In the valley, there were several people dressed in black, clustered around a young man in white, and the faces of everyone could not be seen, but the man in white must be a young man, with a slender figure, a white robe fluttering, and a shawl of black hair, looking extraordinary. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of the crowd, there is an altar, the round sandalwood is dyed with black and white Tai Chi patterns, and incense cases and water bowls are placed on the altar, and the light rain is sprinkled.

In front of the altar, a reverent kneeling sorcerer with white hair hanging down and his eyes closed. The shaman holds a round stone plate carved with images of the eight trigrams in his hand, and his hand is pressed against the hexagram in the right position on his chest.

"The water is not full, it is not full, it is flat, there is no blame," the kneeling wizard muttered, and the rain slid down his cheeks, like tears, "the sky is like a cliff, the water enters, the fine mud removes the fire, and the body of the warrior cannot sleep......;

It's the Sacrifice of Water!

The sorcerer slowly got up after a long while, his expression was a little nervous, and he came to the man in white and knelt down again: "Young master, congratulations, my subordinates have noticed that the soul of the dead has the intention of awakening......"

The white-clothed man's face was happy, but it instantly dimmed, and he asked expressionlessly, "How much time will it take?"

The sorcerer lowered his head and replied cautiously: "Every time it rains, his subordinates will come to the water sacrifice to bring the water of the whole year into it; here is the corner of the valley of the dead where the souls gather in the far north, the water is abundant, far away from the suppression of the earthquake and fire; in the mountains, there is a wild current running to, but it is also a helping hand, if it is unharmed, after eight years of moistening, the northernmost person among the dead souls will come out of the valley, and then he will obey the master's dispatch, the dead body cannot be broken, the world is powerless to disperse, and everywhere he goes, he can kill at will, and the master will dominate the rivers and lakes just around the corner......"

"Eight years!" Childe closed his eyes, "It takes eight years to attract the ghosts!"

"The master doesn't know, even if the martial arts are strong, it is difficult to break the siege of the heroes, but I don't know that it takes at least dozens of years to practice a stunt, but as soon as this undead comes out and stands beside him, like wind and rain, he will kill hundreds of people in the blink of an eye, and his body is bodyless, he is not afraid of swords and guns, he is not afraid of water and fire, and everything does not invade ......"

The soul of the deceased warrior must be uncrackable!

There was a battle in the Valley of the Dead forty years ago, and countless soldiers died, and their souls were suppressed in the mountains, the soul belonged to yin, which was naturally made of yang fire, and the sorcerer explored the cave and found the northernmost yin soul, the north belonged to the yin for water, and the strength of the control was lighter, and the water sacrifice technique tried to extinguish the fire and return the yin, break its confinement, and make the dead soul appear for his own use, and the other dead souls could not do anything even if he had heavenly skills.

Wentu in the distant mountains couldn't hear what those people were saying, but he knew that it must not be a good deal.

Zhuo Ji suddenly felt unbearable heartache, sour and wanted to cry, and immediately decided that this group of people was Jiangyang thieves, and came out angrily: "A group of bastards!"

Wentu covered Zhuo Ji's mouth again and whispered, "Don't make a sound!"

How can you take back the voice that has come out!

The people in the distance couldn't hear the words of the two, but Zhuo Ji's slight breath, no one could see it, and it was scattered in the valley.

On the altar, the water bowl suddenly tilted, and the stone plate in the sorcerer's hand fell to the ground instantly for some reason!

The sorcerer was shocked, suddenly picked up the stone plate and stood up, stared at the image of gossip fiercely, and with his eyes closed, he looked up to the sky with a smile and said: "Master, congratulations master, now there is something outside the body, if you can get it and drink its blood, it will not take eight years, eight days!"

"What do you mean by that?!" the man in white was shocked.

The sorcerer couldn't control the joy in his heart, showed his brown teeth, and said with a sneer: "There is a woman here, with a double breath, she must be a pregnant person, but she is the body of extreme fire, and our spells are meager, so naturally we can only use water to overcome fire and eliminate the fire of the soul, but there is a way to unravel the bell in the world, and annealing with fire can eliminate the imprisonment in an instant, so not only to release a dead soul, even if the warrior soul of the entire Valley of the Dead can be summoned, why should the master worry about the rivers and lakes, even if it is the whole world, no one can stop it!"

The man in white took a step back in shock, and hurriedly asked, "What is a person of extreme fire?"

"Naturally, when I was born, the six characters were all fire, I was born in the south of the hexagram, and the son I conceived was also given by the heavenly fire, I am afraid that the six fires will still gather on the day of birth!"

"Where's this woman?"

The sorcerer immediately stretched out his hand and pointed to the southern peak, and said gloomily, "It's in the southern mountain pass!"

The man in white immediately ordered: "Go and find this woman quickly, you can only capture it alive, not kill it!"

"Yes!" the men in black around them responded.

Wentu looked at it from afar and was shocked, although he didn't know what was happening, he clearly saw a column of samurai rushing in his direction, all of them flying like flying, and their bodies were steady, they must be masters in the rivers and lakes!

"They seem to be rushing towards us, what are they going to do?" Zhuo Ji saw the group suddenly scatter, rushing towards the mountain peak like a wolf and leopard.

Wentu hurriedly pulled Zhuo Ji up and fled into the distance, and a voice came from afar: "This woman is pregnant, and she will scream when she finds out!"

Is this woman pregnant?

How did these people know that Zhuo Ji was here?

Wentu looked around and found that he was in a side ridge, and then to the south was downhill, no matter what, he couldn't escape the martial arts people with unique skills, and Zhuo Ji was even slower with him.

He immediately picked up Zhuo Ji, gritted his teeth and ran to the top of the mountain, but when he reached the peak, he found that a steep rock wall in front of him blocked the way, and it was even more difficult to walk down the mountain, and the slightest carelessness would expose his whereabouts.

In a desperate situation!

Wentu looked at Zhuo Ji, leaning back in his arms and laughing and even ashamed!

Wentu suddenly became wise in a hurry, instantly took off Zhuo Ji's embroidered shoes, threw them on the edge of the mountain, tore off a piece of her clothes, stabilized his heels and went down the cliff in front of him, just on the oblique branch, turned around and picked up Zhuo Ji again, cautiously moved behind the rock, and made a dry branch to cover the two.

In a moment, the black-clothed warrior reached the peak, and seeing that there was no way out, someone was surprised: "This woman has never gone down the mountain, and she has not found it on the south side, where did she go?"

"Look here!" someone found a clue, women's shoes are scattered, broken clothes are hanging, where else can you go if you don't jump off a cliff?

A few people hesitated a little, picked up the pair of embroidered shoes to recover, and said in their mouths: "The master's intention is only his body, not his life, go down the mountain quickly to pray, or take the corpse in the water......"

In an instant, the visitor disappeared without a trace.

Wentu didn't know that the group under the mountain searched for the corpse in the river for more than a month, and finally gave up without any gain!

As for as long as his body, he doesn't want his life, Wentu didn't understand why for a long time, and he always thought that those people must be bloodthirsty demons, and they only cared about the fetus in the woman's body.

Seeing that there was no more movement around, and a pair of hard-working people appeared in the mountain, Wentu had no choice but to carry Zhuo Ji on his back and move step by step along Nanshan, definitely staying away from this place of right and wrong. Zhuo Ji has no shoes, and it is difficult to walk, so she can only lean behind Wentu with an umbrella.

"Why do they want to kill me?" said Zhuo Ji, who was half-understood.

"Because you're pretty!" Wentu was already panting, and he was too lazy to argue.

Zhuo Ji seemed to be stunned behind him, and immediately replied dissatisfiedly: "Then why don't you take the lamp on the night of the cave room, and ...... when you come up?"

Wentu almost shouted: You dead mother-in-law, it wasn't me who was on you that night!

Not who you are?

Wentu couldn't help but ask himself, he didn't even believe in the current situation, who could believe that the father of the fetus in Zhuo Ji's womb was someone else?

Zhuo Ji really became sweeter the more she thought about it, so she simply leaned on Wentu's back and closed her eyes, reminiscing about the days and nights of the two, and when she was a little distracted, a string of saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth......

Until it was dark, walking and stopping, I don't know how many mountains I had crossed, Wentu was exhausted, and it was difficult to walk, so he found a cave nearby, and the two of them went into it to avoid the rain. Wentu saw that Zhuo Ji was a little trembling, so he cut down the dry branches in the cave and gathered them together to light them to keep warm, in case she was caught by the wind and cold, he would definitely not be able to deal with it.

Zhuo Ji saw that Wentu loved him so much, so she got into Wentu's arms, chewed the dry food that Wentu handed over in one mouthful, and relished it, as if this distant peak cave was a magnificent Kyoto.

In desperation, Wentu had no choice but to take off his coat and drape it on Zhuo Ji, making her rest on his lap, and it was dark at night, and it was constantly raining, and he was no longer able to walk, so he had to stop on the spot.

After a while, there was a slight snoring sound!

Wentu gritted his teeth and stared at the pregnant woman in front of him: his face was red, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were constantly trembling, as if he were snickering, and occasionally a drop or two of saliva came out.

He had no choice but to wipe her saliva away while he thought about it.

There are still villains in the Gongdan Empire, it is not surprising, there is a court to exterminate it; Emperor Ni has always been praised by the world, and should also be the emperor of benevolence, although there are small changes in the eastern soil, and both places are beyond the reach of the whip, not enough to trouble, it seems that there is no such catastrophe as the Southern Dynasty here, what is the task, it is not to guard a dead husband and pregnant woman to give birth to a child, right?

Perhaps, this is the task of shuttling into the Gongdan Empire!

And Fu Rou, there is no sound at all, you shouldn't suffer at this moment, right?

If there is a difficulty, he deserves to be punished by God, here he guards other people's wives, but he doesn't care about his future wife, once Fu Rou knows, how can he not blame?

If the two get married and get pregnant in the future, how can they not sigh when they think of their Gongdan Empire?

Thinking of this, Wentu actually stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the fetus in Zhuo Ji's womb, but he still stopped halfway, if the son Jiuquan saw it, he might be dissatisfied.

"Xianggong, look at this child, it really looks like you......" Zhuo Jimeng's voice came again.

Wentu had long been used to it, and when he looked at it again, Zhuo Ji was grinning, so happy that he felt a long stream of saliva coming out, and Zhuo Ji raised his hand to wipe it off neatly......

The light rain stopped in the early morning of the next day, and the light came through the cave, and there was a rumbling sound in the stomach of Zhuo Ji, who was still lying down, it seemed that she was hungry, this was a pregnant woman, even if she didn't have too much nutrition, she couldn't just eat dry food, Wentu decided to go down the mountain to investigate, and buy some food for Zhuo Ji, at least a pair of embroidered shoes were needed.

"Xianggong, you haven't slept all night?" Zhuo Ji was woken up by Wentu's movement, sat up and was surprised to find that her husband's eyes were bloodshot.

"Zhuo Ji, you stay here for a long time, I'll go down the mountain to get some food and come back!" Wentu didn't wait for Zhuo Ji to answer, got up and left the cave.

He thought that Zhuo Ji must ask if he would leave her alone, but he didn't expect a voice from afar: "Okay, Xianggong!"

Wentu walked into the town and suddenly found that he and Zhuo Ji would definitely not be able to get out of the mountain in a short time!