Mortal River!

This was something Ye Chu accidentally learned one day. Yu Gang and others called it the Holy River, but the disciples of the five Holy Mountains were called the Mortal River.

The three words "Mortal River" shocked Ye Chu, and Ye Chu could not calm down. He went to Xia Domain just for the Mortal River, but he didn't expect that this river was!

From the map, I learned that there is holy liquid in the Mortal River. However, with Ye Chu's experience of taking four holy liquids, there was no breath in it.

If it is really like the map, there is a thin spring flowing out and blending into the river. It is no surprise that the villagers living here can have such miraculous effects, and each one can live to a hundred and five.

Because the river water is mixed with holy liquid, it is not surprising that it is magical. But the problem is that Ye Chu did not feel any trace of holy liquid breath at all.

"How could this happen? Can only mortals really feel the effect of absorbing the holy liquid? We can't? If this is the case, how can we explain the magical effect of boiling medicine in the river water?"

Ye Chu could not understand and could only explore the river every day. But day by day, he still found nothing.

These days, Yu Bo cooks a few bowls of medicinal liquid for him every day, and Ye Chu takes care of himself every day, and his health has been mostly improved, but his face is still pale.

Ye Chu has also been integrated into this simple town these days and is familiar with the people of this town. This simple and uncontested life is a luxury for Ye Chu, so he is extremely rare. He plays an ordinary person here and feels the warmth here.

And the disciples who lived in the five holy mountains in this way came completely. The five holy places came to horses, with great momentum and shock. There were countless shops on the streets of the town and streets, and there were a wide range of shops scattered everywhere, passing by horse hooves and trampling.

These disciples of the Holy Mountain stood on the center of the street, and used their strength to yelled at the town: "The monthly tax is 10 kilograms of ointment, take it up quickly, and one less is the one who dies!"

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

When Ye Chu saw this, he couldn't help asking: "Uncle Yu, what are you doing?"

"The disciples of the Holy Mountain are here to collect taxes. You must hand over the ointment quickly so that he will not make things difficult for him!" Yu Bo spoke as he ran.

Ye Chu was puzzled and asked Xiao Yu'er to stay at home. He also walked out with Uncle Yu and saw a group of people standing in the center of the street. Each farmer threw a snakeskin bag to them. They started to weigh it and then put it away.

Bo Yu quickly ran to them, bowed and said, "Sir, this is the tax for this month!"

The disciple of the Holy Mountain turned out to look at it and nodded, indicating that Bo Yu could leave.

Hearing this sentence, Yu Bo breathed a sigh of relief and left.

"Bold! You dare to take such a bad product and hand in hand!" Not long after Yu Bo left, the disciple of the Holy Mountain roared and whipped directly on the villagers who came to hand in hand in the ointment.

Ye Chu looked at the villagers and he also knew that it was Lao Huangtou at the west end of the town. His whole family was two. His son was bitten off by a ferocious beast last month and was paralyzed in bed. The whole family relied on Lao Huangtou to go up the mountain to collect herbs.

Lao Huangtou lived a hard life. He had to collect herbs and raise two people, take care of his son, and he had to stabilize his son's injuries, which cost amazingly.

It is precisely because of this that the people in this town take great care of him. Many times, the things that were given to Lao Huangtou were half-given and half-sold. Ye Chu also secretly gave Lao Huangtou some pills to the medicinal materials he made for his son, stabilizing his son's injuries.

But his life was obviously very sad. An old man, who was already in his 100-year-old, was whipped with a whip in his hunched body and was directly overturned to the ground. A deep blood mark on his back, and blood penetrated from his back to his clothes, making him palpitations and the old yellow head screamed.

Ye Chu couldn't help but walk out. An old man was criticized like this. These people really have no human nature.

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 have told you that the ointment should be sticky like a stone, what does it mean to be like tofu?" As he spoke, he whipped it down again and directly hit Lao Huang's face. A whip scar appeared on his face, like a blood snake, very ferocious.

"Looking for death!" When Ye Chu saw it, he couldn't help but want to take action.

"Don't be impulsive!" Uncle Yu was startled when he saw that the veins clenched in Ye Chu's fist were about to flash, and he was startled, "You can't expose your practice anymore, otherwise they knew that we were hiding practitioners here, so they would definitely have washed this town bloodied. You can save Lao Huang's head at this time, but what should you do after you leave? We will all die!" Uncle Yu sighed.

This sentence made Ye Chu take a deep breath, and his fist relaxed. Seeing the Holy Mountain disciple whip at Lao Huang's body, Ye Chu's eyes were red.

Old Huang's head was sucked and his body was covered in blood, but no one dared to save him. He watched such a cruel and bloody scene live in front of them.

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

"Sir, this is my limit. Please give me some tolerance. I will compensate you for it next month." Old Huang begged, kneeling on the world, allowing the whip to twitch it again and again, and bloody marks appeared, and the flesh slices were turned out. It was extremely bloody and shocking Ye Chu couldn't bear to look at it. For an ordinary old man, this was too cruel.

"Hmph! Old guy, give twenty kilograms next month, otherwise it would be a whip." The disciple of the Holy Mountain whip, then snorted and continued to collect the ointment of others.

Lao Huang kowtowed to thank him on the ground. Every time he kowtowed, the blood stayed and dyed the ground red.

Ye Chu looked at the ointment of the old Huangtou, which was not much thinner than others. If he continued to boil the drying, it would be about one or two taels. But just for one or two taels, he pulled the old Huangtou into this way. Ye Chu looked cold and murderous.

A dignified king practitioner is like this to an ordinary old man. It is not an exaggeration to say that these people are crazy.

Seeing these people taking away all the ointments, another gust of wind was storming, overturning countless medicinal shops in the town, the cold color on the corners of Ye Chu's mouth became even thicker.

After seeing them leaving, Ye Chu said to Yu Gang: "Uncle Yu, go back and look at Xiao Yu'er first. I have something to do."

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

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility!" Ye Chu said to Yu Bo and left in the opposite direction of the disciples of the Holy Mountain.
Chapter completed!