The villagers' team arranged several night-time men to take care of the fire, constantly adding firewood to prevent the bonfire from extinguishing and freezing everyone. In addition to taking care of the fire, they would also gather together to chat in groups to prevent them from falling asleep due to sleepiness. Due to the sufficient staff, night-time men are very diligent in taking turns, but no one is sleep-deficient.

However, she was holding a wine gourd in her hand and leaning against the hills. She paid more attention to the large-tied figure in the venue. Fortunately, as a precious tribute, she was taken good care of by this group of people, with enough bedding and the warmest location.

The next morning, just as Dongfang turned white, the villagers stood up one after another, and were busy with the slight skylight and the bonfire next to them. They packed the bedding, packed the remaining firewood into piles, and then washed their faces and cooked.

When the sky was already bright, they gathered together, brought incense and candles, carried the slide rod and set off.

The remaining roads are still a little more rugged and even dangerous than when they came, but it is not a big problem for these villagers who live in the mountains all year round. They cross mountains and ridges at a very fast speed. The square long ones are like walking on flat ground, slowly following behind, and no one can find him.

"It's not far ahead. After crossing this beam, there is the cave where the mountain master lives."

An elderly person told the young villagers who participated for the first time this year that the latter just raised his face and looked ahead, then bowed his head to continue the journey. The mountain road was rugged and no one walked all year round, so he needed to concentrate. For the mountain people, injury was a big deal.

Fang Chang jumped gently and came to the ridge.

On the left is the climbing team of villagers, and on the right is a valley, which has been filled with snow by the wind, leaving only a short path to pass. At the end of the path, there is a rectangular hole with a tilted downwards inside, and there is no way to see the situation. The long ears in the square are very strong, but you can hear objects moving inside.

Well, this should be the destination of the villagers, and the living thing inside should be the "mountain master" they call it.

He stood on the ridge, leaving the road open, and then remained motionless.

The villagers took half a cup of tea to climb up. They looked at the cave ahead and started organizing the action with the experienced ones. Most of them stopped here, arranged containers to light incense and candles, and then several people carried the slide rod out with great strength, led by a leader, stepped across the path and walked to the entrance of the cave.

The leader knelt at the entrance of the cave, bowed three times in a row, and then shouted loudly into it:

"The villagers of Shangshan Village, Xiashan Village, pay homage to the mountain master!"

On the ridge behind, the mountain people who knelt down with his movements shouted in a different order, surrounded by thin smoke: "Gourmet to the Lord of the Mountain!"

The living creature in the cave was shaken, as if she remembered what day it was today. She walked a few steps inside and said:

"Old rules."

The sound is muffled, and it seems that the nose is not very smooth as people say.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

The leader stood up and shouted in a low voice to the strong men behind who were carrying the slide rod. These strong men and the little girls on the slide rod were among the few who had not bowed.

The strong men took the order, called out, put down the slide rod, and then worked together to pick up the large-tied body.

The leader shouted loudly in the cave:

"Master Yingming Mountain, please accept our wishes and hope that the two villages will have good weather and good harvests in the coming year!"

After the words came, several strong men shouted and threw Yang Xiangyu, who was tied up in large numbers, into the entrance of the cave.

Fang Chang also walked into the cave together.

The little girl was not injured and was caught by the "mountain master" casting spell.

The villagers outside prayed for a few more times, packed their things and retreated. They would go to Fengtoupo at noon and return to the village in the afternoon after resting and having lunch. However, Fang Chang was not ready to follow him, and he was more interested in what happened here at the moment.

The so-called "mountain master" is indeed a monster.

The full and unconcealed demonic aura in the cave illustrates this point, especially when the other party just casts a spell to catch the little girl, the demonic aura surging, which shows that this demon has a very deep cultivation.

Fang Chang untied the Lingquan sword behind him, held it in his left hand, and looked at the situation inside.

The little girl Yang Xiangyu was brave. After landing, she stood there because of the demonic power, and did not struggle, but just looked ahead.

The furnishings in the cave are a bit weird. Some house fires are huge in shape, which seems to be used for giant creatures, while others are no different from those used by ordinary people. There are ropes in the cave, sausages, dried vegetables, ears of grain, some firewood piled up in the corners of the pot and stove, wooden wedges on the walls of the cave, some hammers, saws, hoes and other tools, and several jars and jars are placed beside the holes. The smell should be like pickled radishes.

There are traces of excavation in the cave, including many huge claw marks, which seem to be not natural caves. Thinking of the path outside that is not covered with snow in the valley, the construction material should be the rocks in the cave.

A fierce and thick man was sitting on a stool, rubbing the ears of grain next to the basket. He threw the corn in his hand into the basket, got up and walked towards the girl.

Fang Chang raised his eyebrows.

There was no pervert around the other party - that was the sign of killing and eating to open up the wisdom of creatures.

Any sentient beings in the mortal world who have wisdom will have a heavy cause and effect entanglement, and there will be joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, especially humans. If monsters often kill and eat humans, they will be overwhelmed by resentment, and will be entangled in the spirit of blindness, until they are mad and weak.

The man in front had a clear gaze. Although he was full of demonic power, his aura was clean, and he didn't look like a person who committed many evil deeds.

Somewhat strange.

He walked to Yang Xiangyu a few steps, reached out and pointed, and the rope on the other party was untied into a ball and jumped into his hand. The man pulled the rope in his hand and said with a smile:

"Are you the tribute from Shangshan Village and Xiashan Village this year? Are you from Shangshan Village or from Xiashan Village?"

"I am from the Xiashan Village... Are you the mountain owner?" The little girl moved her limbs that were sore and numb due to long-term binding. The answer was flowing.

“That’s right.”

"Do you want to eat me?"

"Hahahahahaha." The thick man walked to the edge of the hole, hung the plated rope on the wooden wedges among the pile of tools, and laughed: "It's not delicious, why should I eat you?"

"Then why do you want me to be a tribute?"

"This mountain master has its own uses, so don't complain about hardship and fatigue in the future."

While speaking, the mountain master walked to the girl again and stretched out his hand.

To be safe, Fang Chang no longer waited, and eliminated the effect of "Why do you have to know each other when you meet" and changed to the opposite "Who doesn't know you in the world". With this effect, you will be the focus of the field wherever you go.

For a moment, the monster and the little girl were attracted to each other and looked at Fang Chang.

The monster's hand stretched out to stop in the air, and the little girl said in surprise: "Uncle?"

Seeing Fang Chang holding the sword in his hand, it was half unsheathed. The blade was full of spiritual energy, and the sharp stinging corners of his eyes hurt. The monster swallowed and stepped back halfway:

"The hero stops, stop for the time being, say what you have, say what you have..."
Chapter completed!