"Bah, bah, bah." Wu Gen spat, picked off a vegetable leaf on his head, and got out from under the pile of vegetables.
Yang Zheng does have some tricks up his sleeve. In just a few days, he has already started to fight with the store that delivers food to the Mo Zhi family. Not only has he entered Zhuwu Fort several times and drawn the topographic map of the interior. Moreover, Wu Gen was quietly stuffed into the food delivery truck and delivered in a grand manner.
Wu Gen quietly came out of the kitchen and looked at the sky. It was already dark. After recalling the map drawn by Yang Zheng and the location where the ancestor might be imprisoned, Wu Gen carefully leaned forward.
After exiting the moon gate of the kitchen courtyard, walking through a long corridor covered with vines, you arrived at the courtyard where the main building is located. Before entering the courtyard, there is a long corridor with houses built on one side and some observation holes on the wall. Someone should be guarding it.
The other side is adjacent to a large pond with many willow trees planted beside it.
Going forward, Yang Zheng couldn't get in, so he had to rely on Wu Gen to explore.
After looking at the patrolling guards in the distance, Wu Gen turned around and ran towards the pond. Stepping lightly on the water, Wu Gen reached the pond and hid behind a willow tree.
The main building is not far away, and there are still some rooms with lights on. Next to the main building, some small buildings extend to connect with it, like an open embrace.
Wu Gen was a little worried. With so many buildings and guards standing everywhere, where was this crazy ancestor? And, what to do with this person once you find him. Since this ancestor can be restrained, there must be some good means.
He touched a porcelain jar on his body, which contained some syrup given by Yang Zheng. This object can obliterate some formations. It was created by the divine religion, but I don't know if it will also be effective against the shepherd's methods.
While he was hesitating, a small figure ran out from in front of the main building and came towards the pond. When the guard guarding the building saw this, he just cupped his hands, but he didn't care at all about this man running around.
The man bypassed the pond and ran directly to a cabin behind the building.
Wu Gen's heart moved and he followed up on tiptoe.
When he arrived in front of the hut, using the light in front of the house, Wu Gen discovered that he was a five or six-year-old boy dressed in white.
The two guards in front of the house saluted the child and said with a wry smile: "Third Young Master, you are here again. If you are discovered by others, you will be punished again. The master of the house gave instructions before leaving that you are not allowed to go in again. We The two of them don’t dare to disobey orders.”
The boy looked upstairs and said cautiously: "Mom has entered samadhi, no one will notice. By the way, don't you two go to the toilet?"
The two guards looked at each other, both speechless, and had no choice but to tell the boy: "Let's go for a while first. Third Young Master, please come up early. Remember not to get close to the ancestor."
The boy nodded and said as if he was endorsing: "Don't worry, you went to the latrine. I went in by myself and it has nothing to do with you."
The two guards had no choice but to turn around and leave. As they were leaving, one of the guards accidentally dropped a six-sided copper seal.
After the two left, the boy excitedly picked up the copper seal and pushed the door straight in. Wu Gen ducked out of the way, arrived at the door of the house silently, and followed him into the house.
Walking to a stone door, the boy hesitated for a moment, but still stood on tiptoes and staggered to stuff the copper seal into a groove on the door. As the light lit up, the stone door separated to both sides, and a long spiral staircase appeared winding down.
On the stone walls on both sides of the stairs, there are oil lamps at regular intervals, making it not very dark.
The boy jumped down and walked down. The sound of brisk footsteps made the originally gloomy stairs come alive.
Wu Gen looked behind him and followed cautiously. Looking at this innocent figure, I felt a little complicated for a moment. There seemed to be a deer jumping around in my heart, and I felt itchy.
The boy walked all the way down. When he reached the last step of the stairs, he stood for a moment, looked back with a strange look, scratched his head and walked down. At the end of the stairs is a huge stone room. There were torches hanging all around, and everything inside was clearly visible.
In the center of the stone room, two thick iron chains hung from the roof, locking a person. This man is an old man, with tall bones, gray and withered hair hanging on his chest, his clothes are in tatters, and he is sitting on the ground motionless.
The boy carefully walked up to this person, tilted his head and looked for a long time, as if he was confirming something. After a long time, the boy took out a chicken leg wrapped in paper from his arms, slowly moved forward step by step, and tried to hand it to the old man.
There was a crash, and the sound of the chain shaking was heard. The old man slowly raised his head, his eyes were cloudy, and he glanced at the boy in confusion, and then a ray of light burst out. The old man struggled to move back, his arms were pulled straight, and he made an indistinct sound.
The iron chain suddenly glowed with red light, and red covered the old man's body like a suit of armor. "Ouch." The old man struggled painfully, and the red light penetrated his body, sucking out his essence like a leech.
The old man knelt heavily on the ground, his head on the cold ground. The tight chains loosened a little, and the red light slowly disappeared.
The boy looked at the old man worriedly, placed the chicken legs gently on the ground, and backed away.
After a long time, the old man slowly raised his head, moved his body forward, lowered his head and took the chicken leg in his mouth. There was a crunching sound, and the old man happily chewed the chicken legs in his mouth, even the bones were chewed to pieces. The oil flowed down the corners of his mouth, and his long tongue rolled, not even a trace of oil was left.
The boy became happy, clapped his hands and danced and sang: "Yangliuer works, plays the top, Yangliuer is green, plays diabolo, Yangliuer dies, kicks the shuttlecock..."
The clear children's voice sounded in the stone chamber, and even the firelight seemed to become softer. The old man looked at the boy blankly, his cloudy eyes gradually clearing up.
"Ancestor, the chicken legs are delicious." The boy asked expectantly.
As if in response to the boy's question, the chain shook happily. The old man's eyes moved a little, and he looked at the jumping boy warmly.
Suddenly, the sound of the chains stopped, and the old man raised his head and looked behind the boy.
Wu Gen slowly walked out from the stairs, carefully walked to the boy's side, and looked at the old man who was restrained by iron chains.
"Who are you?" A clear voice sounded.
Looking down, he saw the boy staring at him curiously. Wu Gen's heart jumped unconsciously, and a strange feeling arose in his heart again.
The big eyes were shining with light, like a clear lake, dotted with the reflection of stars. These were a pair of eyes that had not been stained by the world of mortals. They were so clean that it made people feel distressed, and so pure that they made their hearts palpitate. For a moment, Wu Gen felt ashamed of himself and took a step back unconsciously.
When he saw the old man in the dark just now, Wu Gen originally wanted to use the boy as a hostage. Because once he lets the old man go, Wu Gen doesn't know if he can control him. He could only use his occasional expression of affection to hold a hostage in hand to prevent the other party from hurting him.
But the moment he saw the boy, Wu Gen gave up such an idea and asked with a smile: "Who are you? Why don't you sleep at night? If your mother finds out, you will be spanked."
The boy put his hands behind his back, twisted his fingers together, and pouted: "My mother is practicing, so she won't care about me. Dad is at war, and he won't care about me. My name is Mo Zhibi, and you are new here. Yes, why haven’t I seen you?”
Wu Gen stretched out his left hand, ready to stroke the boy's head.
Suddenly, the boy pointed at Wu Gen's palm, "What is that."
Wu Gen raised his hand and saw that it was the black ring in his palm. He couldn't help but smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing, just some ink stains."
The boy stretched out a finger and touched it carefully. As soon as his fingers touched Wu Gen's hand, he took two steps back and sat on the ground as if he were touching a red-hot iron.
His face was frighteningly pale, and he said with a horrified expression, "You're lying, that's not Mo. I saw endless darkness and a big coffin."
Wu Gen's expression suddenly changed, his face turned very ugly, and he quickly took back his left hand. In the palm of his hand, the black ring seemed to be alive, slowly spinning. When he rubbed his eyes and looked again, the ring had stopped moving. Wu Gen was convinced that he was definitely not a dazzler just now.
Wu Gen had always suspected the source of this deathly aura, but he didn't expect that today, in the underground stone room of Mo Zhi's house, a boy would reveal it.
Just as he was about to step forward to ask, the boy was so frightened that he moved back a few steps with his hands and feet. Two thin lines of blood and tears fell from his eyes, like two winding earth dragons, staring at Wu Gen.
Crash, the sound of the chains became louder. "Tailless Man." The old man growled indistinctly, his body kept shaking, and his momentum soared so much that a strange wind blew up in the cramped stone room.
Looking behind him, he saw that the disguised tail was still there. Wu Gen knew that his identity had been seen through by the old man. He grasped the handle of the broken knife tightly to prevent the other party from breaking away from the iron chain.
"Stay away from him." The old man was like a tiger poised to pounce on Wu Gen. Following his movements, a trace of ferocity appeared on the old man's face, his abdomen kept rising and falling, his hands like chicken claws were slightly opened, and a vortex appeared in the palm of his hand. The vortex turned faster and faster, emitting a faint light.
Wu Gen felt that the blood in his body was rushing uncontrollably, as if he was about to escape from his body. Even the soul was throbbing, the soul fire kept jumping, and there was a tendency to leave the soul.
Wu Gen secretly thought about the shepherd's devouring technique, and quickly moved his golden body, trying his best to contain the escape of Qi and blood.
The old man shouted, and stretched his hands forward fiercely, and the dim light in his hands became stronger. Wu Gen's body was enveloped by a strong suction force and he slid forward unconsciously.
But as the old man moved, the red light on the iron chain reappeared and penetrated greedily into his body. The momentum that had just risen suddenly weakened, and the man lay on the ground wailing in pain.
Suddenly, the old man's face twitched sharply, his facial features moved, and his body continued to tremble.
"Let me go." A strange man's voice came from the old man's mouth. The man looked around in panic. Both his expression, behavior and voice were completely different from before. He kept muttering, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die."
Wu Gen looked at the scene in front of him in shock. The old man seemed to be a different person, completely different from just now. Wu Gen was convinced that the old man was not pretending, as if he had been possessed by someone.
"Ha." The old man gasped and looked at the boy lying on the ground fiercely, "Mozhi's family, die."
"Ancestor is going to be sick again." The boy didn't bother to wipe the blood and tears from his face, and backed away in fear, until he retreated to the wall before stopping.
Wu Gen took a step forward and stood between the old man and the boy, protecting the boy behind him.
At this moment, the old man's body trembled, his face was a little distorted, and a woman's voice came from his mouth, "The life of the slave family is hard."
After saying that, he stood up and twisted his body on the spot, dancing gracefully. He was humming and babbling in his mouth, his messy hair was twisting and flying with his body, he was looking forward to his posture, his body was enchanting, and he was extremely charming.
Looking at the old man dancing gracefully with his orchid fingers, Wu Gen felt a chill in his heart. An old and haggard man made such a gesture, and such an inconsistent scene appeared in front of him. Surprised, Wu Gen couldn't help but take two steps back.
Soon, the old man changed another form. One, two... Wu Gen counted. In the end, the old man changed twenty-four voices one after another, which meant that the body in front of him had changed to twenty-four people.
The boy leaning against the wall had an ugly expression on his face. He hesitantly stretched out his hand forward, then after hesitating, he still firmly grasped the skirt of Wu Gen's clothes.
