The Great Witch should be the priest in the stockade.

Liang Houzai once said that the black king who ruled Dazhai at the beginning also inherited the witchcraft inheritance of the ancient Yelang country, so I always thought that the "royal power" and sacrificial power in Dazhai were in the hands of the same person.

The old man's expression was a little flustered, he leaned over to the Black King, and whispered, "Something happened to the Holy Tree. ”

When he heard the dead man on the other side of the mountain pass just now, the Black King only frowned slightly, but now, the expression on his face could almost be regarded as frightened.

He asked the old man in a very anxious tone, "What happened to the sacred tree?" ”

The old man sighed: "The king should come and see for himself." ”

With that, the old man walked briskly towards the door of the house, he looked to be seventy or eighty years old, but when he walked, he was not much slower than the young man.

The Black King followed, and before leaving, he only called the mountain horse.

We also hurried to follow.

After the Black King climbed the city wall, the Great Witch pointed in the direction directly opposite the gate of the village: "The King will see for himself." ”

I followed the Black King, and looked with him in the direction pointed by the Great Witch, but I didn't see any sacred trees, only a very thick fog above the forest outside the gate, but this fog only hung high above the forest, and when I turned my eyes to the dirt road not far away, I found that it was not affected by the fog, and I could see everything very clearly.

I had the illusion that it was not a fog that was hovering over the forest, but a cloud falling from the sky.

The Black Emperor looked at the misty place, his face became more and more solemn, and he said to himself, "The sacred tree is showing signs of withering. ”

Can he see the trees?

I couldn't help but be shocked when I heard his words, but when I looked in that direction again, I could still only see a large thick fog.

I gave Liang Houzai an inquiring look, and Liang Houzai shook his head with a frown.

He couldn't explain why the sacred tree didn't appear in the illusion, but instead it was replaced by a thick fog.

At this time, the Great Witch said to the Black King, "The mountain demon has become vicious, and the sacred tree will wither. I'm afraid the mountains and the water here will die. ”

The Black King didn't speak, still looking at the position of the sacred tree with a heavy face.

The Great Witch said again: "Great King, I think, let's tell King Yelang about this, he must have a way to save the sacred tree." ”

The Black King shook his head: "No, the Great King is now at war with the West, and he can't be distracted." ”

The Great Witch looked worried: "But if the sacred tree falls, Yelang's national fortune will also change." ”

Hearing the Great Witch's words, the Black King fell into a long period of contemplation, and after a long time, he made up his mind and said: "The blood of the mountain demon can save the Holy Tree, but that can only make the Holy Tree live for ten more years, after that, the Holy Tree will still die, but the battle between the Great King and the West is over." ”

The Great Witch shook his head: "Although the blood of the mountain demon is spiritual, it harmed Ah Da and Ah San's lives, and the blood is dirty. That kind of blood would pollute the sacred tree. ”

The Black King said: "We can use rice to purify its blood, there is no time, with the current condition of the sacred tree, it can last for ten days at most." ”

The Great Witch pondered for a moment, and finally nodded.

I thought that after seeing the sacred tree, the Black King was going to lead a large army to defeat the mountain demons, but he didn't.

He just asked the mountain horse to bring a hundred wrestlers to the mountain to capture the mountain demon, and before the mountain horse left the stockade, the black king and the great witch smeared some sticky black ointment on the shoulders and foreheads of the mountain horse and the wrestlers.

I don't know what this ointment is for, but I think that after applying the potion, they all became very excited, and even their voices suddenly became much higher.

The Black King watched the mountain horse and his party stay away, and then returned to the wall, silently waiting for a reply.

We waited with him on the wall, and in the illusion, the speed of time should be the same as in reality, at least in my senses.

The night passed, and a sunny morning was ushered in, and the Great Witch left the moment the sun rose, and the Black King still sat on the stone platform, his chin supported with his hands, and waited silently.

When it was dark, several soldiers stationed at the gate of the village also left, they did not go far, but retreated to the wall, someone came to change the guard, but they stopped them.

They were probably worried that the newcomer didn't know that the Black King was on it, and that if they inadvertently made too much noise, it might interrupt the Black King's musings.

The Black King didn't say a word for the whole night, he must have been pondering.

In fact, even I was curious about what the Black King was thinking.

The sun shone on the Black King's face, and he didn't seem to be used to such a strong light, and narrowed his eyes slightly. In this era, both the sun and the sky have a breathtaking cleanliness, and the clear blue sky looks very delicate, as if it can be broken.

I glanced in the direction of the sacred tree, and even on such a clear morning, the fog showed no sign of dissipating.

I was looking at the mist when Liu Shangang suddenly approached me and patted me on the shoulder. I turned my head to look at him, but he didn't speak, but held out a hand and pointed in a certain direction in the woods.

Looking in the direction he pointed me, I saw nothing but trees and weeds.

But not long after, a figure suddenly emerged from the woods.

The man's speed was very fast, and he only flashed quickly through the woods, and then rushed to the main road outside the stockade.

At this time, there were also people guarding the wall, but those people were far away from the gate, and they didn't notice the appearance of this figure.

After a few seconds, the man paused under the wall, and I saw that he was the Han man they had brought back yesterday.

He leaned against the wall, and stood silently in the shadows, as if he was secretly listening to the movement on the wall, and it seemed that he was not sure if he had just found him.

After a while, he probably sensed that the wall was very quiet, and he became bolder, so he saw him leave the shadows, and looked towards the wall for a while, and he saw the Black King, but the contemplative Black King did not notice him. But he only stared at the Black King for a while before leaving in a hurry.

I watched the old man rush into the forest again, and I wondered: What does this man want to do?

It was almost noon when the mountain horse returned, and he took with him a hundred muscular wrestlers, but when he returned, the wrestlers were gone, only him and two panicked soldiers.

I saw that Samma's face was covered in blood, and there was a deep, long wound on his left arm, and as he walked, blood continued to pour out of the wound.

The Black King immediately ordered someone to open the gate and quickly rushed down the wall.

"Yama, why did you get hurt like this? What about the others? The Black King asked anxiously as soon as he left the gate.

Yamama suddenly showed a very frightened expression: "Dead, all dead!" We have found the mountain demon, but it is not its opponent at all, it is a moving tree, and the mountains are full of his roots, and I am the only one who has survived, and I am the only king! ”

As he spoke, the snot and tears poured out uncontrollably, and the Black King kept frowning, his face extremely heavy.

The Black King ordered the horses to be taken to Utuo to heal his wounds, and then had the Great Witch summoned to his residence.

We followed the Black King into the stone house, and he began to write a letter, at that time there was no paper, and the people here did not use bamboo slips, and in the corner of the room, there were a lot of faded animal skins, for the Black King, these animal skins were "paper".

I stood beside him and watched him write, and words appeared on the hides that I didn't recognize, but this time, they were not translated in any way.

Liang Houzai should be able to read the words, but he just glanced at the words on the animal skin, and then spun around the room.

I came to Liang Houzai and asked him, "What is written on the skin?" ”

Liang Houzai: "That's a letter, the Black King feels that he is not capable of dealing with the mountain demon, and is ready to ask the Yelang King for help." ”

I glanced at the Black King, he looked like he was thirty or forty years old, if he had been learning witchcraft with the Yelang King since he was a child, at this age, his cultivation would definitely not be low.

Liang Houzai seemed to see my doubts, and explained to me, "He is a prince after all, and King Yelang will not pass on all the witchcraft to him. ”

I smiled: "Are you afraid that he will rebel?" ”

Liang Houzai shrugged his shoulders: "Everyone who is an emperor is like this." ”

Just as Liang Houzai was speaking, the Black King suddenly raised his head and looked towards us.

I immediately became nervous, could it be because I was talking too loudly with Liang Houzai and had already caught the attention of the Black King? No, it should be said, attracted the attention of the evil god?

Not only me and Liang Houzai, but everyone in the room quieted down at the same time, looking at the Black King together, and everyone had extremely nervous looks on their faces.

Fortunately, after a while, the Black King lowered his head again and continued to write. His gesture made me feel that when he looked up just now, he didn't deliberately look at me and Liang Houzai, he was just thinking.

The Black King quickly wrote the letter, and he picked up the hide, carefully drying the ink on it.

Everything in the illusion is extremely real, we can even smell the ink, that kind of ink seems to be the same thing as the ink of the Central Plains, the kind of ink he uses has a very greasy sweetness, if it weren't for seeing him write with a reed rod dipped in those ink, maybe I would have thought it was a kind of black sugar water.

After drying the ink, the Black King carefully rolled up the hide, and the curtain on the door was opened, and the Great Witch hurried in.

As soon as he entered the door, he asked the Black King, "I heard that only the mountain horse has returned?" ”

The Black King put the animal skin aside and sighed: "That mountain demon was originally an old tree under the cliff, and after tens of thousands of years of sun and moon essence, it naturally became a demon. When I went to see it ten years ago, it was still a little demon with an unopened mind, but I didn't expect it to become so fierce in just ten years. ”

Dawu frowned: "Over the years, the people in the village have built a shrine for it, worshipped it as the god of the mountain, and often offered some things to it. Supposedly, it should have become a good demon under the inspiration of the villagers, but why did it suddenly become so violent, and in just ten years, its power should not have become so terrifying. Was that an epistle to King Yoro? ”

The Black King nodded: "Now I can only ask the King for help." I'm afraid that if I can't contain the mountain demon now, everyone in the village will die. ”