"In that case, it depends on your ability." Sikong Zhaiyue said: "But before that, we need to prepare some things. As for these two fake [god] princesses..."

He looked at [Xia Ji] and Bai Zhi at the same time. He knew early on that these two were definitely not the serious [God] princesses in the [Red City]. As for how they came out, I'm afraid they would just be given a riddle if he asked.

?

"How are they?" Zhao Huaian asked in a deep voice.

"Maybe..." Sikong Zhaiyue said thoughtfully: "With two impostors on this trip, it will be much smoother... Anyway, let's make some preparations first."

"What should we prepare?" Mr. Luo asked curiously.

"follow me."

…

"clothing?"

Looking at what Old Man Sikong said he wanted to prepare, Zhao Huaian couldn't help but open his mouth - the old man actually dug out a bunch of clothing from the storage items... The same style as the residents of [Red City].

Probably because of the popular styles, most styles are the same.

"Is this the costume that residents wear when they participate in the big festival?" Mr. Luo picked up one and looked at it.

Sikong Zhaiyue said casually: "It's a tradition... Most of my clothes are men, and these are the only ones women wear. If you don't like it, I can't help it. Why don't you go look for it yourself? Are you nearby?

You may still be able to find residential buildings.”

Looking at several women's sacrificial clothes that looked like dried pickles, the maid released a black butterfly without thinking... and burned it!

"Master, let me cut some pieces." The maid said calmly, "You don't want to wear them either."

Mr. Luo smiled and said nothing.

——Hypocritical!

Sikong Zhaiyue rolled his eyes and immediately put on his clothes on the spot.

Zhao Huaian also pinched his nose and picked up something with the Xiuchun sword, "Senior...how long have you not washed your clothes?"

"If you don't have a reliable mother-in-law at home, you don't want to have clean clothes to wear!" Sikong Zhaiyue said disdainfully: "Do you know that some people, in order to survive, don't even mention dirty clothes, even animal dung?

Dare to squeeze the juice and drink it!”

"What extreme survival master..." Zhao Huaian didn't even dare to think about this scene. He shook his head and looked at the maid, "Miss Youye, why don't you take my share..."

"I can only make clothes for my master." The maid chuckled and said very seriously: "Only if Mr. Zhao is willing to spend a big, big price can I make clothes for other men.

Clothes!"

"Do you want money?" Zhao Huaian shrugged, thinking it was a joke, and joked: "There is a way to survive, how about you make do with me and take me in?"

"Okay." The maid narrowed her eyes, "Then it's settled."

--Huh?
Chapter completed!