Chapter 287

The boatman was extremely shocked. Lord Wu's means were really powerful. I don't know what kind of deception was used in front of the cave. Even if ordinary people enter here by mistake, they may not find the way. In the past, our ancestors once said that Wushan is not Wushan, but the real Wushan is still hidden in the deep mountains of Bashu. Apes can't stop crying, and there is a dark place in the winding path.

The words of our ancestors are always true.

The old fisherman drove his boat into the cave. Not long after sailing in this high cave, it turned around again, drilled out of the mountain and came to another deep pool.

In the middle of the pool is a huge statue. The statue is a huge giant, more than 100 meters high. The giant has 13 strong bronze chains on his back, a black dragon in his right hand and a huge sword in his left hand. In front of it, a huge waterfall is carved with stone.

Countless snake spirits and fish monsters in front of the waterfall swept the towering waves and pressed down on the giant.

Seeing the statue, the old fisherman who was still sailing fell to his knees and prayed respectfully. This statue is the common belief of tens of thousands of miles of water on both sides of the Yangtze River, King Jinsha.

Whether the South witch or the North witch where Liu shisan is located, their witchcraft foundation also comes from the existence of this god Buddha.

The statue of King Jinsha is majestic and dazzling. It seems to be omnipotent. People will admire it when they see it.

Liu shisan looked at the statue and bowed. Suddenly, he shouted, "no!"

Things are not quite right. There are always witches standing guard next to the statue in the middle of the pool. But today, there is no one.

"Go ahead, go ahead." An ominous premonition surged into Liu shisan's heart.

The old fisherman drove the boat and sped forward. After driving for about 20 minutes, Liu shisan's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

There is nothing wrong with Wushan today. There are not many people living in Wushan, but there are thousands of people. They are the witch people and their families. Usually, this deep pool is crowded with boats coming and going.

But now, except for his own ship, I don't see any other ships. And there are no witches to check their strange fishing boat.

Is there a big change in Wushan?

At the end of the pool is a pier piled with bluestones. It is antique. I don't know it has existed for thousands of years. The ships on the wharf are everywhere signs of being burned. Many ships are half submerged in the water, and countless ships have been smashed.

"No, Wushan was attacked." Liu shisan finally understood: "where are my masters and the witches? Will they still be in Wushan? Have they repelled the attackers? "

Before the boat was stable, Liu shisan flew away, jumped up from a distance and landed on the dock. He ran frantically up the mountain path.

Yenuo glanced at Mu Wan and said, "follow up and see what happened."

Mu Wan followed him, while Bai Hui stayed in a daze on the boat. Both her babies were killed and there is no attack now. The old fisherman stayed in the driver's cab, smoking dry cigarettes, and spitting smoke rings one by one.

Yenuo's speed was not slow at all, and they followed Liu shisan closely.

There is only one road in Wushan, the road is very steep, and 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 for some years. Pavilions, pavilions, pools and pavilions are reflected in the vigorous and tall green pines and cypresses. There are many celebrity stickers on both sides of the rock wall. On a closer look, yenuo was surprised to find that there were a large number of Tang and song poets, such as Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi and so on.

They all wrote poems and inscriptions on the stone wall, marveling at the grandeur and magnificence of the real Wushan mountain.

After crawling on the winding mountain road for more than ten minutes, we came to the hillside of Wushan mountain. The buildings here should be for the families of witches. They should be full of human incense and fire.

But now, only dead.

Liu shisan stopped, pushed open a door, looked inside, and then closed the door angrily. Yenuo looked in at the moment of closing the door.

Bodies everywhere.

A family of women and children died in the house. These are ordinary people. They have no strength to bind chickens, let alone resistance. But they died. The murderer who killed them was very cruel and cruel. He could kill with one knife, but it was like playing with prey and cutting women and children.

"How cruel." Mu Wan covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Behind each door was a family, without exception, all of them were killed. Not with witchcraft, but with cold weapons.

Traces of the massacre spread from the hillside to the top of the mountain.

Yenuo three rushed to the top of the mountain. Above the mountains, there is a huge platform. Continuous ancient buildings are built on the platform. Any building here can be listed as a 5A level protection unit by the Cultural Relics Bureau.

At the entrance, there is a colorful archway with a letter, Wushan, and two big green words. The writer's writing style is heroic, like drinking wine, wantonly waving ink and writing at one go, which makes people relaxed and happy.

Yenuo has a wide range of knowledge. At a glance, he can tell that this is definitely the literary and ink work of the poet Li Bai. Take this plaque down and take it to the Hong Kong auction house for auction. It's absolutely old and valuable.

In sharp contrast to the hand ink of the poet Li Bai, the corpses under the gatehouse are in a field, and a large number of stumped corpses fall below. After Liu shisan went over and checked, his angry eyes were full of blood.

"These are my Nanwu people." He gritted his teeth with hate.

Among the corpses of Nanwu are other witches in gray fish skin clothes.

"Sure enough, the northern witch attacked Wushan." Liu shisan's mouth was full of blood.

"What festival do you have in the South and North witches? How much hate you can kill all the women and children on Wushan." Yenuo asked.

"It's not a holiday, but a thousand years ago, our two factions had differences in the belief of King Jinsha. Finally, the whole Wushan mountain was divided, resulting in a century long war. Finally, the South witch won and drove all the North witches out of the top of Wushan mountain. It is said that Beiwu wandered to the estuary of the Yangtze River and gradually expanded in Shanghai and Beihu. "

Liu shisan explained a little and shouted, "no, my master!"

He jumped several times and ran to the east of the building community. The path was littered with corpses. The traces of all kinds of witchcraft bombing remain on the ground and wall forever. The two factions of witchcraft in the north and the south are different.

The South witch's fish skin spell and corpse insect spell, and the North witch's corpse raising skill and Gu spell kill each other in chaos. However, it is obvious that there are many corpses on the ground, but the number of northern witches is obviously much higher than that of Southern witches.