The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

A thin, faint black line flew southwest along the ridge of Mount Wutai at an extremely fast speed. In a flash, it flew over countless mountains and disappeared into a dense forest in a valley.

A cold wind blew in the valley, and crows flew in panic, deer ran, and foxes ran, fleeing in panic to both sides of the canyon.

Where the cold wind swirled, the animals that failed to escape were instantly turned into bones.

The green trees wither and the flowers die.

A figure appeared among the desolate bones and rocks. It was Luo Shihao who had just escaped from the Wutai Mountain Prison.

Luo Shihao sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, brows furrowed, and his face as pale as paper.

Although he did not die, he had been suppressed in the Living Prison for more than a thousand years. He had just fought a series of battles. The Seal of Vairocana, the accumulated power of a thousand Buddhas, and the impact of the Soul of Heavenly Witch Ziyun and Vermillion Bird had exhausted his magic power, and even the ghost cultivator's body was seriously injured.

Whenever he thought of that woman, Luo Shihao felt angry and frightened.

He didn't know where this woman came from. She was clearly from the Heavenly Witch lineage, yet she could control the soul of the Vermillion Bird. She clearly had the power of magic, yet she also had the aura of a righteous person.

What puzzled him most was how this woman knew about Hades Servant?

At that time, he was suppressed in the Living Prison by the Goddess of Pure Light in the form of the King of Light, and he was almost killed. At the critical moment, the Hades Servant appeared and saved his life. He told him the method of prolonging his life by borrowing the living soul, and allowed him to rest assured in the Living Prison waiting for the arrival of the Holy Lord.

No one else should know about this. Could it be that this woman is really someone close to the Holy Lord?

"He must be a traitor!" Luo Shihao thought.

A cold wind surrounded him, and the yin energy of the earth rose with the wind and was absorbed into his body, making him feel much more comfortable.

This was certainly not natural wind, but someone was casting a spell to help him heal his wounds and restore his magic power.

Luo Shihao slowly opened his eyes and saw only barren mountains and rocks, without a single person in sight.

"Which senior saved me? Can you show yourself to me?"

Luo Shihao bowed to the void. He felt that the person who could save him from the Five Peaks Buddha Light and the Heavenly Witch Purple Cloud must be an extraordinary person, maybe the Holy Lord that Ming Pu mentioned.

I only heard a vague voice ringing in my ears, I couldn't determine the direction, as if it came from another world.

"You can't see me. I am just a wisp of ghostly thought from the underworld, formed by the energy of the living souls in the Living Prison. I will soon disappear. Listen..."

"The demonic cloud from a foreign land has enveloped this world. The powerful energy will devour everything. Take your 100,000 ghost soldiers and go to the King of the Underworld. Only there can you find your value."

"Okay! I've wanted to join Hades for a long time, but I'm very weak now. I'm afraid it will take a long time to recover to my former strength."

"Well, you wait here. I will go and lure some people over so that you can eat their souls and restore your vitality."

"This is the only way. But you have to be careful and don't make too much noise, so as not to attract the attention of the Taoist sect." Luo Shihao reminded.

A gust of cold wind blew along the valley. The woods in the distance undulated and surged out of the mountain like a tide.

Luo Shihao regulated his breathing, closed his eyes and waited for Younian to come with his men to take away their souls and flesh.

Although there aren't many people in such a big mountain, with a village having at most a few dozen people, and it's impossible to help him recover completely, but as long as his vitality is restored, he can return to Fengdu.

Once he returns to Fengdu, he will be the king of all ghosts.

Soon, the wind started to blow again, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

A cold wind came with dust, and a little girl was swept away by the wind and fell on the rocky ground in front of Luo Shihao.

The little girl was very scared and started crying.

Seeing that there was only one child, Luo Shihao said in dissatisfaction: "Such a young child, who doesn't have the five yin bodies, is of no use!"

A sinister laugh came from the dark wind in the void: "This is just bait. With this child, the villagers will follow soon."

Sure enough, voices were heard in the woods.

"Everyone hurry up and follow, Nannan flew over from here."

"Hey, I remember there were trees here, why are all the trees dead?"

"Be careful, that wind is very strong. I have never seen one that can blow people up into the sky."

"I asked my wife to go to the Yuewang Temple to pray. If there are any evil spirits, Yuewangye will take care of them."

"Tsk, we should save people as soon as possible. Going to the temple at this time is a waste of time!"

A group of people came out of the dense forest and walked onto the rocky wasteland. They immediately saw the little girl on the ground and Luo Shihao sitting cross-legged.

"Look, Nannan is right there!"

"Who is that?"

……

Luo Shihao had a gloomy look on his face and a cold and chilly aura about him. Although he had been suppressed for a thousand years and was injured, he was still like a god in front of these mortals.

People kept coming out of the woods, and there were about one or two hundred people gathered together, including men and women, old and young.

Luo Shihao looked at these people in "strange clothes" and laughed: "I didn't expect there are so many people in the deep mountains. Look at these people with short hair and strange clothes. Could they be from foreign lands?"

"You have been trapped in the prison for more than a thousand years. The world has changed a long time ago." The voice in the void said, "In this era, no one has to worry about food and clothing. These people are full of vitality, and their souls are fat and strong. There is enough for you to enjoy."

What they said here scared the people over there.

They looked around and saw only Luo Shihao, but heard two voices.

Moreover, the barren rocky hills, dead grass and trees, and animal bones on the ground are really creepy to look at.

But the more people there are, the braver they are. Some of the braver ones stepped forward and asked, "Hey, who are you? Who are you talking to?"

Someone else said, "Don't worry about who he is, just save our daughter."

Others agreed.

The little girl on the ground was still crying, and her cries echoed through the woods and hills and spread far away.

The crowd rushed forward.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew and the chill was biting.

The few people running in the front screamed and fell to the ground.

The people behind didn't know what was going on and stopped in fright.

The flesh and blood of the man lying on the ground withered quickly, and wisps of black smoke floated out and were inhaled into the mouth of the man sitting on the rocks.

People were so frightened that they were silent.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Monster, run!"

The crowd turned around and fled, but they didn't expect a gust of cold wind to blow them up into the air, and then they fell to the ground with a loud bang, each of them so weak that they couldn't move.

At this moment, a shout was heard:

"Who is this demon who dares to do evil under the nose of Emperor Dongyue?!"

Then two people jumped out, with small cheeks, bare shoulders, and short stature, only a little more than half the height of an average person. If you didn't look carefully, you would think they were children in their teens.

The two men flew into the air, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left stretched out his right arm, and the one on the right stretched out his left arm. After the two arms were connected, they seemed to be grown together.

Then one person was divided into two, two into west, west into eight, and the two sides together made sixteen people.

The sixteen people linked their arms and stood in a row, as if they were one.

It cuts across the mountains as one, blocking the sky and earth, and appears like a massive army descending from the sky.