Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...Praying for blessings and offering sacrifices to the heavens can also detoxify?"

Hearing this, Xiang Xing suddenly frowned.

This is not a world of ghosts, ghosts and gods.

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

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

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

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

Seeing her inexplicable appearance, the man couldn't help but laugh lowly, bent his fingers, and tapped the little head that was thinking about it.

His eyes swayed arbitrarily, "Of course, praying for blessings and offering sacrifices to the sky can't detoxify, but...it can indeed have other unexpected effects."

...

So ever.

In the days that followed, as expected by Taigong Han, the people gradually became a little off.

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

What he did was the thing he was most afraid of, and he woke up in trembling and cold sweat almost every day.

As a result, the mental state of the people has deteriorated, and the efficiency of labor, production, business, and business has naturally become lower and lower.

There are also a small number of people who have a strange disease, itching and pain all over the body for no reason, even the best doctor in the city can't see the symptoms.

The entire imperial city was gradually shrouded in a gloomy cloud.

Some people have begun to faintly spread rumors that some terrible disaster is coming.

Fortunately, amid this cloud of suspicion, there was finally action in the courtroom.

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

On the other hand, an imperial edict was issued, and the national teacher held a ceremony of sacrificing heaven three days later to exorcise the nightmares of the common people.

Everyone naturally remembers the National Teacher's astrology question, which resolved the disturbance in Northern Xinjiang. With her coming out, the people seemed to have more reassurance in their hearts, and they finally calmed down.

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

However, this small part of the voice did not stop the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens.

Three days later.

Xiang Xing wore a sacrificial costume and led an unusually large sacrificial procession. Under the onlookers of the people, he slowly walked towards the cross that connects the four gates of the imperial city, east, west, north, south, and right in the center of Huangcheng Street.

After a tedious sacrificial ceremony, she stood on the high platform built for sacrificing the sky, recalling the ritual dance steps that the original hostess and sister learned.

Accompanied by the elegant ceremony and music, he waved his arms and raised his sleeves, and danced the solemn and mysterious sacrificial dance.

All the people in the audience paid their respects and prayed devoutly with the dance steps of the national teacher, hoping that the pain and disaster would pass soon.

until the music gradually dropped.

"Licheng!"

With a shout from the priest, the petite and graceful figure on the stage slowly stopped moving.

He bowed his hands solemnly and made a final kneeling bow.

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

"!"

The little guy was taken aback secretly, Mei Mu glared slightly, subconsciously trying to dodge.

But at the same time, there was another faster air-breaking breath, swiftly flying from her side.

When the unknown object in front of her was about to smash into her face, she collided directly with it...

"Snapped!"

There was a sound of objects shattering.