"Shi'ao, old guy, you're still alive!"

"You destroy my underworld branch, and I will kill you today!"

"Let me go and let me fight him!"

The old monster has become a useless person, how can it break free from Ye Wudao's hand?

He arrested the old village chief in vain.

The old village chief glanced at the old monster and sighed: "Old monster, I didn't expect you to be imprisoned for so long and still have no repentance."

"Well, today I will judge you with justice!"

Ye Wudao was stunned when he heard this.

Unexpectedly, the old village chief met the old monster, and the old village chief knew that the old monster was imprisoned in the underground river.

Listen to the old monster's meaning,

Was the underworld branch removed by the old village chief?

Wasn’t the underworld branch eliminated by the master Bai Haiweng?

Could it be... this old village chief is also the subordinate of his master Bai Haiweng?

The old monster is struggling so hard that he wants to hurt the old village chief.

Ye Wudao simply cut the old monster's head with a knife.

The old monster fainted again.

Ye Wudao couldn't wait to ask the old village chief and said, "Old village chief, are you the subordinate of my master Bai Haiwen?"

The old village chief nodded: "That's right. The white-haired man is our master!"

"At that time, we followed our master, destroyed the branch altar where the underworld was located, and imprisoned the old monster in the underground river."

Ye Wudao was overjoyed: "Old village chief, tell me quickly, where is my master Bai Hair Man?"

"This is an order, and I must be answered truthfully."

The old village chief sighed: "Young master, sorry."

"The master left us here and left, and did not tell us where he was."

Ye Wudao looked disappointed: "What is the purpose of keeping you here?"

The old village chief said: "Master, the young master will have a catastrophe one day and walk out of this cliff waterfall!"

"Master, let us wait for you here."

Ye Wudao said curiously: "My master, Bai Haiwen, still knows the art of divination?"

The old village chief smiled: "The master is proficient in astronomy, geography, and zodiac palmism. It can be counted as three hundred years in the past. It is no exaggeration to calculate the disaster of the young master."

Ye Wudao thought about something.

"Grandpa, the portrait of the River God has been taken." The little girl Yingying ran over with a portrait.

The old village chief is busy unfolding.

It is indeed a portrait of Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao couldn't help but sigh that his master Bai Haiwen is a versatile talent.

He is powerful, knows the art of divination, and his portraits are so exquisite.

Ye Wudao said: "Old village chief, how dare I ask my master to ask you to wait for me here, what is the purpose?"

The old village chief smiled: "Young master, please come with me."

good!

Ye Wudao followed the old village chief into the village.

Ye Wudao discovered that this village was really not small, at least three or four hundred households and thousands of people.

But there were only three or four hundred people who came to greet him, and all of them were old, weak, women and children, and there was no man.

Where did the other 600 people go?

Ye Wudao was full of doubts.

The little girl Yingying looked at Ye Wudao curiously.

She flashed bright big eyes and said, "Brother, are you really a river god?"

"Have you received all the little stars I gave you over the years?"

Ye Wudao smiled kindly: "Well, I received it all."

"That's good." Yingying smiled sweetly, as if she had done something very proud.

Ye Wudao whispered to the old village chief: "Old village chief, why does this little girl call me the river god?"

The old village chief patiently explained: "The children did not understand the word "Young Master", so I lied to them and said you are the river god!"
Chapter completed!