Xiao Bai also stood up, walked over to Ghost Li, glared at Xiao Hui, said, "What are you laughing at, last night your stupid master almost died, do you know that?" A low angry growl, it was Xiao Hui who was on Ghost Li's shoulder, baring its teeth in a furious and ferocious manner, baring its sharp teeth, looking around, its two monkey fists clenched, waving up and down, looking like it was looking for someone to fight. Xiao Bai snorted, said, "Don't pretend, you're too late!" The monkey Xiao Hui's eyeballs looked up, rolled its eyes at Xiao Bai, called out twice, shrunk its body and pulled Ghost Li's clothes, with an indifferent look, only sticking to its master. Ghost Li patted its head, did not say anything and continued down the mountain, Xiao Hui turned its head, very pleased with itself, stuck its tongue out at Xiao Bai and made a face.
Xiao Bai smiled bitterly, shook her head and sighed, followed up, quietly muttering, "These days, even monkeys have such character …" They walked into the Seven Mile Cave, the Miao people they met again, all of their eyes were filled with resentment, some of them had seen Ghost Li's blood-soaked demon-like appearance last night, their faces revealed a frightened expression. Xiao Bai saw that Ghost Li was having a hard time walking, hurried a few steps forward to support him, when Ghost Li was about to struggle free, she quietly said, "I'm afraid these Miao people will not let us see the great shaman." Ghost Li was not used to being supported by Xiao Bai, was about to struggle free and walk alone but after hearing Xiao Bai's words, he was stunned for a moment, said, "What is it?" Xiao Bai glanced ahead, Ghost Li followed her gaze, the two of them were walking towards the Miao altar but at the foot of the mountain, several Miao burly men were gathered, guarding the only path up the mountain. And when they saw the two outsiders walking over, almost all of them looked like they were facing a great enemy, some of the warriors had already raised their swords and spears, pointed at Ghost Li and Xiao Bai. Ghost Li was silent but his footsteps did not stop, continued to walk towards the crowd, Xiao Bai beside him, glanced at him and said, "If they don't let us go up, what do we do?" Ghost Li did not speak.
Xiao Hui, who was lying on Ghost Li's shoulder, was currently looking around with a shocked expression. It clearly did not understand why this place had been turned upside down after just one night of sleep. They walked nearer and as Xiao Bai expected, none of the Miao warriors retreated or evaded, each of their eyes filled with enmity, gathered on the path towards the altar, their weapons all unsheathed, pointed at the two of them. The corner of Ghost Li's mouth twitched, a trace of irritation flashed past his eyes, just that at this moment, he finally knew that it was not the time to be forceful, dealing with these Miao warriors was still alright but once the Miao people were injured, even if the great shaman was safe and sound, most likely he would not be able to treat BiYao for himself. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "We wish to see the Grand Wizard."
Not knowing if it was because they did not understand his words or they did not intend to bother, the Miao soldiers' expressions did not even change. At this moment, even Little White was frowning, feeling very troubled. And at this moment, behind the crowd, suddenly the Miao tribe leader Tu MaGu's voice was heard, "The great shaman is seriously injured and cannot meet guests, it's better for all of you to leave!" The crowd opened up a path, Tu MaGu unhurriedly walked out from behind. Looking at his cold face, his clothes still stained with blood, evidently he did not have an easy time last night. Right now his expression towards Ghost Li and Little White, was already poles apart from yesterday.
Ghost Li was silent for a while, said, "Is the great shaman alright?" Tu MaGu sneered and said, "Thanks to both of you, he is still alive." Ghost Li heaved a sigh of relief but Little White could not bear to listen anymore, indifferently said, "The great shaman is injured but it has nothing to do with the both of us, tribe leader even if you are angry, you cannot take it out on us." Tu MaGu had been suppressing a bellyful of anger since last night, the reason why he was still speaking to these two outsiders, was because they did not kill the Miao people last night and Ghost Li even saved a child.
But right now hearing Little White's cold words, immediately his anger soared, his brows raised and was about to blow up. Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard from behind the crowd, it was a Miao person who looked like a young shaman who ran down from the mountain, assessed Ghost Li and the rest and then whispered a few words into Tu MaGu's ear.
Tu MaGu was obviously stunned for a moment, in disbelief, asked again in Miao language, that young shaman nodded his head affirmatively. Tu MaGu heaved a long sigh, turned around and said, "The great shaman wants to see all of you, all of you follow this shaman up!" Ghost Li and Little White were stunned, Little White frowned thinking how did the great shaman know that they were at the foot of the mountain, Ghost Li instead felt a wave of joy in his heart, since the great shaman was willing to see them, most likely he was also willing to treat BiYao.
They followed this young shaman, passed through the crowd and walked up the mountain, the Miao people's eyes revealed puzzlement and anger but obviously the great shaman still had his authority, no one came out to stop them. Instead after they had left for a while, some Miao people started to babble to Tu MaGu and then many Miao people started to chime in, most likely they were unwilling to see the evil outsiders enter the altar again. Tu MaGu loudly berated a few times and at the same time looked towards the altar, the Miao people's voices then gradually quietened down.
Ghost Li and Little White followed the shaman who was leading the way, walked up to the platform in front of the altar, both of them noticed at the same time, at the front of the platform, the ground which was originally made of huge rocks, cracked into numerous fine cracks, extending out in all directions from where the great shaman stood last night, and the rocks in the very middle, were even shattered into pieces. Both of them looked at each other, Little White's expression did not change but Ghost Li's heart was slightly shaken. The southern border was located at the border and had never entered the Central Plains cultivation sects' eyes, not only the Good Sects looked down on this place, even the Evil Sect also looked down on this place. Just that this time they had witnessed it with their own eyes, the southern border witchcraft was unfathomable, it really could not be belittled. [Hu hu lu lu …] The shaman ahead was using a strange Miao language to urge them, Ghost Li and Little White turned around and walked over.
The altar was deep, the darkness inside was like an endless tunnel, swallowing their figures in. Far away from the southern border Miao settlement south of the Seven Mile Cave, that stretch of towering precipitous, undulating mountain range, was the ten thousand great mountains that the southern border people's countenance changed upon hearing of. Over here, there seemed to be no sunlight all year round, dark clouds lingering, black wind howling. Occasionally there would be daring hunters who went hunting in the mountains during the years of famine but they never returned.
And among the five tribes of the southern border, since a long time ago, there was a warning passed down by the ancestors, that no one was allowed to enter that stretch of evil mountain range, because there was the Demon King that all of the southern border people feared, and his terrifying barbarian subordinates. For so many years, this common warning had been passed down from generation to generation, had been passed down by the southern border five tribes, with the passing of time, in the ten thousand great mountains shrouded in black clouds, it became even more mysterious. And the only passage that led to that terrifying mysterious world, right now was still quietly existing at the foot of the mountain, in the eerie cave, strange screams were heard from time to time, making one's teeth sore and body cold.
In the southern border legend, that was the enraged roar of the mysterious and terrifying Demon King. The evil shaman dressed in black, like a ghost suddenly appeared beside this cave, even though it was already daybreak but his surroundings, still seemed to be shrouded in darkness. Behind him, a huge beast slowly appeared, four feet on the ground, its protruding claws extremely sharp.
Its back arched, on its long and thick neck, was a huge head, at first glance one would think that it was the mythical dragon of the Central Plains but after a closer look, there were still differences. The huge beast had a huge bloody mouth, its teeth extremely sharp, a pair of eyes shot out ominous glints from time to time, vigilantly looking around, as if it was choosing someone to swallow. The evil shaman in front of this huge beast, was only about one third of its height. But for some reason, this evil dragon was extremely respectful towards this black-attired man. The evil shaman seemed to be the same as the evil dragon beside him, maintaining his vigilance, right now he was also carefully looking around, after making sure that no one was following them, he then turned and nodded to the evil dragon, said, "Go back!" The evil dragon made a muffled sound deep in its throat, probably in agreement but this sound was like a roar, deafening. The evil shaman was obviously used to the evil dragon's reaction, the next moment, his figure flashed and disappeared into the cave, blending into the darkness.
And the evil dragon's body was too huge, obviously unable to enter the cave, looking at it, it seemed to be about to move, suddenly its body stopped and suddenly stopped. A loud but deep roar, the ferocious evil dragon slowly turned over. Something seemed to have startled the sensitive dragon. At this moment, it had a fierce look on its face as it looked around once again. At the same time, its nose above its mouth kept expanding and contracting. It was obvious that it had a keen sense of smell and was sniffing the air. Just that the surroundings were quiet, nothing happened and after the evil dragon sniffed for a while, it also did not discover anything.
The evil dragon seemed to be a little confused, but after a long time, it finally decided to give up. It turned around again, roared in a low voice, and exerted force on its four legs. With a loud bang, this giant beast actually directly charged towards the towering and precipitous mountain range. Its figure was vigorous, its huge legs sprinting, the claws on its feet dug deeply into the rocks and soil, like steel nails deeply embedded, stabilizing its body. It ran like it was flying on the mountain ridge, in a blink it had charged up to a very high peak, gradually disappearing into a patch of dark clouds.
And at that sinister cave, after a long time, behind a clump of flowers and grasses, suddenly a long sigh was heard, as if nervous for a long time, then relaxed. The next moment, Jin PingEr's light yellow figure, floated out from the flowers and grasses, landed outside that dark cave. She faced that dark cave, her face gradually revealed a contemplative expression, after a long time, seemed to have made a decision, clenched her teeth, her figure wavered, floated into that cave, towards that mysterious world, quietly entered.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
