This sharp and loud scream, Yue Guanchao was too familiar, he frowned, realized that the brother was in danger, and stepped out of the Jiaolong Temple in three or two steps to rush to the roar.

On the riverside trestle, Yue Erpao was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing and praying, and the black charcoal stake was sprinkled on the ground.

Yue Guanchao looked at the end of the trestle, a small boat anchored on the trestle, and an old man with a sore face was standing.

Strange to say, this old man was wearing a cashmere robe, hunched over a bamboo basket, and his exposed skin was full of old folds and wrinkled, like a newborn baby.

What's even more terrifying is the old man's facial features!

Ordinary people's facial features may not be excellent, but at least they are flat and ordinary.

This old man really looks like an evil man.

His skull protruded, his eyebrows arched high, and his two eyebrows so faint that they were barely visible.

The sunken eye sockets hang dark circles, and the triangular white eyes are cold and gloomy.

A rosacea, as big as a fist and turned outward, and even two black holes could be seen shaking and panting.

The cheekbones seemed to have half an eggshell between them, bulging high on the sides of the cheeks.

The square face is as dark as charcoal, like a yellow clay wall that has fallen into disrepair, and is full of potholes.

Coupled with attractive ears, thick lips, and beard, he looks like a ghost, a demon, and a spirit, but he doesn't look like a human.

Even, at a certain moment, he was more like the dragon lord in the Jiaolong Temple!

The ice is covered in snow, the mountains are less populated, and the Wupeng boat is rowed out coldly on the Tongtian River, he is still a strange old man, and then he thinks of the evil Jiao of the East China Sea in Tianchi......

Yue Guanchao only felt that his brain trembled, and a trace of cold air penetrated into his lungs, even if he knew that this old man was a big living person who was panting, he had to relax his vigilance a little.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, I respect people, and people naturally respect me.

Yue Guanchao noticed that the strange old man's triangular eyes were full of vigilance, and hurriedly handed over his hands to deal with it:

"Dare to ask where the old gentleman is sacred, why did he come to Changbai Pool!"

"Come to Tianchi?"

Mockery flashed in the eyes of the strange old man:

"Hahaha, Xiao Lao still wants to ask you, why did you come out of my house, what do you want to do."

"You, you, you...... Your family, are you really the Dragon King? ”

After hearing the strange old man's words, Yue Erpao's eyes widened in fright, this old man looks so peculiar, could it be that the Dragon King has appeared!

Thinking about it, his feet went limp and he almost fainted.

"Uncle Yu, don't scare the two of them~"

Yue Guanchao was ready to die, and when he heard Ge Da call this strange old man a fish uncle, his hanging heart immediately let go.

The old man walked up to them and laughed:

"Hahahaha, I didn't scare the two of them, this is a broken wild temple for you little rabbits, but I have lived in it for half my life, so isn't this my home!"

"Oh~ So that's what you said about your family!"

Yue Erpao knew that he was not the Dragon King, and finally had the strength to get up from the snow.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and the old man took them back to Jiaolong Temple, and Ge Da put his arms around Yue Guanchao's neck and explained:

"Yu Bo is a villager in Huangwei, and he is also the temple we elected, responsible for repairing houses in the temple, cleaning incense cases, and being the main priest when he is looking forward, and several villages will regularly send things into the mountain, which can be regarded as a collective offering to him."

As they spoke, the crowd had returned to the temple.

The old man walked into the east wing, and when he came out again, he had already taken off his robe and changed into a cashmere coat, with black cloth bloomers on his feet, and a pipe hanging from his waist, and he finally didn't look like a spirit.

"Young man, don't dare to burn this black wood, this thing is very unlucky, you can throw it as far as you want, and if you want to keep warm, you can burn these serious firewood."

He saw Yue Erpao bring in the black wood, and hurriedly stopped in front of him, and then opened the bamboo basket in the corridor, which contained the dried firewood and a few mushrooms that he had picked up.

"Uncle Yu, there are still so many firewoods in the firewood room, you still go to collect firewood and do it!"

Ge Da opened the firewood room next to the east wing, and half of the room was neatly stacked with short firewood, and the other half was sausages, air-dried meat, and dried mushrooms.

The old man took out several bundles of dry firewood:

"The first day of junior high school has just passed, I usually can't be idle, go to the Tianchi to let the wind go, and then go to the Hualian Peak next to me to pick up some firewood, I think about moving my old arms and legs."

"Why can't the black firewood burn, isn't it just covered by volcanic ash?"

Song Siyuan picked up the black firewood, except for the carbonization on the surface, she didn't feel anything special, and the unfortunate rhetoric was impossible to talk about.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, the old man took the firewood with his backhand, took out the bone scraper on his waist, and pulled it to the bark like a snake's skin.

A blackened snakeskin was completely buckled on the firewood, except that there was no flesh and blood, the whole snakeskin was black and brittle, and it was quite complete, like a rope wrapped around the firewood.

This scene made everyone's brows jump!

"And that's not all!"

The old man picked up the axe in the corridor, picked up his arm and slashed at the trunk of the tree, the section of the wood obviously oozing blood-red liquid, a strong iron smell, and he knew that it was blood when he smelled it.

"How can there be blood in this?"

Song Siyuan's thirst for knowledge rose again, she didn't expect that this ordinary firewood was actually a weeping blood tree.

The old man's eyes became obscure and mysterious:

"Blood is sucked by little animals, and these trees can attract some gadgets to the roots of the trees by relying on the heat emitted by the hollows, and then suck their blood dry to feed themselves."

"These trees are alive, haven't they been burned to death by volcanic ash a long time ago!"