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

Huang Dashan lost his tail, lost his ability to change, and could no longer look like a human, so he had no hands, only claws.

He scratched Sun Changhai one thousand three hundred times with his claws.

It squeaked while scratching.

After every few dozen scratches, he would stop to take a breath and ask Sun Changhai a question.

One thousand three hundred times, with more than [-] pauses, he asked Sun Changhai more than [-] questions, asking him everything he knew.

After it was over, Sun Changhai had been scratched into a bloody man. Almost all the skin on his body was scratched, and his whole body looked like a skinned blood monkey.

Li Muchen stood by the side without saying a word.

Huang Dashan helped with all the questions that needed to be asked.

What is certain now is that Lin Manqing is temporarily safe and was taken to Mobei by Lu Xian to worship the gods.

This Lu Xian is one of the five envoys of the Demon Sect. The man killed by Grandpa Youquan and Zhu Xiaoyuan more than ten years ago was Lu Xian's brother, named Lu Wang.

Unfortunately, Sun Changhai didn't know the specific location of the altar, so it was troublesome and Li Muchen had to find it by himself.

Lu Xian left Feitian, and his aura could not be traced.

Fortunately, he knew about Mobei. After arriving in Mobei and narrowing down the scope, Li Muchen still had two clues to follow. One was that Lin Manqing was infected with his demonic blood. As long as he activated the demonic energy, he could produce a certain reaction. Second, Lu Xian took away Huang Dashan's tail.

The most important thing about Huang Dashan's cultivation is his tail. The hundreds-year-old yellow demon rat tail is also a very good material for magical weapons, especially shamanism, which likes this kind of spiritual and demonic thing.

But Lu Xian didn't know whether he had forgotten it or didn't care at all. The evil spirit of this rat tail was very strong, and every wolf hair was stained with the unique smell of Huang Dashan. When he is flying, the scent cannot be traced, but as long as he lands and walks, the scent will remain.

However, Lu Xian's ability to fly into the sky shows that he is also in the innate realm. Shamans belong to the witchcraft, and they should have their base camp in Mobei. I don't know how many there are. Is Lu Xian the strongest shaman among them?

Li Muchen took out an elixir, fed it to Huang Dashan, and said, "You took this elixir a little too early now, so it's a bit wasteful. But your tail has been cut off, which is considered as compensation for you. After eating it, you can temporarily recover five Become a mana, and take good care of yourself when you go back, and wait until I get your tail back and attach it to you."

"Can you really pick it up?" Huang Dashan had given up hope at first, but when he heard Li Muchen say this, he suddenly became happy.

"As long as they don't stew it and eat it." Li Muchen said.

Huang Dashan suddenly became worried again and murmured: "It's over, it's over, my meat is so fragrant, they will definitely stew it and eat it. I heard that it is cold in Mobei, and people there like to eat meat, and they especially like to eat tails." !”

"Master, you must save my tail! Of course, what's more, it's important to save the young lady first. If it's too late, just eat my tail if someone eats it."

Li Muchen shook his head. With the smell of Huang Dashan's tail, he couldn't imagine who could eat it.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

"Wait, young master, what should we do with the two of them?" Huang Dashan asked, pointing to the bloody Sun Changhai and the unconscious Wu Yuchun.

Li Muchen glanced at them and said, "Take them back to Li's house and give them to Li Asi."

After saying that, he stood up with his sword and flew towards the north.

Huang Dashan looked at the direction in which Li Muchen disappeared, and couldn't help but sigh and long for it: "Although the young master's flying is not as good-looking as the madam's, he is so fast! When can I fly to the sky and escape from the earth?"

"Oh, God is unfair! The young master is only in his early twenties, and the wife was very young back then. They can already fly. I think I am one of the best in the weasel world. How come I can't transform after hundreds of years of practice? ! Fortunately, I am handsome..."

He touched his face and found that it was swollen like a panda. Anger rose in his heart, and he turned around and came to Sun Changhai.

"Do you know which levels there are in the eighteen levels of hell? Let me tell you, there are tongue pulling, cramps, oil pan, torture, mountain of knives, sea of ​​fire..."

Huang Dashan said while counting his paws.

"...Oh, I can't seem to remember clearly, but I know about the seventeenth level. Aren't you sentenced to the seventeenth level of hell? You must taste the first sixteen levels, and finally the seventeenth level. , the seventeenth level is called, Maggot Hell!"

Sun Changhai was covered in blood and flesh without a single piece of intact skin. His only clean and intact eyes showed extreme fear.

He roared in a hoarse throat filled with blood: "Kill me, please!"

……

A huge high platform stands on a vast wasteland.

On the periphery of the high platform, there are western animal flags erected. Each flag is woven with animal and witchcraft symbols, fluttering in the air like a flag.

In the center of the high platform, there is a pillar, as thick as two people can hug each other, and more than ten meters high.

At the top of the pillar, a woman was tied.

This woman is none other than Lin Manqing.

Several wizards wearing animal skins, feathers on their heads, and necks covered with various animal bones and teeth were sitting around the high platform, chanting incantations.

There were many people on the periphery of the high platform who were also wearing animal skins and with oil paint on their faces, but there were no feathers on their heads, and there were not as many ornaments on their necks and wrists as those wizards.

They formed a circle, forming a human barrier to ensure there was enough space around the high platform.

Outside, there were crowds of onlookers.

These people are all believers of the shaman, some are nearby residents, and some come from far away places just to witness this great miracle.

Everyone has heard that God’s call came from the grassland. The legendary omnipotent goddess, the ancestor of witchcraft, is about to awaken.

The wizards will hold a ceremony here to worship the gods.

The spells coming from the altar were like the whine of the wind, floating in the wasteland.

People looked up and looked at the woman tied to the tall sacred pillar.

It is said that this woman was brought back from the Central Plains. The woman's body is filled with the blood of demons, and her blood can awaken the will of God.

A long time ago, the devil came to the world. The goddess, the ancestor of witches, led all the tribesmen to fight the devil.

The blood dyed the forests and fields red. Wherever the devil's blood flowed, no food or fruit could grow, only weeds grew wildly.

The demon was finally defeated, but the goddess fell asleep ever since.

Legend has it that on the day God awakens, icebergs will melt, clear springs will flow through the desert, and flowers will bloom throughout the wilderness.

Those who believe in God will follow God to a beautiful new world. Their descendants will also live among green mountains and green waters.

Two wizards carried a large bucket up to the altar, poured the oil in the bucket from the hole in the Babel Pillar, and then lit the fire.

With a bang, the flames jumped up, burning upward along the pillar, and soon burned the woman tied to the pillar.

The woman looked very painful in the flames.

The spells of the Western Zhou Dynasty became louder and louder, resounding through the sky.

In the sky, a figure emerged.

This man was also dressed as a wizard, with more accessories on his body and hands.

He stepped on the clouds and danced the dance of God in the sky.