Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"... Can praying for sacrifice to the sky detoxify?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xing frowned suddenly.

This is not the world of monsters, monsters and fairies.

Therefore, poisoning requires an antidote, and feudal superstition is not advisable. This is a scientific principle that every red scarf knows.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but glanced at her man weirdly.

Yan Heng, shouldn't believe these things...

"...Little fool, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing her inexplicable look, the man couldn't help but smiled lowly, fingered, and knocked on the little head of the whimsy.

His eyes flickered freely, "Of course, praying for blessings to the heavens cannot detoxify, but...it can indeed have other unexpected effects."

...

Ever since.

In the following days, as Taigong Han had expected, the people gradually got something wrong.

In the streets and alleys of the imperial city, more and more people began to discuss their own nightmares.

What I did was what I feared the most. I woke up in trembling and cold sweat almost every day.

As a result, the mental state of the people is deteriorating, and the efficiency of labor production and business transactions is naturally lower and lower.

There are also a small number of people who have a strange disease, and their bodies are inexplicably itchy and painful, and even the best doctors in the city can't see the symptoms.

The entire imperial city was gradually shrouded in a cloud of gloom.

People have begun to faintly rumors that there is something terrible disaster coming.

Fortunately, in this cloud of suspicion, the court finally took action.

On the one hand, the emperor ordered the hospital to find out the symptoms and causes of the strange disease and develop an antidote as soon as possible.

On the other side, an edict was issued, and the national teacher held a ceremony to sacrifice to the sky three days later to eliminate calamities and exorcise evils for the people's nightmares.

Naturally, everyone still remembers the Chinese teacher's astrological questioning, which resolved the Northern Xinjiang turmoil. When she came out of the town, the people seemed to have more peace of mind in their hearts, and they finally calmed down.

Of course, there are still a small number of people who don't believe in the theory of gods and monsters.

However, this small part of the voice did not prevent the holding of the ceremony.

Three days later.

Xiang Xing wore a sacrificial costume and led an unusually large sacrificial team. With the crowd watching, he slowly walked towards the cross that connects the four gates of the imperial city, the east, the west, the north, and the north, and the center of the imperial city street.

After a cumbersome ritual, she stood on the erected high platform for offering sacrifices to the sky, recalling the ritual dance steps learned by the original master's sister.

Accompanied by the elegant ritual music, waving his arms and shaking his sleeves, he danced the solemn and mysterious sacrificial dance.

The people in the audience all worshipped and prayed devoutly with the dance steps of the national teacher, hoping that the pain and disaster will soon pass.

Until the music gradually fell.

"Li Cheng!"

With the shout of the priest, the petite and graceful figure on the stage slowly retracted.

He solemnly bowed his hands and made the last bow.

As everyone knows, at the same time, she suddenly heard a strange sound of breaking through the air, which quickly struck from the front direction.

"!"

The little guy was surprised secretly, his beautiful eyes stared slightly, and he wanted to dodge subconsciously.

But at the same time, there was another faster air-breaking breath that flew quickly from her side.

When the unknown object in front was about to hit her door, Yu Qi directly collided...

"Snapped!"

There was a sound of broken objects.