82_82884 "Master, look, what are they doing? I heard that you don't have to take a bowl to ask for medicine, why do they each have a wisp of incense on the ground?" Lan Caidie asked curiously.

"Why else? Add blessings to Sha Wentian, have you ever heard of ghosts? They are, people, once they are too blind to one thing, they will be like this. Where in the world is the elixir of immortality? We Chinese are not good at this, so we love to be cheap. Wushuang walked quickly down the Freedom Bridge with the colorful butterfly.

Under the bridge, hundreds of thousands of people knelt on the ground in unison, praying in silent prayer.

Wushuang walked to the first row of the crowd and reached out to push. "Hey, you're all stupid, get up!

But the man didn't pay any attention to him, and kept his head down silently without saying a word, and he had three sticks of incense stuck in front of his head on the ground, and the smoke floated vertically above his head.

"Get up? Are you all demonic?" Qi Wushuang shook the man vigorously, but there was still nothing he could do, and he couldn't change the thinking of the Chinese people who went deep into the bone marrow.

"Master, they don't seem to be right, look at it, ...... expression on this person?" Lan Caidie turned the man's face with her hand.

I saw that the man's face was expressionless, his eyes were glazed, and he was stupid, as if he had run out of the hospital. Wushuang looked at the many people nearby in turn, and everyone was in the same situation.

Spring in the Northeast has a unique flavor, its warmth is very special, the spring breeze is not soft, and even a little stinging. Every spring, no matter how high the temperature rises, the trees and flowers do not sprout green buds, they are waiting for the first spring breeze. The first spring breeze will generally come around the sting, the spring breeze is very big, and the people who blow it are disgraced. With the spring breeze comes the first spring rain, and immediately after the spring rain, you can look for green in the fields at will.

A dark cloud drifted from the sky, and the rain crackled and fell, followed by a violent wind. Peerless watched as the dead crooked-necked old mother under the Liberty Bridge had begun to grow new branches and leaves, and it had been waiting for it to be reborn for almost a hundred years, and it was growing faster than you could have imagined.

"It's broken! Sha Wentian is coming back to life!"

In a hurry, Wushuang kicked the pious disciples who were kneeling beside him, but they didn't feel the pain at all, and they couldn't hear his cries, they could only pray so reverently now, hoping that the Divine Tree would give them the elixir of immortality.

A few days ago, the old lady of the god tune came here in the middle of the night, and she was entrusted by the master to plant pure yang grass to inhibit the re-germination of this dead old locust tree. Now, all the pure yang grass has been trampled under the feet of these devout believers, and it is no longer effective at all.

"Aren't you religious? Okay, I'll let you worship! I'll let you worship!" "Wushuang is bad, don't you not resist? I can't do anything with you, but I can break the incense you put on the ground." How thick is the incense? You don't have to make any effort, you can break it when you touch it, Wushuang deliberately walked around, breaking the incense that many people worship for the crooked neck, as if this is the only way to vent the despair of the mood.

Suddenly, Wushuang felt as if a pair of hands had grabbed his ankles under his body, and he thought that someone had finally come to his senses. Looking down, the man kneeling at his feet glared at him with a mournful look, and a pair of hands grabbed his ankles and stood up.

"I'm sorry, if you have the heart to burn a few more pillars of incense to your deceased relatives, worship him...... It's not worth it!" Wushuang persuaded with kindness.

Unexpectedly, after the man stood up, he went on a rampage and forced Wushuang back several steps, and he didn't hit him, nor did he scold him, just pushed Wushuang back with his body.

"Master, something is wrong! Hurry up!" Lan Caidie already sensed that the danger was in front of her, regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, she kicked away the person standing in front of Wushuang, and dragged Wushuang to run up the Freedom Bridge quickly.

When I looked back again, the scene under the bridge almost made the hairs on the backs of the two stand on end. Just as they ran up, hundreds of thousands of people under the bridge stood up in unison, and they turned their heads and glared at them viciously with the same gaze. Fortunately, they didn't make any radical moves.

"Oh my God!" said Lan Caidie, covering her mouth.

"It's going to be torn alive if it's slow. I don't know if this group of people can be so filial when their father and mother die. Wushuang sighed.

The spring rain stopped silently, and the dirt under the bridge was not muddy, but it had become much softer. Those devout believers were not disturbed by Wushuang's rudeness to distract their determination to worship, and they all turned around and knelt on the ground again.

A yin wind blew, and Wushuang couldn't help but shiver, and a blood-red cloth was blown by the yin wind, and it just hung on the branch of the crooked old mother. This is not a simple piece of large red cloth, but an intact cloak with a large hat behind it. The air was filled with blood, and the red cloak was probably dyed with human blood.

The crooked old mother was completely resurrected, and new shoots began to emerge on the branches and trunks of the tree, and the green shoots grew quickly, lushly, and soon grew into palm-sized leaves. Wushuang was curious, but this time he didn't dare to go on again.

Whoa......

Whoa......

Something broke out of the ground, and from their point of view, there was only a sea of people under the black pressure surrounding the crooked necked old mother, and the sound came from near the old locust tree.

The wind stopped, and so did the rain, when the full moon reappeared overhead. The devout disciples who had just gathered around the old mother all stood up in unison and took a few steps back, as if they had deliberately left a space for something.

In the moonlight, I saw a miserable white human hand stretched out from the soil under the roots of the crooked old mother's tree, which was grasping wildly in the wind, and pressed upward, and went out of the soft soil at once.

"It's over...... Where did the third grandfather and Tong Sixi go? Why didn't they come here? Are they stupid? This demon is about to wake up!" The hateful Wushuang gritted his teeth, but what was the use of this? The black and overwhelming crowd under the bridge was full of people, all of whom were Sha Wentian's devout disciples, as long as Wushuang dared to walk off the bridge again, the consequences could be imagined. He could only watch Sha Wentian's cold body pop out of the dirt little by little.

"Master, do you want me to go down and slaughter that thing?" Lan Caidie didn't know how powerful Sha Wentian was.

"Don't go, it's useless, this guy even my grandfather can have a draw with him at most, don't talk about you, I'm afraid that Ma Fuxiang, the enemy of ten thousand people, may not be his opponent when he comes." This group of old boys, one by one, has the ability to me, and they don't know where to run at the critical moment. Wushuang complained, he could only watch, there was nothing he could do