"My doctor, my hand is broken. You can treat me quickly!"

"My legs are gone, so why should I be in front of me?"

"And I, and I! My internal organs must be broken!"

"By the way, I'll treat my stomach problems too!"

One hour later, Longle Village was particularly lively. After receiving Chen Shuqing's request for help, Sun Xiaoshu and Su Sanniang arrived in time. As soon as Sun Xiaoshu arrived, he cured a young girl who had lost her arm and was healthy. The villagers saw it and suddenly felt like a god descending. There was no way to care about Su Sanniang, who was very charming. One and two surrounded Sun Xiaoshu and asked him to treat the damage he suffered in the earthquake first. It seemed that as long as it was a little late, the limited divine power would be exhausted, and good things would never be on his head.

"Oh my, don't squeeze, don't squeeze! Come in order! All the injuries, this young man will cure you!"

Seeing that Sun Xiaoshu was tired of dealing with everyone, the village chief Long Zhengchu quickly maintained order for him. After the noise of the villagers subsided slightly, Sun Xiaoshu had a calm space to cast spells.

Soon, more than 50 villagers who were injured to varying degrees had been properly treated, and those villagers who were not injured but suffered from various common diseases also "came to come" and lined up in a long queue to ask Sun Xiaoshu for help.

Sun Xiaoshu will never refuse anyone.

Finally, it was Long Zhengchu who personally asked: "Hehe, my legs and feet are not very flexible, and I don't have the strength to do it in winter. I'll treat it to me."

Sun Xiaoshu is naturally obliged to do this.

As more and more villagers recovered from their health, the grief brought by the earth movement was somewhat resolved, especially those villagers who escaped from death and had no relatives killed in the earth movement, but were cured for many years of stubborn illnesses. They secretly became happy in disguise.

After a while, Long Xueru brought Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing to Long Zhengchu and reported: "It has been found out that there are 62 villagers who died today, and more than a hundred houses collapsed."

Long Zhengchu nodded slightly, his body trembled for a moment, and then deeply lamented: "A grievance... is really a grievance! I thought that Hanba would take special care of our Longle Village and would never invade us. Unexpectedly, today our village has become the worst-hit one in so many years..."

Long Xueru asked loudly: "Village Chief, since Hanba really exists, then our ancestor, the great god Yinglong, should also exist, right?"

Long Xueru's question was to accept his proposal to Pu Zixuan - to ask Yinglong for help, and send Pu Zixuan and other forces intending to attack Hanba into Mirlong's mouth.

However, first of all, we must confirm Yinglong's existence, otherwise there will be no way to talk about everything that follows.

Long Zhengchu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Long Xueru with an incredible look and teased: "Xueru, didn't you scold us old antiques a few days ago? What kind of wind is blowing today that makes your attitude turn so much?"

Long Xueru smiled and said, "I admit that what I said a few days ago is a bit inappropriate. However, if you want to eliminate the drought and avenge the dead villagers, this matter is indeed very important. I hope the village chief will give you some advice."

Long Zhengchu nodded, took a deep breath of his long cigarette pole, spit out a flowing smoke ring, and then slowly said: "In our era, unlike you young people now, you can come into contact with many foreign thoughts. At the point of being the descendants of Master Yinglong, at least I, Long Zhengchu, and those friends who grew up together, have never had any doubts. Master Yinglong must exist. But, what is the purpose of you suddenly asked about this?"

Long Xueru refused to answer, and instead asked Long Dagui in the crowd, he said, "I remember when you were a child, you told me that the dragon was not the dragon clan, but a terrible monster called '结', right?"

Long Dagui was stunned and replied, "Yes, I heard it from my father."

Long Xueru looked around and saw hundreds of pairs of villagers looking directly at him, looking forward to what he said, so he said openly: "Friends, hasn't our Long family always been circulating a ancestral teaching? 'Nine-star pearls can be true dragons, can destroy dragons, and save the people from water and fire.' The dragon is the top form of the drought bar on a full moon night - the savage, which is even more powerful than the dragon clan! Only when nine powerful warriors unite can they defeat it! Now Mr. Pu Zixuan and his group of seven are here to fight against the drought bars, plus Xiong Xiao and I, Long Xueru, there are a total of nine warriors. This is the best time given to us by God!"

After making a generous speech, Long Xueru changed the subject again: "Helplessly, we have found out that the old nest of Hanba is not the devil city in the desert that everyone is talking about. It is just a mirage created by a mirage dragon. The real devil city is called the Eternal City, hidden in the body of the mirage dragon. Only by entering from the mirage dragon's mouth can we find Hanba. Because of this, we need the help of the great god Yinglong to send us into the mirage dragon's mouth!"

If Long Xueru usually heard such mysterious words, the villagers would definitely regard it as nonsense. However, this time, everyone had just experienced a major event that surpassed their common sense and saw the "divine power" of Pu Zixuan, Sun Xiaoshu and others. None of the hundreds of villagers questioned this, and the only opinions were also centered on the safety of a group of people.

"So that's the case, no wonder no one has ever entered that devil city..."

"It's really dangerous to have to enter the Mirage Dragon's body to find the drought bar!"

"With the power of the great god Yinglong, he can indeed help them, but who knows whether he is still alive?"

Even Long Dagui advised: "Xueru, although we all hate Drought and wish we could tear him to pieces, this matter is really too dangerous! We can't let you and the heroes take such risks for our own hatred, so let's forget it. Even if you don't help, none of us will blame you."

These warm words quickly attracted the approval of all the villagers, and even Long Zhengchu agreed: "Yes, heroes, you have done a lot of things for Longle Village. We can't let you take such a big risk again, so let's forget it."

Long Xueru said seriously: "Everyone, we are deeply grateful for your kindness, but we did not decide to take risks just for revenge. These heroes have reasons to fight against Hanba, but I don't want to repeat today's tragedy in the future. Just imagine, with the subtle relationship between our Longle Village and Hanba, how can we ensure that he will not attack us again in the future? Hanba has now become a major concern in our Longle Village. This time, the Nine Stars gathering will not go to the verge of the attack, so when will it take?"

Long Xueru's words were very reasonable, and the onlookers gradually lost their objections. Then, an old man whispered: "Since that's the case, why don't you go to Crescent Spring? If the great god Yinglong is still alive, then I really couldn't imagine that he would go to anything else except Crescent Spring."

As soon as these words were spoken, a young man immediately retorted: "Uncle Quanhua, it's impossible! I often go to the Crescent Spring to swim, but I have never seen any Master Yinglong!"

Long Quanhua snorted proudly, "What is your swimming? At most, you are floating water! Uncle Quanhua, when I was young, the first-class swimming athletes in the village could dive to the bottom of the Crescent Spring in one breath! The people who can reach the bottom of the village are me, and the other is your Uncle Qinglin. After Long Qinglin's death, the whole village has seen the people at the bottom of the Crescent Spring, and I am the only old thing. Let me tell you, there is a huge secret door at the bottom. A sacred race like the Dragon Clan, how can we mortals see their traces casually? I believe that there is another world under the Crescent Spring, and the Great God Yinglong lives there!"

The information contained in this sentence was really exciting. Pu Zixuan immediately suggested to Chen Shuqing: "Xiaojiu, did you hear it? There is a secret door at the bottom of the Crescent Spring, why don't we go and take a look?"

Chen Shuqing said angrily: "So what if there is a secret door? I am not a fish and shrimp monster. Can I still sneak into the bottom of the lake, open the secret door, go in and find Yinglong, and chat with him?"

"But, did you turn into a fish demon on the Dadu River in Leshan, lurking in the river and perform a good show with me about the fish demon eating Tian Jinkun?"

"Oh, don't mention it. That time I almost suffocated me to death!" Chen Shuqing became even more angry when she mentioned this and explained sternly, "I have said many times. I can only change my appearance in anything, how do I build the internal organs of the fish and why can I breathe in the water? I don't have this knowledge. Even if I turn into fish and shrimp, I can't breathe in the water for too long. If you think of the secret door, I'm afraid you have to think of some other solutions."

Pu Zixuan was immediately said to lose his temper. After thinking about it, he felt unwilling to say, "No, we have already dealt with Dajiang River many times along the way, and we go all the way to heaven and earth, and we can do everything. Why is a small crescent spring stumping us now..."

Just when he was worried, Sun Xiaoshu suddenly said carefully: "I have a way to sneak into the bottom of the lake. Just say it out, don't scold me..."
Chapter completed!