Just when the old man was nervous, Lin Tian took out the famous brand given to him by the miracle doctor's parents, looked at him and asked, "Old man, do you still remember Mr. Huang?"

When the old man heard Lin Tian's words, the big event of that year seemed to flash in his mind. He couldn't help but throw away the farm tools on his body excitedly, rushed forward and pulled Lin Tian's hands and said, "You are the son of Huangqi and Chen Lingzhi? I heard that they had just given birth to a child, and now they should be about as old as you."

Lin Tian smiled bitterly and said, "Old man, you misunderstood. I am not Mr. Huang's son. I am the apprentice of the two of them."

"Advisor? Hello, apprentice. Come on, come back and have a cup of tea with me?" The old man pulled Lin Tian enthusiastically and walked into the village.

"Thank you, old man." Lin Tian bowed to the old man.

Peng Wuzheng looked at Lin Tian’s slutty operation with a look of surprise. He actually took a few words to get this old man from Miaojiang, which forced him to accept it.

However, he remembered that Lin Tian was not from Miaojiang, and his heritage and famous brand. This made Peng Wuzheng feel that Lin Tian was a bit mysterious for the first time.

After entering the village, there are still many elderly people staying here in the village, but the young people have been exposed.

Until Lin Tian and Peng Wu were walking into the second floor of a stilt house, the old man began to take out the delicious tea and delicious snacks he had accumulated and put them on the table to entertain Lin Tian.

"You are polite, old man." Lin Tian thanked.

"It's okay." The old man waved his hand and signaled Lin Tian and Peng Wu to sit down.

"Old man, I remember the master told me that this was once a large clan, why has it declined like this now?" Lin Tian asked.

The old man sighed, and he believed in his heart that Lin Tian was the apprentice of the two miracle doctors.

He took a sip of the high mountain tea he picked, moistened his throat and said:

"We are not a big clan. Our real name is the Witch Clan. Our ancestors are the Twelve Ancestral Witches who fought against Huangdi in ancient times. Everyone in our clan is born with a high level of understanding of witchcraft. But unfortunately, the twelve ancestors were killed by Huangdi. Our Witch Clan risked his life to rob the corpses of their ancestors, hid in this poor and good water, and lived a life of silence. Our Witch Clan has also become the tomb guardians, and has been guarding the corpses of the twelve ancestors."

"But over the past two hundred years, warlords fought melee and anti-Japanese war, our witch tribe sent a large number of top masters to come out to fight, and the losses were serious. This also led to the clan leader at that time ordering the mountain to be closed, allowing only a small number of people to go out to exchange supplies, and the rest could not come out. This rule then led to the reason why your master and others came over back then, because of that matter, the clan was quarreling. We never expected that that young man was actually possessed, practiced black witchcraft, returned to the witch tribe, and massacred a large number of our witch tribe's masters.

Then, our witch clan officially became lonely, and the rest of the people were afraid that the young man would come back and run away. The young people were also taken away, and now we, the group of old guys, are left to guard here."

When Lin Tian heard this, what the old man said was almost the same as what he knew.

Peng Wuzheng said anxiously: "Old man, your witch tribe is now empty in defense. Many people outside already know the witch tribe's Twelve Ancestor Witch Blood Pool. They have entered the mountain and will probably arrive in a day and a half."

"Ah? Is this true?" The old man looked at Lin Tian with surprise.

Lin Tian nodded, looked at the old man seriously and said, "We took a shortcut by luck and arrived here first."

"Oh, indeed, the lessons of history have never been lie, but don't worry. Our masters of the witch clan have strengthened the blood pool of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and there are many mechanisms to defend, which is as solid as a god. Please rest assured to both of you." The old man sighed at the fate of the times, and then became confident in the defense of his own Witch clan.

"Oh well."

Seeing that the old man was so confident, Lin Tian quickly changed the subject and asked: "Old man, where will we sleep tonight?"

The old man quickly stood up and said, "Just sleep in the stilt house opposite me, anyway, which family has moved away."

"Okay, then we'll go and rest first." Lin Tian bowed to the old man.

Walk towards the stilt house opposite.

The old man watched Lin Tian all the way to rest, then turned around, slowly walked to a incense burner, and silently slapped an incense stick.

After sipping the incense, the old man silently took out a white robe, put it on his body, and sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated.

If Lin Tian saw this scene, he would definitely recognize the old man's identity - the witch doctor.

In addition to killing people, drugging, and fighting, the witchcraft of the witch clan can also save people. This is also the most special profession in the entire witch clan.

In the next day, Lin Tian and Peng Wuzheng seemed to have forgotten the task of their two people coming here, but followed the old man to help him turn over the fields, catch fish, cook dried fish, cook dishes, and cook rice.

Do all kinds of farm work and eat any farm food.

Many people in the village welcomed the arrival of the two young people, so often after dinner, some old ladies sewing clothes came to the pavilion to chat with Lin Tian and talk about what the outside world had become.

Peng Wuzheng also felt a little strange. Lin Tian really seemed to be a traveler like a farmer every day. At night, Lin Tian even took Peng Wuzheng up the mountain to play wild game.

However, this nonsense day was soon broken the next day.

The Flying Knife Sect and the Suyi Sect are the first to resist here.

"Su Su, did you break up with Ninth King today?"

The leader of the Flying Dagger asked Su Su with a confused look on his face.

"No!"

Su Su from Suyimen responded impatiently.

"Break up with him soon, what's the point of having he?"

The master of the Flying Knife began his gossip.

"I hope you have the ability to say the same in front of him."

Su Su from Suyi Gate looked at the flying knife master with disdain and said.

"Hehe, I dared to say that just because I knew he wasn't here."

The leader of the Feidao Sect smiled foolishly, and then he looked at the village in front of him, which was a little deserted.

"Let's go, go into this village and see if you can find clues about the blood pool of the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

Su Su said to the flying knife.

"good."

Flying Dao nodded, he obeyed Su Su's words very much.

The two teams immediately started a search, and finally found some old people in the terraced fields, and then continued to explore, and finally found a place with a lot of people at the end of the village.

Su Su saw an acquaintance in it.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!