Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Jing Zhao was also anxious, he hurriedly said, "Where did you take it?"

Shandan sighed, still shaking his head.

Jing Zhao held his breath against his chest, unable to get up or get out.

He calmed down the sullenness in his heart slowly, and he couldn't blame Shandan, they were all imprisoned in this house, and the priest came to take them away, what could they do.It cannot be stopped, and naturally it is impossible to know where the person has been taken.

Jing Zhao calmed down, he thought about it seriously, then turned to Aning and said, "Perhaps the villagers or soldiers in Shangxi village can know."

He stroked his palm, gritted his teeth and said, "Go! Go ask."

"I'm afraid that even if we find them, they are all dead." Someone in the crowd suddenly poured a basin of cold water on their heads.

Jing Zhao looked, it was a member of Shandan's clan.

He was a little hesitant to continue talking, but was fixed by Jing Zhao's eyes.

He sighed and said, "A few nights ago, I heard a woman's cry clearly. I know, it's our person."

"Where did that sound come from?"

The man shook his head: "I can't hear it, the sound is not loud, very weak, at first it was crying, then it was a cry of fear, and then it turned into a low cry, and the sound disappeared after crying... ..."

There were also tears in his eyes, and it was extremely heartbreaking to say this.

Seeing that the expressions of the others were not right, Jing Zhao turned his gaze a few times and asked, "You heard that too?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and finally remained silent, but nodded.

Gu Jingzhao gritted his teeth in secret, the blood in his eyes flew up, he clenched the flute tightly with hatred and made a "click" sound.

"This group of beasts!"

He said to everyone with red eyes: "Even if they are dead! They have to be found! All the old and young men of the Minsha clan get up! We want to take them home!"

Everyone's eyes were full of hatred. Hearing Jing Zhao's words, everyone's blood was aroused. They stood up from the ground and clenched their fists!

"Kill that son-of-a-bitch priest and bring your wife and children home!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Jing Zhao led the crowd out of the village, and went straight to the patriarch's house, but the door was locked, Jing Zhao knocked on the door several times, but no one answered.

Jing Zhao was about to kick the door, when suddenly a huge black snake's head popped out, and the black mamba had been following Jing Zhao all along.

It straightened up half of its body, bent its head, and poked its head directly into the yard of this household.

The next moment, there was a scream, and the black mamba straightened its head. A man was caught in its mouth, and it lifted it out of the room, and slammed it heavily in front of Jing Zhao.

The snake spit a snake letter at Jing Zhao as if asking for credit.

Unexpectedly, Jing Zhao rapped on the head with his flute: "Didn't I tell you to stay away, so close to scare others!"

The big snake shrunk its body aggrieved, coiled itself on a big poplar tree, and immediately stopped, looked at the crowd lazily, and played with the snake letter.

Jing Zhao hurriedly turned his head and said to the Shandan group, "I'm sorry, this insect is wild and unruly, and it scared everyone."

Shan Dan's beard trembled and his face turned pale with fright at an early age.

"Ahem, is this Mr. Gu's new pet?"

The word pet obviously angered the snake on the tree, it spit out the snake letter impatiently, and was eager to probe.

In the end, Jing Zhao turned his head and stared back.

Jing Zhao said with a smile: "It just worships my personality charm. It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

Everyone was amazed again.

They believed it. Not only was Jing Zhao not afraid of snakes, but even such a giant snake obeyed him obediently.Gu Jingzhao is more like a real god than a priest!
Jing Zhao turned back to look at the man brought out by the black mamba. This man was somewhat similar to the patriarch, but much younger than him. Presumably he was the patriarch's son.

Jing Zhao asked, "Where is the patriarch?"

The man held his painful thigh and gritted his teeth with sweat dripping down his face, and said, "Dead."

Jing Zhao said again: "Then you are the patriarch now?"

He raised his eyes and stared at Jing Zhao fiercely, "Do you think the priest will let you go? You killed so many priests and soldiers, the big witch will know about it soon!"

"The Ancestor Wu and the Great Witch will send more priests and town soldiers here. They will not only kill you, but also raze this place to the ground! In the land of Baiyue, those who disrespect the gods can only die!"

Jing Zhao smiled lightly, and stared at the other party:

"You're right, those who don't respect the gods will only die."

"However, it depends on which god you want to worship. If it is the ancestor Wu, there is indeed only one dead end. But if it is me, I guarantee that you will not only live, but also live better than before!"

He snorted disdainfully: "It's up to you?"

Jing Zhao beckoned, and the black mamba on the tree immediately swam towards Jing Zhao, with its huge black head resting on his shoulders, constantly spitting snake letters.

Jing Zhao continued: "You don't have to believe me, and I can let you die right now."

He wasn't joking, on the contrary, every word was sonorous and forceful, revealing the bloody wind.

The man visibly shuddered.

Jing Zhao is very satisfied with this performance.

He hesitated for a long time, and the confidence and vigor in his eyes dissipated little by little. Finally, he looked at Jing Zhao weakly and asked, "Then, what do you want me to do?"

Jing Zhao's face was serious: "Let me ask you, where are the women of the Minsha clan captured by the priest?"

The muscles on the young man's face trembled a few times, and his expression changed.

If Jing Zhao asked about other things, he might not know, but this matter... not only did he know, but he also personally participated in it!However, this matter was really bloody and terrifying, and he was afraid that after he finished speaking, Jing Zhao would no longer be able to give him a way out.

He turned his gaze, "I can tell you, but after you listen, you must keep me alive no matter what."

Jing Zhao responded, indicating that he could start talking.

He paused and said, "Do you know that there are three great witches under Wu Zu, namely Chang Chi Pi, Ci Huan Hu, and San Ben Yun; Chang Chi Pi is in charge of the army, and all the village soldiers are under his command; Taxes, taxes and tributes from all over the world were handed over to him; these two priests, more or less the chiefs of various tribes and townships, had dealt with them; but among all the great witches, there was one of the most mysterious Ci Huanhu! "

"He is said to be mysterious because none of the patriarchs have ever seen his true face on Lushan Mountain. His duty is to refine medicine for Wu Zu. As for what kind of medicine it is, no one can tell. There are four places in his medicine shop, of which Shangxi is one. place.

It is said that it is because the climate of the upper stream can hatch an excellent medicinal material, and the snake cave halfway between the upper stream and the lower stream is one of the medicinal materials. "

Jing Zhao glanced at Aning, his eyes were serious.

Jing Zhao looked at Shandan again: "Patriarch Shandan, have you dealt with the great witch he mentioned?"