The Evil Imperial Monarch Chapter 29: Mortal River

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Mortal River!

Ye Chu learned this by accident one day. Yugang and others called it the holy river, but the five sacred mountain disciples called the mortal river.

The words Mortal River shook Ye Chu, and Ye Chu couldn't calm down. He went to Xiayu for the Mortal River, but he didn't expect this river to be!

According to the map, there is holy liquid in the Mortal River. But relying on Ye Chu's experience in taking the four holy liquids, he didn't find any breath in them.

If it is really like a map, there is a thin spring flowing out and blending into the river. It's not surprising that the villagers living here can have such magical effects, and every one of them can live to one hundred and five.

Because the river water is mixed with holy liquid, it is not surprising how magical it is. But the problem was that Ye Chu didn't feel the scent of holy liquid at all.

"Why is this? Is it true that only mortals can feel the effect of absorbing the holy liquid? We can't? If this is the case, how can the magical effect of the river water boil the medicine be explained?"

Ye Chu couldn't understand, so he could only explore the river every day. But day by day, nothing happened.

In these days, Uncle Yu made a few bowls of medicinal solution for him every day, plus Ye Chu's self-care every day, his body was mostly better, but his complexion was still pale.

Ye Chu has been integrated into this simple town these days, and is familiar with the people of this small town. This kind of simple and uncontroversial life is a luxury for Ye Chu, so he is extremely rare. , Playing an ordinary person here, feeling the warmth here.

And the disciples who lived in the five sacred mountains like this, came to break it completely. The five holy places came to ride horses, aggressive and startled. I don't know how many shops have been overturned on the streets of the town. A dazzling array of shops are scattered everywhere, crushed by horseshoes, trampled by trampling.

These holy mountain disciples stood on the side horse in the center of the street, and mobilized their power to shout at the town: "The monthly tax, ten catties of ointment, hurry up, and those who lose a cent will die!"

The other party was arrogant, and Ye Chu was holding Xiao Yu'er in the farm house at this moment, and frowned slightly when he heard this voice. Uncle Yu was holding a snakeskin bag at this time, and was about to walk out of the house quickly.

When Ye Chu saw it, he couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Yu, what are you doing?"

"The holy mountain disciples are here to collect taxes, and you must quickly hand in the ointment, lest he make trouble!" Uncle Yu said as he ran.

Ye Chu wondered, let Xiao Yuer stay at home. He also followed Yu Bo out and saw a group of people standing in the center of the street on horseback. Every household gave them a snakeskin bag, they weighed it with their hands, and then put it away.

Uncle Yu ran to them quickly, bowed and said: "My lord, this is the tax for this month!"

The holy mountain disciple turned it on and nodded, indicating that Uncle Yu can leave.

Hearing these words, Yu Bo breathed a sigh of relief before leaving.

"Bold! Dare to use such a bad product for business!" Not long after Uncle Yu left, the disciple of the holy mountain roared, and the whip was drawn directly on the villagers who came to give the ointment.

Ye Chu looked at the villager, and he also knew him. He was the old yellow head from the small town of Xitou. His whole family were two people. My son went up the mountain last month and was torn off his legs by a beast. At the moment, he was paralyzed on the bed.

Old Huangtou's life was very difficult. He had to gather medicine to raise two people, and he had to take care of his son, and he had to stabilize his son's injury, which was costly.

It is precisely because of this that the people in this small town take good care of him, and often the things that are given to the old yellow head are half free and half sold. Ye Chu also secretly gave old Huangtou some medicines that he boiled for his son and lost some medicine, which stabilized his son's injury.

But his life is obviously very sad. An old man who is already a hundred years old, ricketed his body, was drawn with a whip, and was directly knocked over to the ground. There was a deep blood stain on his back, and blood penetrated from his back. On the shirt, the old yellow head screamed with palpitations.

Ye Chu couldn't help but want to come out, an old man was drawn like this, these people really have no humanity at all.

As soon as Ye Chu took a step, he was pulled by Yu Bo. Yu Bo shook his head and signaled Ye Chu not to be impulsive.

"Old guy, I told you a long time ago that the ointment should be as thick as a stone. What do you mean like tofu." While speaking, he drew the whip down again and drew it directly to the old yellow head's face. Above, a whip scar suddenly appeared on his face, like a blood snake, very hideous.

"Looking for death!" Ye Chu couldn't help but want to shoot when he saw it.

"Don't be impulsive!" Uncle Yu saw that the blue veins that Ye Chu was holding in his fist were about to flash out, he was startled, "You can't reveal your practice, otherwise they know that we harbor practitioners, surely Bloodbathed this town, you can keep the old yellow head at this time, but what to do after you leave, we all have to die!" Yu Bo sighed.

This sentence made Ye Chu take a deep breath, and his fist eased. Seeing the holy mountain disciples whipping and whip on Old Huang's head, Ye Chu's eyes were blood red.

Old Huangtou was drawn **** all over, but no one dared to save him. Watching such a cruel and **** scene happen in front of them.

Ye Chu took a deep breath, looked at these people coldly, and said silently in his heart: "None of you want to live!"

"My lord, this is already my limit. I beg my lord to forgive me one or two, and I will make it to the lord next month." The old yellow head pleaded, kneeling in the world, letting the whip hit him again and again. , There were bloodstains, and the pieces of meat were turned out. It was extremely bloody, and Ye Chu couldn't bear to look at it. For an ordinary old man, this was too cruel.

"Huh! Old fellow, I'll give you twenty pounds next month, otherwise it's not a whip." The holy mountain disciple drew a whip, then hummed, and continued to collect other people's ointment.

The old yellow head kowtows on the ground to thank him. Every time he kowtows, the blood stays and stains the ground.

Ye Chu looked at the ointments of the old yellow head, they were not much thinner than others, and if they continued to boil them, it would be a gap of about one or two. But just for these two, he pulled the old yellow head like this, Ye Chu's expression was cold, full of murderous intent.

A dignified kingly practitioner, this is true for an ordinary old man. It's not too much to say that these people are frantic.

Looking at these people taking away all the ointment, there was another gust of wind riding the horse, overturning countless drug stores in the town, and the cold color of Ye Chu's mouth became thicker.

When Ye Chu saw them leaving, he said to Yu Gang: "Uncle Yu, go back and look at Xiao Yuer, I have something else."

"Child, don't be impulsive, they are not something you can provoke!" Uncle Yu seemed to know what Ye Chu wanted to do, and said to Ye Chu.

"Uncle Yu, don't worry, I have my own discretion!" Ye Chu said to Uncle Yu, leaving in the opposite direction of the holy mountain disciple.