??88: Chapter 87: Saving Lin Shiyan
88: Chapter 87: Saving Lin Shiyan
“Dadao, no, don’t kill anyone else, he’s just a child,” Granny Yangjin’s sowhat weak voice ca from behind.
“This ungrateful wretch, what is the use of keeping him?” Wang Dadong said coldly, his gaze sweeping over the stunned Zangmin around him.
“Please let Hake go, we were wrong, we shouldn’t have repaid kindness with ingratitude,” Lange pleaded, thudding down onto the ground.
At that mont, many Zhuanghu woke up to reality, thudding to their knees one by one.
Zhuanghu respect the strong, not because the Witch God had made great contributions.
But because it was rumored that the first generation Witch God was the bravest man among the Zhuanghu, who could fight fierce tigers barehanded.
Because they firmly believed that it is impossible for humans to kill a tiger, only the strongest warrior blessed by the gods could possess such power.
Eventually, the Witch God beca regarded as the Guardian God of the Zhuanghu, his status growing ever more sacred.
“We are willing to worship you as the new generation Witch God,” the Zhuanghu began to kowtow to Wang Dadong.
In Zhuanghu, the strong are always respected.
“Brother Zhaxi, it’s bad, Sister Lin has been captured and taken to Flying Horse Fortress, hurry and save her,” iduo’s anxious voice ca at that mont.
Wang Dadong’s expression changed; he hadn’t seen Lin Shiyan when he just returned and thought that she wasn’t in the village.
“When did this happen?” Wang Dadong asked sternly.
“It happened when we were captured, Sister Lin was also caught.
The ssenger said that the Witch God Temple in Hasa Village has been desecrated, so they intend to send Sister Lin to the Witch God Temple in Flying Horse Fortress as a sacrifice!” iduo quickly explained.
Rage burning in his heart, Wang Dadong looked coldly at the kneeling Zhuanghu, “You’d better pray that she’s alright, otherwise, prepare for Hasa Village to disappear.”
Having said that, he asked for directions to the Flying Horse Fortress and quickly headed there.
No sooner had Wang Dadong left than a few Zhuanghu rushed over.
“What happened?”
“Dama, you’re, your sickness is cured?”
“Yes, we’re all better now, it must be Granny Yangjin who cured us.”
The Zangmin who rushed over had been staying at Granny Yangjin’s ho, suffering from a strange illness.
It was the art of the Witch God; now that the Witch God was nearly dead, their illnesses naturally healed without dicine.
“Did you see that?
Granny isn’t a demon, she cured them,” iduo said in tears.
“Who said Granny Yangjin was a demon?
I’ll fight them with my life,” a cured Zhuanghu said fiercely.
“Granny Yangjin, how did you get hurt, quick, stop the bleeding for Granny Yangjin.”
…
Wang Dadong was anxious, he had witnessed firsthand the tragic fate of sacrifices.
The thought of Lin Shiyan, precious as gold, possibly being tortured with thorn lashes like Zhuoma, filled him with anger.
Tonight, the Flying Horse Fortress was unusually lively, for they had received a beautiful sacrifice.
“So beautiful, yet to be a servant of the demons, what a pity”
“Rest assured, I will make you the most beautiful sacrifice,” the Color Painter said admiringly.
His favorite was beautiful sacrifices, especially painting them with his own hands.
“Let
go, you bastards, I’m not a demon!” Lin Shiyan, tied to a tree trunk, shouted angrily.
Now she didn’t find Zhuanghu cute at all; instead, she found them terrifying, always talking about sacrifices and such.
“The auspicious ti has co.” The Witch God ssenger circled Lin Shiyan for half a day, then waved his steel fork at the Color Painter.
“No, stop, please!” Lin Shiyan was terrified.
She had witnessed the tragic scene when Zhuoma beca a sacrifice.
However, the rough Zhuanghu paid no heed to the Female CEO’s pleas.
“Wang Dadong, save !
Didn’t you say you were my bodyguard?
Where are you now!”
“Wang Dadong, please, co save ?”
“Stop yelling, it’s useless, no one will co to save you, beautiful demon servant, just beco a sacrifice willingly,” the Color Painter sneered.
“Wang Dadong, if you don’t show yourself this second, you’re going to regret it!” Lin Shiyan scread at the top of her lungs.
The Female CEO lived up to her title, even her pleas for help roaring with authority.
Bang—a loud noise as the wooden door splintered open.
Suddenly, a figure flashed into the door.
“You are…”
“Your grandfather!”
The Color Painter had just turned around when he was slapped by Wang Dadong against the wall.
With a kick, the ssenger was also sent flying.
“Here I am, my dear wife, I’ve shown myself!” Having dealt with the ssenger, Wang Dadong quickly approached Lin Shiyan.
Never before had Lin Shiyan felt such warmth towards Wang Dadong.
By this ti, the Female CEO had been covered in various symbols, looking especially strange.
“Dammit, still looking, aren’t you untying
yet!” fire seed about to shoot from the eyes of the Female CEO.
“Umm…” Wang Dadong quickly untied Lin Shiyan.
Once free from the ropes, Lin Shiyan threw herself into Wang Dadong’s arms, then burst into tears, truly terrified by her ordeal.
“How did you know I was here?”
Wang Dadong’s face twitched as he dryly said, “My dear wife, your screaming was almost as loud as thunder, how could I not hear?”
“To hell with you, command your chariot back to the palace!”
“Chirp!”
Just like that, Wang Dadong held the hand of the Female CEO and walked out of the stone house.
Outside, the crowd of Flying Horse Fortress villagers was dense, looking like a tidal wave.
Seeing those fierce Flying Horse Fortress villagers ard with spears and knives, the Female CEO’s legs went weak.
Though she was still quite frightened inside, she had displayed such fierce authority, not wanting Wang Dadong to make fun of her.
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