"Which eye can see it? If Guilai hadn't picked you up from the fire with sharp eyes, you would have become roasted ginseng now." Gui Bugui glared at Xiao Rensan with hatred and continued, "I wondered, it was obviously your fault, why did Yan Aihou drive us out,"

"Because you don't have you, the fire can't be released," Wu Mian, who had not spoken much, finally couldn't help but roll his eyelids and glanced at Gui Bugui, and then continued, "You are a hundred years old, and you can still keep your mind drinking with a child. It's okay to just mix water in your wine. Later, he threw Ren San into the wine jar and let him drink it before coming out. What's wrong, you've drunk it all, and the fire has also started..."

"Is that true? I did this?" Gui Bugui looked at Wu Mian with an innocent face. After grabbing his bare scalp, he continued, "Look, you have a bad memory when you are old. Why can't you remember what happened last night? The two of my disciples are the same. It's okay for Yan Ai to drive us down the mountain. They just stood aside and watched. Why did they burn their cave? The local owner's advice may be that Yan Ai couldn't hide his face. This matter was just over. These two little bastards..."

"If your family's ancestor tablets were also lit, would you plead for the fire?" Wu Mian's face also showed a helpless expression. After glaring at the old man fiercely, he continued, "It's even if the tablets are all your juniors and yourself, but that's also the closest relative of your two apprentices. But my teacher brother is right, and I took these two people for you. You and Yan Aihou... The blind man also knows who to choose,"

When he was talking, Wu Mian was very confused. Yan Aihou had already planned to explain the treasure hidden in the underground palace to him, but an unexpected episode suddenly appeared. His teacher brother changed his face. Not only did he stop talking about the things hidden in the underground palace, but he also wanted to drive the three of them down the mountain no matter what he said. This matter has nothing to do with Wu Mian inside and outside. Just because of Yan Aihou's words, you come together, let's go together,

Seeing Wu Mian suppressing evil fire, Gui Bugui didn't dare to mess with him anymore. At the moment, he could only find a way to change the topic. He licked his face and smiled at Wu Mian, saying, "Anyway, I'll come down sooner or later, so it's better to go down the mountain early. There is also the map behind that to pass. Where will we go in the future?"

Wu Mian finally looked back at the position of the top of the mountain, turned around, and spit out two words "Wujiang" in the bottom.

More than two months later, by the Wujiang River, a group of villagers, led by several people wearing alchemist costumes, built a high platform with stone wood. The platform was more than three meters high and covered with red cloth. In addition to an incense burner, there were also three animals and fresh fruits and other tributes. After everything was packed, the people who looked like alchemists made the villagers kneel behind the platform. A leading alchemist climbed onto the platform, closed his eyes and muttered something in his mouth, and began to activate some kind of magic.

Just when he was casting his spell, he suddenly heard the sound of someone eating food. After a moment of silence, the man immediately realized that his magic had been effective. The master he was going to invite today has already appeared...

"Everyone is chanting the mantras sincerely. He has arrived... whose child is this... How did you come up..., are there any adults? Watch your child and don't let him eat tribute,"

After hearing the wrong words, the villagers kneeling on the high platform stood up and looked at it. They saw that in addition to the Grandpa of the Alchemist, there was a fat white child standing on the altar. He held the fruit in one hand and held the fat chicken in his arms with the other hand. He was having a bite of fruit and a bite of fat chicken in his arms...

The alchemist on the high platform wanted to carry him off the alchemy, but he didn't expect that he had just touched the little doll. The alchemist shouted, and then his arms drooped weakly, as if they were interrupted by some blunt object. Without the alchemist's block, the little doll started to eat and drink even more without fear. Not long after, most of the tributes on the alchemist had entered his stomach. After almost the food was eaten, the little guy found that there was a jar of tribute wine in the corner of the alchemist.

The little doll was not polite at the moment, and directly pierced his little head into the wine jar and started drinking. At this time, several other priests and villagers in the high platform stopped doing it. They shouted and prepared to rush up to pull the little doll off.

At this moment, two old and young people came down from the high platform. The old one grinned at everyone, and then said, "Isn't it just to eat you something? As for the experience of following the children, let's talk about it, I won't eat you for nothing. I will personally make a way for you to ask for rain, keeping the heavy rain that will be after dark..."

"Who said we are here to ask for rain? If we ask for rain, it would be fine. Even if we can't, there is still water in Wujiang that can be used," a villager in the lead saw that the old and young people were not simple. After suppressing the villagers, he continued to shout at Gui Bugui: "We are summoning souls. We have been recruiting for sixteen years. Those priests said that today we can recall his soul. If you are disturbing this, I don't know what year or month it will be recruited..."

"Soul in broad daylight," the old man who was not so old looked up at the sun hanging in the sky, laughed loudly, and continued, "It's really a place and a custom. I have heard and seen sinister things in the sun, but this is the first time I have seen an old man who dares to summon souls like you. I'm suffering from it, and I'll ask who you are, who are you catching,"

When it comes to whom to recruit, the villagers and the alchemists closed their mouths together. After the leaders looked at each other, a middle-aged alchemist came over and looked at the old and young men, saying, "Foreigners, we will admit that we are unlucky today. Don't worry about who we are recruiting. Keep driving your way. Be careful that it will arouse public grievances for a while, and then throw your life on the edge of the Wujiang River."

"Old man, look at what is written on this sign..." Before Gui Bugui could speak, the little doll on the platform suddenly grabbed a wooden sign that looked like a tablet. The wooden sign was steadily caught by the young man with white hair and a mean look. The young man only glanced at it, then turned his eyes to the villagers and alchemists: "I didn't expect you to summon the souls of the King of Chu again,"

When the child threw the wooden sign, how could the alchemist worry? The wooden signs were all inscriptions that only alchemists could understand. I wish these rural gangsters from other places could not understand this kind of text. After hearing the words of this white-haired young man, the cold sweat of the alchemist instantly flowed down. Now the Han Dynasty has been in the dynasty, and the soul of the bandit leader in the Western Chu has not been recalled yet, and their lives will be lost.

After the leader on the high platform came down, several people told the villagers that the soul-summoning ceremony had been disturbed, and the soul of Xiang Yu, the king of Chu, had disappeared. The crime was not on them. The deposit he had collected before was redeemed and he did not return it. No matter how the villagers begged, these alchemists seemed to have not heard it. After packing up their magical instruments, they hurriedly left here.

Seeing that there was no hope of summoning the soul, the villagers transferred their anger to the three foreigners. Seeing hundreds of villagers rolling their arms and sleeves about to rush up, the white-haired young man chuckled, then raised his hand, and a colorful dragon with golden light burst out of thin air. The dragon flew into the air in front of the villagers. After roaring, he turned around and flew towards the east. In just a blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

After the shocked villagers reacted, they knelt down at the white-haired young man in unison. The leading villagers knelt in front of the young man and touched the ground with their heads, saying, "The gods have come down to earth... The gods are here to save our Jiangdong elders... Ask a few great gods to cast spells to recall the souls of the King of Western Chu..."

I don't know what sad things these words mean. Hundreds of villagers started to whimper. At first, they just cried quietly, but later, more people cried, and these people also opened their throats and started to cry loudly.
Chapter completed!