Changsheng: I can sell everything

Song Ciwan stood outside the north gate of Mingyuefang, listening to the high-pitched singing voice coming from nowhere, and saw countless invisible qi distorting and rising from the top of people's heads.

Those breaths, with "colorful white", formed a strong contrast with the pitch-black sky.

Suddenly, among the crowded crowd in front of him, there was a fat rich businessman wearing a shawl, standing on tiptoe with his big fat and round feet.

He stood on tiptoe, swayed his steps, waved his arms high, and started to dance clumsily as if drunk.

He opened his mouth, caught the high-pitched female voice before, and sang to him: "Wrap, wrap, wrap your feet, wrap your feet when you are thirty, wrap your feet so sharply, wrap them so cleverly..."

His voice was also very high-pitched, both rough and high-pitched, and a line of singing sounded out of nowhere, with the potential to soar into the sky.

That's all, what's weird is that there is a hint of coquettishness in his high-pitched and rough singing voice.

The obsequiousness seemed to be there, but it was impossible to ignore. Combined with the appearance of this wealthy businessman and obese, everyone who heard it immediately felt chills.

And some people closest to the wealthy businessman screamed in horror: "H-his feet!"

Song Ciwan stood outside the north gate of Mingyuefang, his spiritual sense stretched like a silk thread, instantly penetrated the crowd, and saw the rich merchant's feet.

I saw two circles of white ribbons on his fat feet at some point.

The ribbon wrapped around his shoes like a living thing, and for a moment, his shoes fell off into pieces of rotten ashes as if they had been corroded by some horror.

His socks were also corroded, falling off into ashes in an instant, and then his feet.

His script was white and fat, when the ribbon was wrapped, the fat was strangled into raised circles and circles, and when the ribbon suddenly tightened, he could only hear—click, click, click!

"Ah!" The wealthy businessman screamed while singing flatteringly.

The sound of bones breaking continued to resound, and those white and fat feet were wrapped in ribbons like two small pointed rice dumplings!
Blood seeped through the ribbon, dyeing the white ribbon into a bright red like a flower.

The clear blood flowed out drop by drop along the ribbon, the wealthy businessman kept screaming, singing, and dancing on tiptoe.

"Ahhh!"

"Run, he is restrained by the witch!"

"The witch's upper body, help! Woohoo, I don't want to die, I don't want to bind my feet, let me out! Let me out!"

People screamed and fled, rushing towards the square gate like a swarm, and the pressure on the nearby square gate suddenly increased.

The singing of the wealthy businessman is still uninterrupted. He sang line by line: "Bound your feet, bind your feet, it's hard to live, every step hurts forever, the road is like the tip of a knife, look at my step, every step is like a lotus, don't you know , my toes are dripping blood, my heart is weeping blood..."

The singing and the screams are mixed together, becoming more and more high-pitched and sharp, resounding and deafening.

He waved his arms, jumped and twirled, jumped three feet away in an instant, and stretched out his hand to grab a man dressed as a scholar.

The scholar trembled, and just yelled: "Ah! Let go—"

Before the voice fell, the rich businessman with bound feet brought his big, plump face to him, squeezed his voice and asked, "Mr., do you see how handsome my little feet are bound?"

The scholar was so frightened that he was tongue-tied and dared not answer.

The wealthy businessman changed his face in an instant: "You don't answer? Why, you think my little feet are not handsome? Do you know how much pain it takes to bind them? You think they are not handsome, so you should wrap them too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scholar screamed: "Ah! Ah! My feet, my feet!"

His feet also suffered the same as the previous wealthy businessman.

A white ribbon appeared out of thin air, wrapping around his feet like a living thing. In an instant, the bones of his feet were broken and turned into a pair of small pointed points!
People became more and more terrified and ran away, but they found out in despair that the footbinding was "contagious"!

As long as it is touched by a person whose feet have been bound, even if it is only touched a little by the edge of the clothes, that person will inevitably have the fate of being bound by a ribbon.

Of course, there are not only ordinary people in the crowd, there are also many people who have practiced martial arts, and among them there are even innate masters, or immortal cultivators, or talented scholars.

However, no matter what kind of practitioners, no matter men, women, young or old, as long as they are "infected", they will inevitably be wrapped in a pair of pointy feet in the end!
Outside the gate of the square, the soldiers of the patrolling division lined up holding long guns, seeing this scene, couldn't help feeling chills down their backs and sweating coldly.

They have not been "infected" yet, but this does not mean how profound their practice is, but because they formed an formation and were temporarily sheltered by the formation, and several second-rank geniuses acted as the eyes of the formation, covering the whole section. The walls and gates of the square are strictly guarded.

However, no one knows how long this kind of guard can last.

Congenital second rank is also a rare master in the city patrol department. In terms of official rank, some people are even higher than Tian Junhong back then.

But these masters who were born at rank two were also mentally tense and dared not relax at all.

"General Guo, we can only hold on for another quarter of an hour at most. How long will it take for the people inside to find the real body of the witch?"

At the core of the military formation, several innate experts discussed in low voices.

During the discussion, their eyes were fixed on the side of the square gate. Seeing that the chaos in the crowd was getting worse, some people said: "It won't work if this continues, General Guo, should we..."

While speaking, the man raised his knife and made a slashing gesture, his eyes showed a stern look: "Why don't you kill a few of them?"

General Guo stood in the middle of the formation. She was holding a spear in her hand. The spear was deeply inserted into the ground. The red tassels fluttered under the tip of the spear, and the tip of the spear was flickering with cold light. Invisible waves emanated from her body.

She opened her mouth, with a stubborn and cold voice in her sweet voice: "You can't kill. The more you kill a witch, the stronger your ability is, and the harder it is to find her real body. Now these people have never been in the field of romance, they Since you like rewarding little feet, why not ask them to reward themselves now?"

As soon as these words came out, the other innate warriors could no longer refute.

They talked for a while, revealing a lot of information.

Song Ciwan, who stood by and observed all this silently, finally figured out what the chaos in Mingyuefang was like.

Simply put, this turmoil was originally caused by Chun Shui Ji.

But now, Chun Shui Ji has disappeared, but her strange abilities have started to snowball like a surge!
Every time someone died in Mingyuefang, the witch's ability would increase by one point, and in the past few hours, an unknown number of people had died in Mingyuefang.

Hundreds, thousands, even thousands!
How strong is Chun Shui Ji, who turned into a witch, now?

No one knows this.