When Xiao Qianqiu was a child, he also saw the power of creditors, as long as anyone owed them money and did not pay it back, three or five big men rushed into the door, rummaging through the cabinets, a hen, an old skirt was not left behind, this is merciful, if it is not enough, and a few days in arrears, he will often ask someone to sell his wife and children to pay him back. At that time, the painters in Qingzhou City, the craftsmen who made clay statues for the temple, made other statues or statues that were not like, and made statues of the evil ghosts who demanded debts in hell, which were all kinds of extremely vicious, and no one said that they were not like them, but now that I think about it, those debt collectors who can go out for a hen and a few silver coins are all the lowest thugs, and when I see Tian Sanhu, who has not yet been on an errand in the county, I am afraid that I will shout brother, but I don't know what kind of creditor can make Hualin change color?

I saw Hua Lin scratch twice with a bitter face, a salt bag moved its position, and the air in front of him suddenly became as solemn as substance, and then, a whirlpool slowly opened in the air, and a fat little hand was about to stretch out from the whirlpool......

Stick out......

Stick out...... Can't stretch it out!

Xiao Qianqiu was amused and surprised when he saw it, he didn't know which one Hualin's "creditor" was playing, and when he was watching, there was a strange sound in the whirlpool, which made him shiver involuntarily, and then, the little hand disappeared, and a slender and long mouse tail tried to get through.

Again, it didn't work out.

Then, the tail twisted into a shape in a rage - Xiao Qianqiu guessed - and suddenly, with the flash of fire, a strange creature appeared in front of them, it looked like a disproportionately fat snake, and its body was decorated with too many flowers and fruits, Hua Lin greeted it, obviously it was not strange that the creature that appeared was not the same as what appeared just now, and then put the thing that had taken so much effort tonight into the snake's mouth, and the strange snake disappeared into the flames.

Hua Lin put the empty silver blade back into the scabbard, reluctantly looked at the place where the flames had disappeared for a long time, muttered a few words "damn the financial industry" and "It's only been a long time since you've eaten so fat, are you ready to get out of the pot", and then walked towards his residence.

He had a terrible night in front of Pai Gang, he knew that they were there, so he had to concentrate and not sleep, he had to make a last effort, and although the chances of victory in this fight were slim, he was never afraid of fighting, but, perhaps because he was not as old as he used to be, he fell asleep before dawn, and he slept so well that he did not wake up until someone came to call him for dinner.

He reached for his meal, and found that his hands had become green and exposed in the evening, and all the minor wounds in his memories had healed, leaving a crisscrossing of gray-white scars on his skin. After eating, he went to the stream to fetch water and wash his face, and saw in the stream that his beard and hair were all white.

He was startled by the reflection of himself in the stream, and stared for a few more moments, when he found that a priest he had hired when he was a toast in Galadong was secretly hiding behind a tree to watch him, and his expression was mixed with shock and horror, not the expression of a man accustomed to war and killing.

The old, thin, and rickety Paigon Toast washed his face as if nothing had happened, and walked back slowly, and when he had shelter, he suddenly became as nimble as a young warrior again, and with a sharp leap and a strong grasp, he grabbed the priest who was about to leave quietly: "Why! I thought you were my people, so I always trusted you, and I gave you more than any other priest hired by the toast, and even if I lost this time, it was also thanks to my intercession, and she did not take away your things, and gave you back clothes and food, so will you repay me like this! I was instructed by outsiders to take the Gala Cave! I will call all the people to come and see! I will make your death worse than that of a slave! I will throw you into the snake den behind the mountain, and you will be bitten to death by a hundred snakes! They will not forgive a tribesman who betrayed the camp to outsiders!"

His words were very harsh, but his voice was not loud, and the priest, who was in a hurry to escape, had no cunning of Pai Gang Toast, and immediately defended himself after being intimidated: "No, no one has instructed me!

"Then why are you hiding behind a tree, like a tiger about to pounce?"

"Toast," The priest stammered for a long time, and was forced by Pagang Tusi to tell the truth, he studied with an old priest of great prestige when he was young, and like all priests, they were not written by word of mouth, they would depict mountains and thunder and lightning on ritual weapons, and they would also use drawings to teach craftsmen to carve the subordinates of the Gruul gods (scorpions and spiders) into weapons and shields in order to borrow their powers, but a priest would not teach his students to draw these figures, they would only have to recite the scriptures, perform the proper rituals, and they would learn every rune they should have learned from dreams and fog。 Each priest had to obtain the runes alone, not through anyone else, and each time he took the runes, the priest felt the loss of life force and a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. It wasn't the coolness of the deep mountains at night, but more like ......

At this point, he stopped suddenly, probably because he felt that he had said too much to someone who was not a priest, so he turned his conversation in other directions, and he mentioned that because of this price, many priests did not have as many runes as they claimed to know, and they also depicted the power of the Gruul god on their magic weapons, each of its subordinates, but there were very few truly powerful runes among them, and many people looked down on them because of this, along with the high priest - Pakon had already put his knife against the priest's stomach and asked him what it had to do with him hiding behind a tree.

He was also afraid that obtaining too many runes would send him to the Gruul god in advance, so when he found out that the high priest had actually brought his teacher a book, he secretly went to look through it.

After only a few pages, he fled, and the scroll was even more terrible than the dream after the ritual.

But the pages that testified to his sins still appeared in his dreams from time to time, and one of them depicted a creature with white hair, skinny, rickety, and criss-crossed scars like Paigon Toast now, except that the scars were oozing blood, and white roots grew out of the bloody scars, and the notes next to them—oh he would pay any price to forget them—why? Of course he couldn't read like any Yiman! But he recognized them!

What do those notes say?, Pagang Toast hissed.

"Precious stones, precious grass, the only light...... The vessels, the vessels, the vessels of the Great God, are superior to all life...... Blood, a churning sea of blood, deserves ......" The priest struggled to speak, those words that were not Yi people, he said, it was another world, he did not know how to say those words in Yi people's words, he could only try to translate, or make sounds similar to what he knew, usually his voice was no different from ordinary people, but when he recited this passage, especially when he memorized the parts that he could not translate, his voice was like the tone peculiar to the most powerful priests when they called the Guru God during the ceremony, it was a long sound without fluctuations, it was said to be the sound of the wind of the Guru God when learning from the Guru God when it blew through the deep cave。

"You've proven yourself. Paigon Toast let the priest go, and he didn't ask any more, the alert old thief had noticed something unusual, and no one had approached the jungle by the stream from just now until now, which should have been a popular time for people to fetch water.

The shadows of the trees, and the shadows that lurked behind them, were different from the past, as if something had risen from the deepest cavern with the priest's chanting.

And the voice of the priest was not like the voice of the priest he knew.

He had to get back to the gala cave as soon as possible, the little girl who knew how to do the magic might know what to do, at least, she didn't believe in the Gruul gods.

Paegon Toast clutched his knife tightly and walked in the direction of Gala Cave, which he thought was the direction of Gala Cave.

Late that night, someone came to report to Hualin that Paigang Toast was missing.