Chapter 3 The Temple of Witchcraft

Wh - The branch was violently turbulent, and the teenager who was sleeping on the branch suddenly fell to one side. Ai Sang was shocked, looked at it in horror, and covered his mouth tightly.

The teenager's body was crooked. He suddenly woke up from his dream and realized the crisis in the dim. He hugged his arms, but he couldn't hold it tightly. He fell straight down with a swish.

"Ah--" He shouted and looked up in mid-air. He suddenly saw Assan and others, as if he didn't understand what was going on. He shouted in a daze, "Is it dawn--"

"Boom--" The body has been smashed on the roof of the witch temple from ten feet high in the air. It was covered with a dull loud noise. The roof couldn't hold such a big force. It burst and was smashed out with a big hole. Shaoqiu's thin body sank into the temple.

Everyone looked at it in a daze, and even Xu Di was dumbfounded. In an instant, a dull loud noise came from the temple, accompanied by the cracking sound of pottery...

"What's going on?"

"Have the gods been sanctified?"

The people who were sacrificing looked up in surprise, but they were stunned to see three confused teenagers standing on the big banyan tree at the top of the temple.

Outside the empty mulberry forest, the dense mulberry forest is mixed with lacquer trees and low shrubs, which are slowly spread on the slope of the empty mulberry mountain.

More than a dozen teenagers gathered on the edge of the beach outside the forest and were whispering.

"Why hasn't Essen come yet?"

"Bai Miao and Xu Di have been there for so long. Haven't you found Ai Sang yet?"

"She knew that today was the day of the boss's coming-of-age ceremony, which was deliberately embarrassing the boss!"

"Don't say it." Sang Mingyu waved his hand faintly and stopped everyone's discussion.

This 16-year-old teenager is thick and taller than his peers, but his body is extremely well-proportioned, handsome and powerful, his face is like a knife and an axe carving, with clear edges and corners. Strong and elegant, full of movement but polite, no wonder he became the young king of the island at the age of nearly 16.

He was dressed in a gray brown sweater, and his chest and ribs were wrapped in two leather armor to protect the key points. A spear with a wooden handle with a sharp blade in his hand, a bow and arrow on his back, and two white fish bone blades in his waist, which can be said to be fully armed.

This kind of fish bone blade is made of a strange fish rib called Puyi fish in the sea, with a length ranging from one foot to three feet. After the fish bone is removed from the ribs of the Puyi fish, its curvature is naturally bent. After secret processing, the sharp edge is sharpened, and then the handle is installed to make a fish bone blade. It is sharp and sharp. The powerful person can pierce it with all his strength and can pierce through a half-foot thick board.

Sang Mingyu will rely on it to hunt the most fierce beast on Kongsang Island - Hao Yi.

He straightened up the bone spear, flicked the cold tip of the spear, and slowly said, "I'm going now. If I can't come back in this life, tell Essen that I can't wait for her... I also told Shaoqiu that I will take good care of her."

He smiled and resolutely turned around. He put the spear on his shoulder and strode into the unpredictable forest of empty mulberry. As he walked, he laughed loudly: "Raise the spear and kill the hero, drink ice and snow and lie on the cold stone..."

The teenagers looked silently, the wind rose, the branches and leaves danced, the long hair fluttered, and the lonely figure disappeared in the dark forest without hesitation.

"Chop down--" Wu Xie glared at them, slowly took off his bronze mask, roared, and his face twisted to palpitating. In fact, as a woman, Wu Xie is not only ugly, but also beautiful. She doesn't know how old she is, and other people don't know. It seems that Wu Xie has been about thirty years old since the time the teenagers can remember. She hasn't changed at all for so many years. She is still young and beautiful, so beautiful that she makes women despair and suffocates men.

But at this time, the extreme anger made her eyes breathe fire, and her white face was flushed, just like the red sky on the eve of the earthquake.

At this time, Wu Xie also saw the smoke and dust from the roof of the temple. She was stunned and flew into the hall. Then there was a heartbreaking scream in the hall. A moment later, Wu Xie ran out again, but there was a teenager in his hand, who was wet and drunk, and her forehead seemed to be broken, bright red.

"Plop." Wu Xie raised his hand and threw the teenager on the open space in front of the temple. He turned his head and said coldly, "You three, come down!"

The three of Ai Sang trembled and stood in a daze on the banyan tree for a long time before climbing down in a panic. Xu Di's dark face was full of cold sweat, and his hands were sweaty. By accident, he fell straight to the ground from the tree several feet high.

At this time, the people in the square reacted, and there was Ai Rongwei, the father of Ai Sang in the middle. Ai Rongwei is dressed in a green robe, with a square face and a hard beard. He is the first warrior of the Kongsang tribe. He got up from the ground, avoided the sun, looked at the tree, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Aissan? Why did you climb to the tree?"

Then he looked at the teenager on the ground, but saw that he was dusty, full of wine, muddy, and almost a mud monkey. The teenager was really exhausted. Maybe he was too drunk. He fell from such a high air and was thrown into the courtyard by Wu Xie. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't sleep soundly. He was sleeping soundly with his mouth bulging. Under the dull eyes of everyone, he smashed his mouth, as if he was tasting wine.

"This... isn't this Shaoqiu?" Ai Rongwei bent down to look and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Young Hill?" An old man and an old woman were squeezed out in the crowd. The trembling was Shaoqiu's father and Shaoqiu's mother. As soon as the second old man approached, he smelled the smell of wine and couldn't help wondering: "Why did he fall from the top of the temple? Where did you drink so much wine?

"Huh! Ask him!" Wu Xie held a long bamboo pole in his hand and put it on the ground. He said coldly, "He poked a hole in the top of the temple with this bamboo pole, inserted one end into the wine jar, and hid on the branch to steal wine!"

"Ah--" The two old people suddenly looked at each other in consters and couldn't say anything.

At this time, three unlucky people who were regarded as accomplices also came over in dismay, one by one with their heads down and not saying a word. Xu Di looked at the bamboo pole with slanting eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Ai Sang pinched him fiercely. Xu Di grinned and didn't dare to say anything. Bai Miao stood up straight with a guilty face.

"Young Hill!" Shaoqiu's father was furious and picked up the bamboo pole and knocked on Shaoqiu.

Shaoqiu slept soundly, and there was a bang on his forehead. He opened his mouth and yawned, rubbed his forehead, and muttered, "Stupid bird, come and peck me again..."

He turned over, raised his buttocks, hugged his head with both hands, and continued to sleep.