The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

"You guys should be strong, don't kill people, the villagers here are not bad people, they just don't want others to disturb their peaceful life, insist on the protection of others for thousands of years, and don't like the arrival of outsiders..."

After the old water ghost finished speaking, he turned around and walked back, followed the steps directly to the house halfway up the mountain.The black dog jumped up with a thud, and followed the old water ghost back to the front of the room.

boom……

The old water ghost opened and closed the door, and went back to the house with the black dog.

The three of Solo looked at each other and walked forward again, but at this moment, they saw noisy voices coming from both ends of a line of sky, countless torches were lit, and the sound of chaotic footsteps on both sides of a line of sky sounded.

Solo and Baixue hesitated for a while, but still obeyed the warning of the old water ghost. They were just looking for someone, and they didn't want to make trouble, let alone destroy this small mountain village that had been guarding the ancient Yellow River road for thousands of years.

The first line of sky was brightly lit, three or four hundred villagers held torches and trapped the three of Solo in the middle, and then there were voices from the cliff above the first line of sky...

Solo looked up and saw that the cliff above the sky was also illuminated by torches.

There were dozens of people looking down with torches on top, and a large number of boulders were piled above the sky. It seemed that these villagers had been prepared to deal with them since they came.

The torch made a crackling sound in the turbulent wind of the sky, and blue smoke circled in the wind and then rose into the sky.

On Yixiantianlai Road, the crowd dodged to both sides. Huang Youqian strode out with a few middle-aged men, two young men pushed Zhao Xiaohua, who was tied up, and the others held old shotguns with black muzzles. Facing Solo and the other three.

Solo looked at Zhao Xiaohua with a smile on his face, and it seemed that he really answered the sentence: "An old man in a family is like a treasure." Zhao Lao was afraid that something bad would happen, and he was tied up with such a high status. Do it.

Huang Youqian came out, and looked at Solo apologetically: "Young man, you shouldn't have come here, but all this is the King of the Yellow River's intention to let you come to Huangni Village.

Although it is said that the Yellow River does not want us in Huangni Village, we dare not disrespect the old man, and the living sacrifices held every five years cannot be interrupted.

Half a month away, it's time to choose the Yellow River Empress for the King of the Yellow River, but there is no suitable girl in the village, and everyone is worried about this matter.

Unexpectedly, two such beautiful girls came here. It is God's will, they are still virgins, so you don't want to leave today...

The two female children were chosen as the empresses of the Yellow River, and they stayed to worship the Yellow River. The male took the first step, threw himself into the eye of the Yellow River, and served as a servant to the King of the Yellow River. "

After the village chief finished speaking, he waved his hand and wanted to order the villagers to arrest Suo Luo and the others. Only then did Suo Luo finally understand why Huang Youqian had been paying so much attention to Bai Xue and Tang Ling.

"Wait a minute? Since we are going to die, can we ask some questions so that we can understand our death?" Soma called out immediately.

Huang Youqian hesitated for a moment, knowing that Solo and the others couldn't escape, so he said, "Okay, you can ask as soon as possible..."

"Does the disappearance of the archaeological team have anything to do with you? Also, on the way here, we encountered three middle-aged men who robbed graves. Where did they go?" Solo asked.

"You don't need to ask, they have already accompanied the King of the Yellow River..." Huang Youqian said.

"You threw them all into the ancient well in the valley?" Solo asked.

"You don't need to know about this anymore, arrest them, don't hurt the two Huang He empresses, the man will directly throw Huang He's eyes..." Deep in his eyes, Huang Youqian didn't seem to want to waste time, and directly gave the order.

A few middle-aged people held old shotguns and walked towards Solo and the others with a rope. In their view, the three children of Solo dared not resist because they had guns in their hands.

Solo turned his head and glanced at Bai Xue and Tang Ling, then lowered his voice and said, "Don't hurt anyone, go to the well in front of the valley to have a look..."

After Solo finished speaking, he ran away unjustly, and his figure disappeared in the same place in an instant, in the eyes of the villagers.After Bai Xue and Tang Ling gave Sorobbi a middle finger, their figures also disappeared.

"Mom... ghost..."

The villagers screamed out. The actions of the three Solos were really incredible. They had overturned the villagers' thinking, and they directly regarded the three Solos as ghosts, linking them with the evil objects at the bottom of the Yellow River.

thump……

The villagers all knelt down...

"Ah... the old ones are gone..."

At this time, Mr. Zhao, who was escorted by two middle-aged men, also disappeared in place, and the rope tied to him remained in place intact. The two middle-aged men who were watching him watched The bottom disappeared.

This time even Huang Youqian was afraid, so he knelt down and led the villagers to kowtow, and finally got up: "From now on, we will sacrifice to the King of the Yellow River in advance, and go to the Temple of the King of the Yellow River in the east of the village..."

After Huang Youqian finished speaking, he took Ren Yuan and ran back, and went out of Yixiantian to the east of the village, even the people on the top of Yixiantian Mountain withdrew.

Elder Zhao, So Luo and others had joined together a long time ago, leaning against the distant stone wall, watching the villagers gradually walk away, and then came out from the shadows.

"They took us as the King of the Yellow River and manifested..." Solo said.

"It's regarded as something unclean in the Yellow River..." Solo's voice fell, and the old water ghost in the distant wind tunnel appeared there ghostly.

Solo led the four people to the valley without rushing, and returned to the old water ghost: "Senior, do you know spells or are you too fast? Why didn't we find out when you came out?" Solo checked again The old water ghost's cultivation should not be a master, but his speed...

"Water ghost, half water and half ghost, theoretically speaking, I'm not a human..." The old water ghost said, still not looking at the crowd.

Solo didn't understand what the old water ghost said, but Zhao Lao nodded slightly.

"Senior, the three tomb robbers and the archaeological team were thrown into the ancient well in the valley?" Solo asked.

"That's the Eye of the Yellow River, not the ancient well, it's so evil, you can only have awe in your heart, stay away from it..." After the old water ghost's dark voice fell, he turned around and went back.

The black dog lay on the side of the boat and looked at it, its eyes were shining with a faint light.

"Go, go to the valley to have a look..."

Solo almost no longer had any illusions about the archaeological team and the three Zhang brothers surviving. If he entered the village earlier, or the black dog led the way to the valley, he would rush over directly, or let the Zhang brothers return. There is life.

However, Solo didn't feel too much guilt in his heart. He turned around and pulled Tang Ling and Bai Xue into the valley along the sky and against the whirlwind.

Elder Zhao stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to call Solo to stop, but in the end he followed behind without saying anything.

Just after walking out of the first line of sky, the valley in front of us was full of light. More than a dozen piles of bonfires were burning, making crackling noises. A dozen villagers were sitting by the bonfires, surrounded by an old well...