Sha Wentian's body was still pushing up little by little under the soil. He was like a newborn, with fresh blood in his body and his strength gradually recovering. Gradually, a complete arm had been stretched out. His blood-red cloak was hung on the branch, waiting for his master to wake up again a hundred years later.

Hundreds of thousands of people knelt under the crooked mother and bowed devoutly, praying for the demon god in their hearts. The pale and dead claws opened with five fingers and scratched them tangled. He did not need anyone's help. When his body broke through the ground, the whole world belonged to him. There was no Wu Gongyao here and no Zhang Zuolin here. He was the master of this land. These hundreds of thousands of people were his former devout believers.

"Caidie, have you seen the red cloak hanging on the tree?" Wushuang said.

"Ah, I saw it, what's wrong? You don't want it, do you?" Caidie asked.

"What do I want it? I don't like red. I have a habit. I don't want it to be easily obtained by others. This feeling is very comfortable. Can you help me?"

"Oh, didn't you just ask me to open the red cloak and not give it to him to wear it? It's so simple, I'll take a look." The girl from the Red Juanmen practiced this craft since she was a child.

The blue colored butterfly picked up a small stone from the ground, glanced with one eye, and bounced out with a whoosh. The small stone was full of force and accurately hit the cloak through the sky, pushing the cloak directly into the turbulent Yitong River. Then it drifted down the river water and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe... Old monster! Even if you fuck me, I won't let you feel comfortable!" Wushuang said with a wicked smile.

"Ah...well...ah!!!!" Sha Wentian's angry roar came from the old mother with crooked necks, but these roars could not completely penetrate the soil layer, making her look a little hollow.

Hundreds of thousands of people turned around and stared at Wushuang, and then walked towards the bridge step by step. They were stiff and dull, and they were now becoming walking dead corpses controlled by Sha Wentian's soul.

"Come on! Come on! I'm playing with you to play beans!" Lan Caidian kept shooting out small stones between his fingers, all of which accurately hit those people's chests. Their people were beaten up by the small stones, just like the waves of the sea, overturned one, then overwhelmed the second one... and then... in turn, the last big piece fell down.

Perhaps because Sha Wentian used all his power to control the puppet, his body stopped all movements and stopped climbing up, leaving only two arms exposed on the surface of the ground.

At this moment, under the night sky, a rooster crow suddenly came. The rooster crow was loud and powerful. You don’t need to look at it. This big rooster must be the king of chickens. But it is only 10 o’clock in the evening. Whose rooster crows at this time? Half a night in advance! Besides, the bungalows on both sides of the Yitong River have long been stripped naked, and no one has raised chickens? Even pheasants... will not crow, right?

The loud crowing sound of the rooster was getting louder and louder, as if the big rooster had endless strength.

A miracle happened. Hundreds of thousands of people on the river bank actually stopped chasing Wushuang, stood there motionlessly, and then all shivered unconsciously, and then the spirit that a living person should have flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong with me? Why are you here? Are you here? "Under the bridge, an old lady covered her head and looked around blankly.

Others also stood up from the ground and were very surprised by their actions, as if the hundreds of thousands of people were sleepwalking here. Then they walked up from under the bridge one after another, driving and walking. Some even dragged the family of old and small families with their families, with cheerful smiles on their lips, and they only talked about this strange weird after dinner, not knowing what they had done just now.

"My master, look, those hands are gone? Have you retracted?" Lan Caidie asked.

"Maybe it is. The chicken crow just now was quite strange. Is there anyone who raises chickens nearby?"

Lan Caidie said: "Maybe the gods in the sky have appeared. I can't bear to see this demon controlling so many ordinary people to cause evil consequences."

Wushuang smiled and said, "Haha... I thought my experience and judgment were generally blind. Let's go!"

"Ah? You don't go home to get the call in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

"I went to Yitong, and the newly bought car at home was no longer in the yard. It must have been driven by my third grandpa and the others to chase Tong Sixi at the source of the Yitong River." Wushuang was unwilling to go home so early. When he got home, he would inevitably be scolded by the old lady. It was not just him, but the one who was most implicated was Lan Caidie.

"Oh, okay, I'll go wherever you go anyway." Lan Caidie smiled happily and held Wushuang's arm tightly. This time Wushuang just struggled for a while, but he didn't push her away. He got the moon first when he got close to the water tower. Lan Caidie was closer to him.

Little did they know that this scene was seen by an old man under the bridge. Under the crooked mother's tree, everyone dispersed. The newly grown buds of the old tree died again. It fell into a dormant period again. I don't know when the next time I woke up. I was quietly under the tree. A bald old man was about 70 years old, with a radiant face and a kind smile on his face.

"Haha... the little brat, is he more willing to do more than his great-grandfather? Let's do, let's do, I've done everything I can do for you. Seventh Miss, the iron chicken has already completed what you asked Tie Chicken to do. The rest depends on my luck. I will still wait for him at home and wait for him to come to me, but I hope that the day will never come."

Why don’t he want to be found by Wushuang like Ma Fuxiang and Ma Sihai? There are so many things to pay attention to here. The two grandfather-level figures are a priceless wealth left to future generations by Wu Gongyao. With them for one day, no one in the martial arts world dares to move Wushuang with a hair. They are thieves, so they have been waiting to return to the thieves.
Chapter completed!