Chapter 2272

"Now it's completely dark. These families with flower beds outside have a thick quilt on the flower bed.

Some quilts are still wriggling, while others have low sobs.

Obviously, these quilts are all little girls who are going to be sent to the Witch King as a maid.

"These people are simply unworthy of being parents, and they even take their daughter's life as their own!" Tang Zhiruo hates her teeth itching. Even if she wants to go up to rescue her, she is pulled by Jiang Beichen.

"Don't be impulsive. Let's wait and see what happens first. Don't scare the snake!" Jiang Beichen couldn't help shaking his head and said.

After all, there are so many selected girls that they can't find and save them at the same time.

If you want to save these girls, the best way is to wait for the so-called envoys to come and take them away.

Then they followed up, found the other girls, and then caught them all and rescued all the girls.

At about ten o'clock, when it was almost midnight, a cold wind suddenly blew in the street.

On the street in the distance, a black fog suddenly floated. Then, two figures in robes came in the black fog.

The two men were very tall and wore white masks. They looked terrible.

After they appeared, they obviously rushed to the flower bed, together clamped the little girl on the flower bed under their arms, and quickly left in the distance.

"Chase!" If Tang Zhi could not hold her breath, she hurriedly caught up.

Jiang Beichen and Qinglin also hurriedly followed, and the two black robed people, intuitively sensitive, naturally found that they had been followed.

Quickly accelerated the pace, and finally turned into a black fog and disappeared directly from the original place.

Tang Zhiruo hurried to catch up, but found that the black fog had dissipated, and the two black robed people had also lost their trace.

"Beichen, what's the situation? Where are they?" Tang Zhiruo is furious.

Qinglin also looked surprised and inexplicable, "can it be that these two people can do witchcraft?"

Jiang Beichen stood in place and couldn't help frowning. He immediately squatted down and touched the ground. Suddenly, a mixture of wet soil and gray dust stuck to his hand.

Immediately he looked up and asked the green forest, "where do you usually worship gods or burn incense in a tribe?"

Qinglin frowned and hurriedly said, "our custom here is that every tribe will build temples, but there are many temples, some are witch temples, some are mountain temples, some are comprehensive temples, and some big families will also have their own ancestral temples!"

"Beichen, you mean, those two black robed people will these little girls..." Tang Zhiruo's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

Jiang Beichen nodded and confirmed her guess.

"These two people in black are nearby. It's easy to catch them, but catching them now is tantamount to frightening the snake. If we catch cicadas with mantis and sparrows behind!" Jiang Beichen rubbed the soil in his hand and immediately whispered, "come with me, don't look back!"

Jiang Beichen said and took the lead in going out. Tang Zhiruo and Qinglin looked at each other and hurriedly followed up.

Just after the three left, in the nearby alley, two people in black robes suddenly came out. Naturally, they were the two people who had disappeared in the black fog.

Seeing Jiang Beichen three people go far, they also quickly leave in the opposite direction.

After a while, the three of jiangbeichen went back and forth. Jiangbeichen looked at the direction of the two people in black robes and couldn't help sneering.

Qinglin shook his head and said, "brother Jiang, don't we catch up?"

Jiang Beichen waved his hand and said, "there is incense ash and wet soil under their feet. I think it must come from the temple, and most of the temple is in the place with water, Qinglin. Do you know where the nearest water flow along the Xiahe river is?"

Qinglin nodded, "I know, xiaheyan is called xiaheyan because we have an ancient river. Xiaheyan is in the lower reaches of the ancient river. It should be in the southwest. I'll take you!"

Led by the green forest, the three walked towards the depths of the stockade.

The southwest along the river is a jungle. Through the woods, the sound of running water is transmitted.

But the sound of water flow was very small. When I came near, I found that the water flow in the river was very thin, as if it was going to be cut off.

Qinglin couldn't help sighing: "the drought has become more and more serious in recent years. Many forests have withered and died. Unexpectedly, the ancient river is going to stop flowing!"

In the 100000 mountains, the ancient river belongs to the mother river, runs through the north and south, and has raised countless tribes. For hundreds of years, the drought has never been as severe as it is now.