A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Someone asked in a low voice, while others were a little silent.

They didn't expect that the Holy Maiden was really like this and left the South Sword Village regardless.

The family's sacred object was stolen by people attracted by Zhai Liuxiang, and everyone was furious and gathered to condemn her.

Everyone just wanted to express their anger in their hearts, and they didn't want to kill the saint they watched grow up.

The oldest Bao Weng father in the clan took a puff of dry tobacco and said with a sullen face: "Zhai Liuxiang has been kicked out of Nandao Village, and it will have nothing to do with my Miao people in the future. It's all gone."

What Father Baoweng said was actually a warning to the clansmen not to embarrass Zhai Liuxiang in the future.

The theft of the sacred relics in the family, although she started it.

But outsiders are insidious and cunning, Zhai Liuxiang is just a tool that has been used and abandoned.

No wonder, their Nandao Village is different now, the clan is getting more and more declining, and young people are going outside to study and work.

In these days, who else would learn the Gu technique and take the ancient traditions of the Miao people to heart.

Zhai Liuxiang is a little girl who was born and raised in the mountains. She has a simple and straightforward personality, and she is not to blame for being deceived by outsiders.

Speaking of which, it is also a sin. First, Zhai Liuxi returned to Qingshan at a young age, and then Zhai Liuxiang met such a man again.

Father Bao Weng smashed his mouth and let out a long puff of smoke. This is life.

The voice faded away, Shu Ange was walking alone in the forest, the miserable white moonlight shone on her, and she looked so desolate.

The deep mountains and forests at night are full of dangers, and wild animals may appear at any time.

Shu Ange raised his arm, looked at her white jade-like crystal and delicate arm, then looked at the heavy silk-wrapped silver bracelet on her hand, and sighed deeply.

Every time it's time to level up, the difficulty is always stronger.

There was a sachet hanging on her waist, Shu Ange took it off and smelled it. Inside was the spice for repelling snakes.

In addition, there are some odds and ends in the bag that Shu Ange is carrying.

She turned it over, except for the bottles and jars, there were two old yellowed photos.

A pair of girls in national costumes stood barefoot on a big rock in the creek, snuggling together affectionately.

Their facial features are somewhat similar, the shorter ones are about twelve or thirteen years old, and the older ones already have the demeanor of a cardamom girl.

The two photos are the same, one with a newer color and one badly damaged and stained with blood.

Shu Ange walked in the forest for a long time, and finally found a tree hole about ten feet above the ground.

She climbed into the hole with a cane, found the medicinal powder from the bag that could drive away snakes, insects, birds and beasts, and sprinkled it in a circle, and then she closed her eyes safely to receive the original owner's memory and plot.

This plane is in the age of the end of the law, the immortals disappear, and the miracles become legends.

Cultivators are struggling to find a way to ascend, and demons and ghosts are in chaos everywhere.

On such a plane, Shu Ange has experienced a similar experience, but this time the environment seems to be worse.

In the previous planes, there were scumbags in the sect of self-cultivation, but in general, the justice side was stronger.

But on this plane, the way of heaven is unstable, ghosts are rampant, and even the monks can't resist the temptation of fame and wealth.

In other words, in this world, many people advocate fame and fortune, materialistic desires are rampant, and courtesy, righteousness, and shame are thrown at their feet.

Ordinary people are like this, and the disaster will be less.

If cultivating truth ignores human relations and only cares about personal desires, what is the difference between it and evil cultivating.

The identity of the commissioner of this task is Liuxiang, the saint of the Miao nationality in Nandao Village. Zhailiu is one of the ancient surnames of the Miao nationality. According to legend, the ancestors of the Zhailiu people are the direct disciples of the twelve ancestors.

Thousands of years have passed, and the world outside has changed dramatically.

The depths of the mountains are still as cold and stagnant as they have been for thousands of years, and people in the mountains leave one after another.

The young people all rushed to the bustling outside, and most of the people who stayed in Nandao Village were the elderly, women, children and children.

Zhai Liuxiang was the last saint in Nandao Village. When she was just born, she was selected as the new saint by the previous saint.

The saintess of the Miao ethnic group are not allowed to marry in their entire lives, and need to serve their ancestors devoutly.

The Ancestral God is just a legend, not to mention that outsiders don’t believe it, even the Miao people themselves don’t believe it.

Zhai Liuxiang and his sister Zhai Liuxi are orphans, and the witches adopted them when Zhai Liuxiang was five years old.

The spring breeze of nine-year compulsory education blew into Miao Village.

Zhailiuxi was very lucky. With the help of kind-hearted people, he went all the way to get into the university and left the mountain.

When the witch died, she took Zhai Liuxi's hand and said to her: "Don't go out of the mountain, your doom is outside the mountain."

At that time, Zhai Liuxiang still didn't understand the meaning of the witch's words.

She only remembered that Zhai Liuxi had a red flower tied to her chest that year, and when everyone was beating gongs and drums to say goodbye to college, she hugged her and said affectionately.

"Amei, my sister is going to school. When I find a good job, I will take you to the world outside the mountains."

Zhai Liuxiang does not yearn for the world outside the mountains. As the last saint, she just wants to inherit the skills of witches and cure diseases and exorcise evil spirits for the villagers.

She listened to the witch's words the most. Before her sister left, she reminded her earnestly: "Sister, mother-in-law said, there is your doom outside the mountain, can't you stay?"

Zhai Liuxi hugged Zhai Liuxiang in his arms and said affectionately against her face: "Amei, study hard and wait for my sister to come back."

My sister has been gone for many years.

Suddenly one day, Zhailiuxi appeared at the entrance of the village.

Zhai Liuxiang rushed to the entrance of the village barefoot to greet her sister, she remembered it very clearly.

Sister's beautiful cheeks are thin and out of shape, haggard like an autumn tree branch, with resentment and sadness smothered in her eyebrows and eyes, holding a dark brown ceramic jar in her arms.

"Amei, don't be like my sister, don't fall in love with anyone."

Zhai Liuxi held Zhai Liuxiang and said such a sentence, and never spoke again.

She returned to the stockade in despair, flipped through the booklet left by the witch, and shed tears while reading, nourishing the worms in the clay pot with various poisons.

Zhai Liuxi doesn't raise Gu, she has always dismissed these as feudal superstitions, let Zhai Liuxiang study hard and don't bother with these things.

But after returning from the world outside the mountain, Zhailiuxi threw himself on it in a maddening manner.

A few months later, Zhai Liuxi took his last breath.

Zhai Liuxiang never thought that her sister would die so early.

It was raining outside the stilted building that day, and my sister was sick for several days. She went down the mountain to find a doctor.

When she came back, my sister was lying on the bed with her eyes wide open, blood stains left on the corners of her lips, and her face was blue and black.

When her sister went, Zhai Liuxiang lost her only relative.

The pot was empty, and the Gu worms in it disappeared. With tears in his eyes, Zhai Liuxiang buried his sister with the help of his clan.

My sister chose to take revenge on her own and did not let Zhai Liuxiang get involved in this grievance.

The story here is only the beginning.

Every plane will have a few people with particularly strong luck, Yuan Qiying is one of them.

[Ah, the male protagonist finally became a chatter, it's not easy! 】