Chapter 100 Group fight

Author: Leader of Tofu Brain Salted Party

Chapter 100 Group fight

There are more than 300 families and more than 1,000 people in Zhangjia Village.

It is surrounded by mountains on both sides, and the Sishui River to the south of the village is built on the left bank of the river.

As one of the "Four Descendants and Eight Streams", the temples of the Sishui River God are spread all over the banks of the Sishui River. Zhangjia Village is one of the first villages to establish the Lifei Temple after the Dayan Dynasty enfeoffed the gods of the four seas and eight deserts.

It was the moon above my eyebrows. It was late at night, and in the temple of Concubine Li at the east end of the village.

"Wang Po, please let my family go, I'm not respectful."

A young man in a long-sleeved robe, holding a bag of silver dollars in his hand, nodded and bowed, and handed it to the old woman with a wrinkled face in front of him.

The witch Wang slammed the purse in his hand and smiled treacherously: "Xiao Wu, you know that the River God wants more servants this year."

When Zhang Xiaowu heard that Wang Pozi was wrong, he suddenly became anxious and said, "But Wang Po, it shouldn't be my turn no matter what, right?"

The witch Wang pinched the silver dollars one by one, and said while counting:

"My Mrs. Wang is reasonable. Your family paid the River God's sacrifice gold last year, so it is naturally not yours."

"They left, and offered the land and house to the temple, and paid a sum of gold for the future. They left with confidence. Of course I would not stop your family."

"But, it's wrong for you to take your fiancée away with your family."

"Their family should be welcomed for the River God Festival in the next year. If their family can't pay the money, then your fiancée should go to serve the River God God honestly."

Zhang Xiaowu's face turned blue and white, and he wanted to punch her old face, but when he thought of the rumors about the rumor of the Wang witch in the village, he still endured it and said in a low voice:

"...Wang Po, please speak up. How much does it cost to let Ajuan and I leave Zhangjia Village."

"Well," said the witch Wang's eyes rolling around, "At the lowest level, you have to add another..."

"Bang-"

After a loud bang, the temple's vermilion gate was kicked out suddenly, and two heroic figures rushed in.

It was Zhong Ming and Bai Shan.

"Bold! Who dares to be right..."

A shiny sword light suddenly illuminated the dim temple.

"ah-"

The red hot blood gushed out with the broken arm. The King of Goddess, who was splattered with his own blood, sat on the ground and howled, and didn't dare to let go any fart anymore.

"Can you listen to your nonsense when you smash the situation? Can you still be angry with you?" Zhong Ming thought disdainfully.

"Brother Zhong!" Zhang Xiaowu said in surprise.

"Xiao Wu, why are you here?"

“That’s it…”

Just when Zhong Ming and Zhang Xiaowu were briefly reminiscing about the past, the witch Wang who was rolling on the ground muttered and chanted the curse, and shriveled paper men rushed out of her chest.

In a blink of an eye, the group of paper men wearing red flowers and green willows, with red cheeks and cardamom, and blood-red eyes surrounded Zhong Ming and his group.

"Haha," the witch Wang stopped crying and said with a smirk, "Bitch, how dare you offend me, I want to dig your lungs through your heart..."

"Are you coming or I?" Bai Shan communicated with Zhong Ming with his eyes.

Zhong Ming shrugged and signaled with his eyes: "I'll do it."

"Clang—"

Another ray of sword light as bright as the Milky Way bloomed in an instant and passed away in a flash.

Then the twenty or thirty paper men with awesomeness blew up and broke into countless colorful pieces.

Zhong Ming took out his ears, turned his head and asked the witch Wang, "What did you say just now?"

...

"Hero, please, please, please, please."

The witch Wang covered her broken arm, grinned and tried hard to squeeze out an ugly smile, leading Zhong Ming and Baishan into the Sishui River God Hall.

As for Zhang Xiaowu, of course, he was sent by Zhong Ming and took the opportunity to escape with his family and his fiancée.

This main hall has three rooms, east and west rooms are ear rooms, and in the middle is a temple.

There are three shrines in the main hall.

The Great Yan Dynasty is the most respected in the center, with the left as the second, and the right as the second.

Therefore, the middle niche is for the Great Yan Taizu God Card, the left niche is for the Huai Ku God Card, and the right niche is for the Imperial Concubine Li.

"Start your performance." Zhong Ming hugged his hands and stared at the witch Wang.

The witch Wang suppressed her anger and took out three incense sticks from the sacred platform, broke them into two shorts and one long, lit them, inserted them on the incense burner, knelt on the futon, muttering something.

"It is true that people are afraid of two shorts, and they are afraid of two shorts. The contact information between these ghosts and Mrs. Wang is really suitable for the situation." Zhong Ming murmured in his heart.

The fragrance soon burned most of the time, but there was no movement.

Feeling Zhong Ming's murderous aura becoming more and more intense, the witch Wang felt sweating profusely, and even the pain of the broken arm was relieved by three points. In her heart, she begged the envoy to come soon and eliminate these bold and arbitrary madmen.

Just as the fragrance was about to burn out, a wisp of blue smoke suddenly appeared from the smoke of the incense burner, and then turned into a plain white and green shirt, light makeup, simple makeup, and clever eyes, looking at it, and looking charming.

"Didn't I say don't come to me recently? Old lady, are you looking for death?" The phantom had not yet fully formed, and the scolding floated out first.

Although this skin has changed a lot, under Zhong Ming's true vision, this is clearly his old enemy, the fire ghost Zhao Silin.

Zhong Mingchao Bai Shan winked, then suddenly rushed forward, exerting all his strength, and took the lead in slashing the statue of the gods and incense burners in the shrine with one sword. The fierce sword light burst into silver flowers in the hall.

In an instant, the shrine was destroyed by Zhong Ming.

The fire ghost who had just condensed into a body had not seen the situation clearly before he felt that his retreat was shattered, and the ghost's heart was immediately in chaos.

"You!" The Fire Ghost cursed gritted his teeth, "The dead old woman dared to betray me. Without us and without Concubine Li, you are just an old dog begging along the street!"

"Sir, I..."

"ah-"

Before the King of Goddess could defend himself, the fire ghost was lit in a thought, and the old woman's body was covered with a very fast speed, and she lost her anger in an instant.

"Hi, old acquaintance, no, old acquaintance, evening, oh, good morning!"

While talking to the Fire Ghost jokingly, Zhong Ming walked to her side and sealed her position with Bai Shan one by one.

"Young Master, you have recognized the wrong person. I have never known you before..."

The Fire Ghost obviously wanted to struggle hard with his new skin, but Zhong Ming had already swept the violent blood and slashed at her with one sword.

Seeing that the fire ghost's eyes failed to fool, the ghost's body's old injury had not yet healed, he immediately planned to use the same trick again, and was stabbed by Zhong Ming with both feet, and floated towards the roof with pain.

"Hey-"

Bai Shan bulged with blood-red and condensed energy, dragging him up quickly, and kicked her hard on the ground with a "crazy sand all over the sky", carrying the surging blood, and kicked her hard on the ground again.

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Group fights are so cool!
Chapter completed!