In what kind of state of mind will the bat mage write down everything he sees and hears, is it that at this time it has become popular to keep a diary?

Chen Chuchu was very worried about his mental condition.

He flipped through the booklet, his face darkening.

The bat mage has done almost all the bad things, and the treasures and herbs are all obtained by stealing and looting......

The record of the people in the altar made Chen Chu's hands tremble, it turned out that the bat mage and a trafficker from the north of the river bought ninety-nine children, prepared ninety-nine wine jars, sealed the children in them, and did not give them normal food, only potions! Half of the children died in less than three days......

To cultivate the people in the altar, it must be refined for seven seven and forty-nine days.

In this process, children die every day, and in the end, only one person remains, the person in the altar in the movie......

Chen was angry, but he also thanked the bat mage for the level of detail in which he kept his diary, and even wrote down the family background of the traffickers......

He suddenly realized that there were many people involved in this booklet, almost everyone in the three sects and nine streams, if the booklet was accidentally exposed to the outside, I am afraid that these people inside would cause a lot of earthquakes!

What a good thing!

Chen Chu flipped through the contents of it, and the corners of his mouth raised, although the content of this entrusted task was to investigate the life history of the altar and help him take revenge! The bat mage is only one of the targets, but Chen Chuchu doesn't want this mage to die too easily, like being beaten up in the movie and then being looked at in the mirror and dying, which is too simple.

A few days later......

At the gate of the courtyard, a carriage was parked.

Chen Qiqi sat behind the horse, holding the reins, and in the carriage squatted round people in the altar.

Qimen Dunjia tree root stood at the door and said goodbye, the tree root is a young man, with strong blood, plus the dead uncle Kaohsiung, he hates the bad people in this world! He grabbed the door of the carriage with his left hand and said, "Chen Daoyou, you are a good person, a good Taoist!" If the child trafficker is still alive, please breathe a sigh of relief for me! ”

Chen Chu snorted.

Qimen directly gave the root of the tree a brain collapse, and said angrily: "What does it mean that he is a good person, a good Taoist, is it possible that your senior brother, me, and your senior sister are all bad people?" We're just too old to travel far away, and the Qimen Dunjia Technique I've taught you these days is just for you to fight for your strength, go out and earn some light for us......"

Chen Chuchu left Bei'an County.

He hurried to the area of the Yellow River, and he only had half a month, and he had to deal with the matter before July 15, so that he could catch up with the Heavenly Master Association in the capital city.

When the people in the altar were trafficked, they were about six or seven years old.

According to its memory, the trafficker was an emaciated man in his forties, and now he himself is in his thirties, more than thirty years have passed, and the trafficker is still alive in his seventies. In this era, the average life expectancy is about forty or fifty, and because of the living conditions and medical level, some headaches and brain fever can easily take people's lives......

Therefore, people in their forties dare to call themselves old husbands.

At the age of sixty or seventy, you can be a family elder or even a patriarch, and you even have the right to control the life and death of the younger generations in the family.

The trafficker's name is He Ah Shui, and in the records of the bat mage, He Ah Shui's "career" seems to have started with his father, which means that it is still a family business......

Chen Chu released a spell to the carriage, and he was in a normal hurry during the day, and at night Meng Jie's sponge effect was exerted, anti-gravity, soaring into the air, and the spell was forced, not fast......

At first, the horse was very scared, but slowly he became bolder, and he galloped in the air, not to mention how happy he was!

The people in the altar were also very happy, as long as they were people, they had the illusion of imagining birds flying in the air, he was lying on the window of the carriage, watching the carriage gradually move away from the ground, watching the houses, the roads, the trees getting smaller and smaller, he was also extremely excited, and the man in his thirties screamed like a child......

Maybe it was the happy mood that would be infectious, Chen Chuchu also laughed, and shouted twice from time to time.

The Yellow River has arrived.

The river is wide, and the yellow water is tumbling, and countless sediments are brought down from the upper reaches.

The water of the Yellow River was fierce, which frightened the people in the altar, and murmured: "I thought that the most fierce person in the world was the bat mage, but I didn't expect a river to be so fierce, just looking at it made my little heart flutter...... Let's go down quickly, what can we do if we float down this river? ”

Spent the night on a hillside near the Yellow River.

The next day, Chen Chuchu drove the carriage and tried to choose a flat road surface to walk.

A noisy noise came from the banks of the Yellow River to attract their attention, and a wooden platform was set up on the banks of the Yellow River, where hundreds of people gathered around and did not know what they were saying, accompanied by faint weeping.

Chen Chu didn't want to pay attention to it, but he still cared about crying.

He approached slowly in the carriage, cast a spell on the curtain of the carriage with a charm, and instructed the people in the altar: "If anyone lifts this curtain, do not act rashly......

The group of villagers who didn't know what to do on the wooden platform noticed the strange carriage.

Normal people who would drive a carriage to walk on the edge of the Yellow River, dirt roads, the slightest careless roll into the Yellow River before drowning, will be beaten to pieces by the turbulent river.

Chen Qiqi held a whisk in his hand, smiled and stepped out of the carriage.

He shook it lightly and asked lightly: "The poor road passed through here, and I vaguely heard the cry, I don't know what you are doing?" ”

A villager looked Chen Chuchu up and down: "Is he a Taoist priest when he is so young and doesn't tie his hair in a bun, and he wears a Taoist robe and takes a dust?" ”

Chen Chuchu smiled slightly, swept the dust to the ground, and the scorching temperature appeared, and the sparse dry weeds on the ground suddenly burst into flames......

The villager was startled, and knelt down on the ground, his movements flowing smoothly without a pause. He clapped his hands vigorously on the ground: "Xiaomin offended the immortal master by talking nonsense, ask the immortal master for forgiveness!" ”

Chen Chuchu: "......"

The villagers looked at Chen Chuchu's eyes with a hint of fear.

Chen Chu pretended not to see it, walked to the crowd, the villagers got out of the way, the wind was strong on the side of the Yellow River, it was difficult to ignite the dry grass with a fire fold, and the Taoist priest who could set fire out of thin air, what else could this be a spell?

on the wooden platform.

There were four strong men carrying a pig cage containing a young girl in ragged clothes, who looked like she was fourteen years old.

The cry came from the girl.

There were also several old men standing next to the pig cage, and an old woman dressed in fancy clothes.

Chen Chuchu suddenly remembered that in the real world, there were some outrageous bad habits in ancient times, and he probably guessed something, but he still asked well.

He said, "I wonder what crime this little girl has committed and needs to be like this?" ”

The old men also saw Chen Chuchu's method of setting fire out of thin air, and took a step back without speaking, but the old woman with a wooden staff in her hand spoke: "Last year, the banks of the Yellow River were peaceful, there was no flood, there was no embankment, this is all the blessing of the river god, we need to sacrifice a yellow flower girl to express gratitude!" ”