The ship boss was extremely shocked. Master Wu's method was indeed amazing. I don't know what tricks he used in front of the cave. Even if ordinary people accidentally entered here, they would probably not find a way. The ancestors once said that Wushan is not Wushan, but the real Wushan is still hidden in the deep mountains and ridges of Bashu. The apes could not cry, and they could see the winding paths with the underworld.
The words of our ancestors are always true.
The old fisherman drove the boat and drove into the cave. After a short while sailing in this tall cave, he turned around again and came out of the mountain, and came to a deep pool.
In the middle of the pool is a huge statue. The statue is a giant, more than 100 meters tall. The giant has thirteen thick bronze chains on its back. It holds a black evil dragon in its right hand and a giant sword in its left hand. In front of it, a huge waterfall is carved with stones.
Countless snake spirits and fish monsters in front of the waterfall swept through the huge waves and pressed down on the giants.
Seeing this statue, the old fisherman who was still driving the boat fell to the ground with a thud and prayed respectfully. This statue turned out to be the common belief of tens of thousands of miles of waters on both sides of the Yangtze River, the King of Golden Sands.
Whether it is the Southern Witch or the Northern Witch where Liu Shisan is, their witchcraft foundation also comes from this god-like existence.
The statue of the King of Sands is majestic and dazzling, and seems to be omnipotent, making people feel admiration at first sight.
Liu Shisan looked at the statue and bowed. Suddenly, he shouted: "Not good!"
Things were not right. There were always witches standing guard next to the statue in the middle of the pool. But today, there was no one.
"Drive the boat quickly and drive forward." An ominous premonition surged into Liu Shisan's heart.
The old fisherman drove the boat and drove faster. After driving for about twenty minutes, Liu Shisan's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.
Today, there are nothing wrong with Wushan. There are not many people living in Wushan, but there are thousands of people, and they are the witch people and their families. Usually, this deep pool of boats is coming and going, and it is very lively.
But now, there are no other ships except for their own ship. And no witches come to check on their own unfamiliar fishing boat.
Could it be that something big happened in Wushan?
At the end of the pool, there is a pier made of bluestone, which is quaint and has existed for thousands of years. The ships on the pier are full of signs of burning, and many ships have been half sunk into the water, and countless ships have been smashed by people.
"Oh no, Wushan was attacked." Liu Shisan finally understood: "Where is my master, where are the great witches? Will they still be in Wushan? Have they repelled the attackers?"
Before the ship could stand firm, Liu Shisan flew away, jumped up from afar, and landed on the dock. He ran towards the mountain road like crazy.
Ye Nuo and Mu Wan looked at each other and said, "Follow up and see what happened."
Mu Wan followed him, and Bai Hui stayed on the boat in a daze. Both of her babies were killed and there was no means of attack now. The old fisherman stayed in the cab smoking a dry cigarette, and spitting out smoke rings.
Ye Nuo and the others were not slow at all, and they chased Liu Shisan closely.
There is only one road in Wushan, and the road is very steep. The steps paved with bluestone extend all the way to the top of the mountain. On the hillside and near the top of the mountain, you can see old buildings.
Those buildings have been around for a while, with pavilions, towers, pools, water pavilions, reflected among the vigorous and tall green pine and cypresses. There are many famous calligraphy stickers on both sides of the rock wall. After a closer look, Ye Nuo was surprised to find that there were still a large number of poets from the Tang and Song dynasties, such as Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, etc.
They all wrote poems and inscriptions on the stone walls, marveling at the real majesty of Wushan.
After climbing on the winding mountain road for more than ten minutes, we arrived at the halfway up the mountain of Wushan. The buildings here should be for the family of the Wu people, and they should be full of incense on earth.
But now, there is only lifelessness left.
Liu Shisan stopped, pushed open a door, looked inside, and then closed the door with anger on his face. Ye Nuo glanced inside at the moment of closing the door.
Corpse all over the ground.
The family and the children all died in the house. These are ordinary people, without the power of a chicken, and they have no ability to resist. But they died. The murderer who killed them was very cruel and cruel. He could be fatal with one knife, but it was like playing with prey and cutting women and children into pieces.
"So cruel." Mu Wan exclaimed, covering her mouth.
Behind each door is a family, without exception, everyone is killed. It is not killed by witchcraft, but by cold weapons.
The traces of the massacre spread from the mountainside to the top.
Ye Nuo and the other two rushed to the top of the mountain. Above the mountains, there was a huge platform. A continuous array of ancient buildings were built on the platform. Any building here could be listed as a 5a-level protection unit by the Cultural Relics Bureau.
The entrance place is a colorful archway with a book on Wushan, two green characters. The writing style of the writer is heroic, as if he had drunk wine, writing ink freely, and finishing it in one go, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Ye Nuo has a wide range of knowledge and can tell at a glance that this is definitely the original work of the poet Li Bai. Taking this plaque off and taking it to the Hong Kong Auction House for auction is definitely valuable.
In sharp contrast to the hand-in-law of the poet Li Bai, the corpse was covered with wild animals under the gate tower, and a large number of corpses fell below. After Liu Shisan walked over and checked, his angry eyes were filled with blood.
"They are all from my Nanwu." He gritted his teeth with hatred.
The ones mixed in the pile of Nanwu's corpses were other witches wearing gray fish-skin coats.
"It was indeed the Northern Wu who attacked Wushan." Liu Shisan's mouth was covered in blood.
"What kind of holiday does your southern wu and northern wu have? You can even kill all the women and children on Wushan Mountain without leaving any left. What a great hatred." Ye Nuo asked.
"It's not about the holidays, but a thousand years ago, our two factions had different beliefs about the King of Sands. In the end, the entire Wushan split, causing a hundred-year war. In the end, the Southern Wu won and drove all the Northern Wushu out of the top of Wushan. The Northern Wu is said to have landed at the mouth of the Yangtze River, and gradually grew stronger in Shanghai and Beihu."
Liu Shisan explained a little, then shouted: "No, my master!"
He jumped a few times and rushed to the east side of the building community. On the path, there were corpses everywhere. Various traces of witchcraft against bombing remained on the ground and the wall forever. The two factions of witchcraft were different from each other.
Chapter completed!