witch doctor and queen

Chapter 298 Lan Zhuxi Died as a Sacrifice
Wu Mo pinched the center of her brows with some headaches. She felt that Yuan Shen's subordinate was somewhat abnormal, and she didn't know what was going on in her mind every day, but she was not in the mood at the moment, and continued: "After Wu Mo's death, Did anything else happen to her?"

"Not anymore." Mu Xuan thought for a while, "However, Wu Mo is very popular in Shenyan Continent. After his death, many people mourned for him."

Wu Mo was silent for a while, and then said, "Where's the saint?"

"Saint?" Mu Xuan didn't expect Wu Mo to know the saint, and looked at her in surprise, "Does Miss Yun know Wanyan Si?"

"...Wanyan Si?" Wu Mo was stunned, "Who is Wanyan Si?"

"Saint, the saint of Shenyan Continent, Wanyan Si." Mu Xuan said a little confused.

Wu Mo's heart sank, "Isn't the saint of Shenyan Continent Lan Zhuxi?"

Mu Xuan opened his eyes wide and looked at Wu Mo with a strange expression: "Lan Zhuxi was the last saint, and the current saint has become Wanyan Si. But Miss Yun, how do you know the last saint? Female? Aren't you from the Yuanchuan Continent, and..."

And you're only 17...

Mu Xuan finally knew what was wrong. During the past few days together, he always felt that Ms. Yun was very powerful, so he subconsciously put her on an equal footing with them, and involuntarily ignored her original identity.

Thinking about it now, how could Ms. Yun, an ordinary person about 17 years old from a lower-class continent, want to investigate people and things that happened in a higher-class continent 300 years ago?
This is simply out of reach.

"I have my own channel." Wu Mo didn't explain, and now she was burning with worry, "Why did the saint change? What happened to Lan Zhuxi?"

It was the first time for Mu Xuan to see Wu Mo so emotionally excited. Although he was puzzled, he still said honestly: "Lan Zhuxi died 300 years ago, and she has been in power for 17 years as a saint. The female name is Wanyan Si."

Although Lan Zhuxi had long guessed that something had happened, Wu Mo's ears still buzzed when he actually heard this answer, and his mind went blank.

"Why... died?" Wu Mo couldn't help but breathe lightly.

"Sacrifice." Mu Xuan said, "Lan Zhuxi died in the soul pool of the altar."

This was not found out by Mu Xuan. What happened to Lan Zhuxi not only caused a great disturbance in the Shenyan Continent, but also in the summit of the gods.

As one of the three gods selected by the Dao of Heaven, the saintess is bound to attract the attention of the whole world every time she ascends the throne, and Lan Zhuxi is the most talented saintess in history, and the focus of gathering is unprecedented.

Obviously, he was born with admiration and hope, but no one would have thought that such a person with so much hope lived only 17 years.

Compared with the supposedly endless life of the saintess, it is really a moment.

"When the saint was in power, she was supposed to be protected by the gods, but Lan Zhuxi disregarded her own responsibility to sacrifice to the soul pool, which violated the will of heaven. I'm afraid it's not just as easy as death."

"Sigh, I don't know what Lan Zhuxi was thinking, but he sacrificed it out of nowhere, obviously the talent is so strong, the golden light carried by the godhead can almost catch up with the master..."

Mu Xuan sighed to himself, not realizing that the face of the person in front of him became paler and paler because of his words.

"Okay, step back." Wu Mo interrupted him.

She still had a lot to ask, but at this moment, she didn't think about anything.

　Happy Christmas Eve, may you always be safe and sound
　　
　
(End of this chapter)