Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1306 Holy Fire Town

The sky was pouring down again with heavy rain.

The hearts of the seven members of the ninth game were covered with a layer of haze, and the gods were angry. Such a statement made them all begin to believe that the gods really existed in this world. Otherwise, why would heavy rain and dark clouds only shroud the mountains of the gods?Otherwise, why were I and others trapped in the mountain, unable to go up or down?Otherwise, why would there be so many thatched cottages suddenly?

Every household, the doors are closed tightly, the rain falls from the thatched roof, and the sky is pitch black. The so-called Holy Fire Town is like a dead town.

"Let's find a place to shelter from the rain first." Henry Zhang said, the rain was too heavy, and several members of the Ninth Bureau obviously had signs of cold, and if this continued, there was no way to avoid a cold and fever.

They knocked on several doors in a row, but no one was willing to open the door for them, and there was not even the slightest movement from those doors. Except for the person they saw when they first came in, they never saw anyone else silhouette.

In the dark, under the heavy rain, this place seems to be a place where the dead live.

"Your Majesty, look at that." A team member shook his body and stretched his fingers forward.

They walked through all the thatched huts, and on a mountain wall, they saw the stone statue in the concave mountain again, and the big stone that they had marked before was also there, half buried in the soil, half exposed.

This stone statue is like a nightmare, invading their souls and making them feel fear.

Walking to the side of the stone statue, at the foot of the stone statue, there is the lighter that Zhao Ji smashed before.

Everyone's heart was extremely heavy. They never thought that they would hate a stone statue so much.

Zhao Ji, who had been anxious for a long time, jumped up and kicked the stone statue's head.

"Boss, it can't be done." A member of the Ninth Bureau hurriedly stood in front of Zhao Ji, "Boss, this statue is the endorsement of the gods, and it cannot be destroyed. Once the gods are angered, we will all die here."

"Stupid gods!" Zhao Ji cursed, "A bunch of pretenders."

"It's definitely not pretending to be a ghost, boss." The timid woman trembled, "There must be gods. We angered the gods this time, and the gods are punishing us. We must never disrespect the gods again."

"Your Majesty, what do you think? Should we follow the instructions of the gods?"

“Let’s talk about it.” Henry Zhang leaned against the stone wall, closed his eyes, “We’ll talk about it at dawn.”

Henry Zhang said this, and everyone didn’t say anything more. Yes, everything will be said at dawn. This sentence is also often said by ordinary people in Yanxia. If something happens, let’s talk at dawn.

For everyone tonight, both physically and psychologically, they were extremely tired. When the spirit relaxed, the tiredness swept over quickly. Everyone leaned against the mountain wall, listening to the sound outside. The sound of rain, falling asleep.

The next day, Henry Zhang was woken up by a noise, opened his eyes, and looked in front of him, crowded with people, a group of people in sackcloth with hoes and rakes in their hands, surrounded himself and others, whining Li wala said something, some languages, even Henry Zhang couldn’t understand.

Zhao Ji and the others were also woken up one after another. The heavy rain had stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky did not know when to dissipate. The warm sunlight shone on everyone, making them feel warm after being drenched in the rain for several hours last night. comfort.

"Who are you and what are you doing in front of the statue of light!" A woman in her 50s and carrying a hoe said, Henry Zhang understood this sentence.

"Ancestral hall?" Henry Zhang turned his head and looked in a daze. He found that he was sitting in a building similar to an ancestral hall. The appearance of holding the holy flame, bringing light to the world.

Everyone in the Ninth Bureau also noticed the changes around them, which filled their hearts with endless doubts. They obviously fell asleep in the groove of the mountain last night. How did they wake up? They were in a ancestral hall, and the stone statue behind them also changed .

"They blasphemed the gods, beat them to death, and used them to worship the gods!" Someone in the crowd yelled, and a group of people with hoes and rakes rushed into the ancestral hall.

Although everyone in Bureau Nine couldn't understand what these people were saying, they knew what they were going to do by looking at their actions.

In this situation of language barrier, it is undoubtedly difficult to explain. In addition, these people are emotional. What everyone in the Ninth Bureau thinks is to solve the immediate problem first. They are all trained elites. There is still a big gap, but in terms of strength, it is not comparable to ordinary people. They want to subdue these people in front of them first.

But the result of doing it was completely unexpected to them.

A peasant woman with a hoe kicked over a nine-game elite with one kick.

Three strong men with sticks came towards Henry Zhang. Their strength was so terrible that Henry Zhang felt the pressure, but they didn’t know any fighting skills at all, just like reckless people fighting, punching and kicking, although they There is no fighting skill, but the speed and strength are extremely fast. The nine rounds of the fight are not enough for everyone. Only Henry Zhang and Zhao Ji will not be completely suppressed by the opponent. The remaining seven people, both men and women, are short Within a short period of time, he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was tied up and thrown out of the ancestral hall.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuanke and Zhao Ji also gave up resistance. After being punched twice, they were also tied up and taken outside the ancestral hall.

Outside the ancestral hall, there are countless farmhouses. In front of the farmhouses, there are still children playing, and the thatched cottages I saw last night have disappeared again. Not far away, there is a large terraced field with people farming inside.

Faced with such a situation, everyone in the Ninth Bureau gradually became a little numb. From the moment they stepped into the Mountain of Gods, everything began to go wrong.

Several hibiscus trees were planted in front of the ancestral hall.

A very old man with gray hair walked up to the bound people and said a lot of things.

Zhao Ji and the others couldn't understand either.

Only Henry Zhang would occasionally reply to the other party, but the frequency of dialogue was not high.

After a while, the old man turned and left, and the rest of the people went back to the field with the tools in their hands.

"Your Majesty, what is going on, what did you tell them?"

"Their language is very old, and I can't understand many syllables." Henry Zhang shook his head, "But what they probably mean is that we sleep in the place of the gods and disturb the cleanliness of the gods. Now we are going to ask the gods, what should we do? deal with us."

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that we have really come to the place of the dead. According to legend, the Fusang tree is the gate connecting the human world and the underworld. We just came out from there. Here, it should be the underworld... Otherwise, how to explain these things? The existence of humans? There have never been any residents on the mountains of the gods in the ancient rare country!"

(End of this chapter)