The great witch should be the priest in the village.

Liang Houzai once said that the Black King who ruled Dazhai also inherited the witchcraft inheritance of the ancient Yelang Kingdom, so I always thought that the "king power" and the sacrificial power in the Dazhai were in the hands of the same person.

The old man looked a little panicked. He approached the Black King and whispered: "What happened to the holy tree."

When he heard the death of Yamaguchi just now, the Black King just frowned slightly, but now the expression on his face was almost terrified.

He asked the old man in a very anxious tone: "What's wrong with the holy tree?"

The old man sighed: "Your Majesty, let's see it yourself."

After saying that, the old man quickly walked towards the door of the house. He seemed to be in his seventies or eighties, but when he walked, he was very angry and his speed was no slower than that of young people.

The Black King followed, and before leaving, he only called up the mountain horse.

We followed us quickly.

After the Black King ascended the city wall, the great witch pointed to the direction opposite the village gate: "Your Majesty, please see it yourself."

I followed the Black King and looked in the direction pointed by the Great Witch with him. But I didn't see any holy trees. I only saw a thick fog above the forest outside the village gate. But this fog was only entrenched high above the forest. When I turned my gaze to the dirt road not far away, I found that there was no fog that was affected there, and all the scenery was clearly visible.

In this way, I had an illusion that I just felt that the one entrenched above the forest was not the fog, but a cloud falling from the sky.

The Black King watched the misty place, his face became more and more serious. He said to himself: "The holy tree shows signs of withering."

Can he see the tree?

When I heard his words, I couldn't help but be shocked, but when I looked in that direction again, I could only see a large fog.

I gave Liang Houzai a questioning look, and Liang Houzai shook his head with a frown.

He could not explain why the holy tree did not appear in the illusion, but replaced it with a thick fog.

At this time, the great witch said to the Black King: "The mountain demon becomes vicious, and the holy tree is about to wither. The mountains here and the water here are probably going to die."

The Black King didn't say anything, and still looked at the location of the holy tree with a heavy face.

The great witch said again: "Master, I think we should tell the Yelang King about this. He must have a way to save the holy tree."

The Black King shook his head: "No, the king is fighting with the West now, so he can't be distracted."

The great witch seemed worried: "But if the holy tree falls, Yelang's national destiny will also change."

Hearing the words of the Great Witch, the Black King fell into deep thought for a long time. After a long time, he made up his mind to say: "The blood of the mountain demon can save the holy tree, but that can only make the holy tree live for ten more years. After that, the holy tree will still die, but the battle between the king and the West is also over."

The great witch shook her head: "Although the blood of the mountain demon is spiritual, it harms Ada and A San's lives, and the blood will become dirty. Such blood will pollute the holy tree."

The Black King said: "We can use rice to purify its blood. There is no time left. With the current situation of the holy tree, it can last for more than ten days at most."

The great witch pondered for a moment and finally nodded.

I thought that after seeing the holy tree, the Black King would lead a large army to attack the mountain demon, but he did not.

He just asked the mountain horse to take a hundred strong men to the mountains to capture the mountain demons. Before the mountain horse left the village, the black king and the great witch applied some sticky black ointment to the shoulders and foreheads of the mountain horse and strong men.

I don’t know what this ointment is useful, but I just feel that Shanma and the others have become very excited after applying the medicine, and even their voices suddenly become much higher.

The Black King watched Shanma and his group stay away, then returned to the village wall and waited silently for the reply.

We were also waiting with him on the village wall. In the fantasy, the speed of time passing should be no different from that in reality, at least in my feeling.

Night passed and a sunny morning came. The great witch left the moment the sun rose. The Black King was still sitting on the stone platform, supporting his chin with his hands, and waiting silently.

When it was dawn, several soldiers stationed at the village gate also left. They did not go far, but retreated under the village wall. Someone came to change the guards, but they stopped them.

They were probably worried that the newcomer would not know that the Black King was on it. If it made too loud noises inadvertently, it might interrupt the Black King's contemplation.

The Black King didn't say a word for the whole night, he must have been meditating.

In fact, even I was very curious about what the Black King was thinking.

The sun shone on the face of the Black King. He seemed not to be used to such a strong light and narrowed his eyes slightly. In this era, whether it is sunshine or the sky, there is a kind of striking cleanliness. The blue sky looks very delicate and seems to be able to break.

I looked in the direction of the holy tree. Even on such a clear morning, the thick fog still showed no sign of dissipation.

I was watching the fog ecstasy when Liu Shangang suddenly approached me and patted my shoulder. I turned to look at him. He didn't say anything, stretched out a hand and pointed to a certain direction in Linzi.

Looking in the direction he pointed at me, I saw only trees and weeds, and nothing else.

But not long after, a figure suddenly emerged from the forest.

The man was very fast, and he just flashed quickly in the forest and rushed to the main road outside the village.

At this time, there were also people guarding the village wall, but those people were far away from the village gate, and they did not notice the appearance of this figure.

A few seconds later, the man paused under the village wall, and then I could see clearly that he was the Han man brought back by Shanma and the others yesterday.

He pressed his body against the village wall and stood in the shadows silently, as if he was secretly listening to the movements on the village wall. It seemed that he was not sure whether he had noticed him just now.

After a while, he probably felt that the wall of the village was very quiet and became more courageous. He saw him leave the shadows and watch the wall for a while. He saw the Black King, but the Black King in his contemplative eyes did not notice him. But he just stared at the Black King for a while and then hurriedly left.

I watched the old man rush into the forest again, and I was extremely puzzled: What does this person want to do?

It was almost noon when Shanma came back. When he left, he brought a hundred strong men with strong figures, but when he came back, the strong men were gone, only him and two panicked soldiers.

I saw that Shanma's face was covered with blood. On his left arm, there was a very deep and long wound. As he walked, blood continued to pour out of the wound.

The Black King immediately ordered people to open the gate of the village and quickly rushed down the wall of the village.

"Shanma, why are you so injured? What about the others?" The Black King asked anxiously as soon as he left the village.

Shanma suddenly showed a very frightened expression: "Die, everyone is dead! We have found the mountain demon, but it is no match for it at all. It is a moving tree, and it is his roots all over the mountains and fields. I am the only one who survived, and I am the only one who is the king!"

While speaking, Shanma's snot and tears came out uncontrollably. The Black King kept frowning and his face was extremely heavy.

The Black King ordered people to take Shanma to Wutuo to heal their wounds, and then someone called the Great Witch to a residence.

We followed the Black King into the stone house, and he began to write a letter. At that time, there was no paper, and the people here did not use bamboo slips. In the corner of the house, there were many faded animal skins. For the Black King, these animal skins were "paper".

I stood beside him and watched him write. Words that I didn't recognize appeared on the animal skin, but this time, these words were not translated.

Liang Houzai should be able to understand the words, but he just glanced at the words on the animal skin and started turning around the room.

I came to Liang Houzai and asked him: "What is written on the animal skin?"

Liang Houzai: "That was a letter. The Black King felt that he was unable to deal with the mountain demon and was ready to ask King Yelang for help."

I looked at the Black King. He seemed to be in his thirties or forties. If he had learned witchcraft from Yelang King since he was a child, his cultivation would definitely not be low at this age.

Liang Houzai seemed to see my doubts and explained to me: "He is a prince after all, and King Yelang will not pass on all the witchcraft to him."

I smiled and said, "Are you afraid that he will rebel?"

Liang Houzai shrugged his shoulders: "Everyone who is an emperor is like this."

Just as Liang Houzai was talking, the Black King suddenly looked up and looked at us.

I immediately became nervous. Could it be that the voice of Liang Houzai and I were talking too loudly that it had attracted the attention of the Black King? No, it should be said that it attracted the attention of the evil god?

Not only Liang Houzai and I, everyone in the room, quieted down at the same time, looking at the Black King together, everyone's face was extremely nervous.

Fortunately, after a while, the Black King lowered his head and continued to write a letter. His actions made me feel that when he raised his head just now, he was not deliberately looking at Liang Houzai and me, he was just thinking.

The Black King quickly wrote the letter, and he picked up the animal skin and carefully urged the ink marks on it to dry.

Everything in the illusion is extremely real, we can even smell the ink. That ink seems to be the same as the ink in the Central Plains. The ink he used has a very sweet taste. If I hadn't seen him dip the reed pole in the ink and write, I might have thought it was a kind of black sugar water.

After blowing the ink marks, the Black King carefully rolled up the animal skin. At this time, the curtain on the door was pulled open, and the great witch hurried in.

As soon as he entered the door, he asked the Black King: "I heard that Shanma is the only one who comes back?"

The Black King put the animal skin aside and sighed: "The mountain demon was originally an old tree under the cliff. After tens of thousands of years of sun and moon essence, it naturally became a demon. When I went to see it ten years ago, it was still a little demon with an unconscious mind, but unexpectedly, it became so fierce in just ten years."

The great witch frowned: "In recent years, people in the village have built shrines for it, worshipped it as a mountain god, and often offered something to it. In theory, it should have become a good demon under the inspiration of the villagers, but why has it suddenly become so violent? And in just ten years, its power should not have become so terrible. Is that a letter to King Yelang?"

The Black King nodded: "Now I can only ask for help from the king. I am afraid that if I can't curb the mountain demon now, everyone in the village will die."
Chapter completed!