Chapter 818 The Last Call of the Mo Clan

"It's not that there is no way, it just needs the blood of the Mo people's direct line to lead, maybe it can wake up the ancestors."

Mo Qingyun said, now that when the Mo people survive and die, she can only try this ancient method to see if it can be successful.

This is a method passed down from generation to generation by patriarchs, but no one has tried it. It's just a matter of trying it now to see if it works.

"Everyone here is the core disciples of the direct line of our Black Ink Clan. Now I will be the master and you will be the auxiliary to open the bloodline summoning formation."

She cut off her palm, using blood as a guide, to condense a summoning formation in the air.

Her face suddenly paled a lot, and the others immediately helped with their own blood.

Seeing the formation of the bloodline summoning array, Mo Qingyun felt a powerful and vast power, which was a little energy that overflowed from the sleep of the ancestors of the Mo people.

Everyone was very excited, and they could feel the power of the ancestors through the bloodline summoning array. With such a powerful ancestor, what else should they be afraid of?

Just when Mo Qingyun woke up the ancestors through the big formation, the black mist seemed to feel the fluctuations from the big formation, as if a giant beast was slowly waking up. The black fog suddenly felt a threat, and it rushed here at the fastest speed, not giving them another chance to summon.

Before Mo Qingyun was swallowed by the black mist, she went all out to send a message to their ancestors for help. The next moment, she disappeared without a trace, and the entire Liuyun River was completely plunged into darkness.

"call……"

Feng Qianwei suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in Du Jiemen, and she felt inexplicably worried, which made her feel more and more that something bad happened.

But she doesn't know what happened, and now she can't get out of here. She can only try to calm down her mood, after all, she still has many difficulties to overcome.

It didn't take long for the old village chief to send someone a peach-blossom skirt. This is the clothes that the three candidates will wear, and it was made by the best tailor in the village.

"Mr. Qin, put away your clothes, and I'll leave."

The village women who delivered the clothes had great respect for the cheap masters.

"Well, you go!"

The cheap master waved his hand and said lightly.

After the people left, he turned around and threw the suit into the big vat at the door, returned to his room, and took out a similar-looking peach blossom skirt.

Feng Qianwei saw that he was holding the peach blossom skirt and handed it to her. The light and soft peach blossom skirt was like cotton candy.

"Girl, put on this dress."

"Oh well."

Feng Qianwei nodded and walked into the room herself to put on this new peach blossom dress. The peach-like skirt is pink and cute, and it looks exquisite and slim when worn on the body.

This peach blossom skirt was made to fit very well. He must have sewed it himself. The craftsmanship is actually better than the original one. She suddenly remembered that her clothes should have been sewn by her cheap masters.

I have to say that he took good care of her daily life. Although he didn't know what his intentions were for her, he really took good care of her.

After she changed her dress, the cheap master braided her long hair and put two peach blossoms on her as decoration.

"The sedan chair to pick you up is here, remember what I explained to you before as a teacher."

The cheap master said, and sent her to the door in person.

After Feng Qianwei followed him to the door, she really saw a large sedan chair parked on the road. There were four bearers waiting there. They were just about to knock on the door to call for someone, but the owner had already come out.

"Get on the sedan! You are the only one missing."

The bearer said expressionlessly, like a puppet.