Bai Jiao was the faith that once guarded the Southern Wilderness, but she chose to retire due to the decline in worship.
Until one day, Lian Si, the new witch master of the Southern Wasteland, said shamelessly during the ceremony, "If you rely on gods everywhere, what's the point of me being a witch master?"
Bai Jiao, who raised one ear at the bottom of the pool, was convinced.
The witch master should rely on his own strength to drive Nanhuang, and don't throw random things into the offerings to disturb her rest.
"It's better to just fill it up between the offerings and dispel the people's false ideas."
Huh? Nanhuang is really good!
It's not like this when you have good food and drink for me to help you hit Xiping.
It was enough to demolish the bridge across the river, but now I have to demolish even my shelter?
How can you bear this? Bai Jiao decided to travel and find a new destination.
After returning from her trip, she sighed as she looked at the guy in front of her who was struggling with his hands and feet trapped but still rising and falling in the water, as well as some rotten remains with only bones left at the bottom of the pool.
To be cruel, it has to be you humans.
Suddenly, a violent gust of wind blew everyone on the cliff side to stagger, and the wizard finally forced his eyes open.
Bai Jiao was seen standing in the air, wearing a blue-gold brocade dress, and her lower body was a snake tail with silver-white scales, which was exactly the same as the true god on the totems passed down from generation to generation in the Southern Wilderness.
Before he could kneel down, Bai Jiao scolded with an annoyed look on his face, "You guys are really bullying me! You wanted to destroy my worship, but now you're killing me and silencing me! Who did it!"
The witch leader Lian Si, who almost choked to death, hurriedly pointed back at the witch who was about to faint and said, "Him!"
Wizard: What the hell?
Intention: Just do whatever you want to do. If you hesitate, you will fail.