"What do you mean?"
The three visitors from the underground city stood up and looked at Li Mo with unfriendly expressions. They had encountered a lot of resistance and opposition before.
I'm afraid even Jiang Yu, who issued the decree, didn't expect that the underground cities that surrendered to them would be so cruel in taking away their benefits.
Using chicken feathers as a token of authority, they dared to force the villagers in the city to the brink of starvation.
And this confidence comes from the Celestial Clan, which does not require any food, except for the fact that they are greedy.
"I think your proposal is meaningless."
Li Mo filled the teapot: "Open the door and see the guests off!"
The door of the ancestral hall was opened by the villagers inside, and the crowd outside was filled with dark faces looking inside.
They were all very calm.
More than a decade ago, Dawang Village, like other ordinary villages, was very afraid of demons.
Now, they have worked together to drive away and kill several demons that roamed near the village.
They are not even afraid of those terrifying things, let alone a few stronger people?
And Village Chief Li would tell them the truth every once in a while.
A city with people will inevitably encounter years of disaster. If everyone has no food to eat, they will have no choice but to sell the land they have worked so hard to cultivate.
The land will fall into the hands of the people in the underground cities who have food, and once the disaster year is over, the subsequent good years will no longer belong to their descendants.
People may not understand other truths, but this is the land that gave birth to and raised them.
"Please, once the door is closed, you can't open it whenever you want."
“….”
Seeing this, the young man from the underground city was about to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, but was stopped.
The middle-aged man bowed to Li Mo and said, "We will meet again in the mountains and rivers!"
After saying that, he led the two of them away.
"Uncle Deng, we are just a group of villagers. Why did you stop me just now if I refused to accept your toast?" the young man said indignantly.
The middle-aged man surnamed Deng glanced at him and snorted:
"Don't you think the display in the ancestral hall is weird?"
The table for drinking tea was made from the roots of the Baige tree demon; the burning incense and candles were made from the fat of human snakes; the bed under their feet was made from the fur of black wind bears;
Damn it! Even with so many monsters, this Dawang Village is still peaceful and harmonious!
These villagers seem to have practiced some kind of martial arts that is not quite right!
"If we had taken action just now, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to leave the ancestral hall..."
The dungeon girl looked frightened and asked again:
"But this Dawang Village is so prosperous. If we fail to bring it under our jurisdiction, how can we report to the emperor?"
"If we can't take care of Dawang Village, can't the Celestial Clan take care of it?"
"I see that the martial arts of those people are strange and have the aura of demons. Maybe they have colluded with demons. This matter is serious and must be decided by the Tiancheng clan!"
The middle-aged man climbed onto the horse.
Three fast horses rode out of the village, and a figure slipped down from the tree.
Dong Erniu, the little kid who used to follow Li Mo and want to play with the "good sword", has now grown up and is extremely talented.
Just now he was hiding in the tree, and even the warriors in the dungeon didn't notice him.
He went to the ancestral hall immediately.
And the other side.
The trio had passed through a taller and more majestic city wall and had an audience with the Celestial Clan who were guarding their side.
This celestial being was a wild woman with wheat-colored skin and flowing black hair. She looked to be in her early thirties.
I heard that she was also extraordinary among the Celestial Clan. The auspicious light that accompanied her naturally was purple, and a single move of her hands and feet could cause an endless storm.
"Is there anyone in the human city colluding with the demons?"
Feng Zhi frowned and said in a bad tone: "You can handle such a small matter by yourselves, why bother me?"
In her eyes, there is actually not much difference between people from the human city and the underground city.
"The villagers of Dawang Village seem to have gained strength from the demon."
The three men were trembling, and only the middle-aged man could barely speak.
As soon as the words fell.
The woman opposite suddenly stood up and raised her hand slightly, and a strong wind swept the middle-aged man in front of her:
"Is what you just said true?"
"Absolutely true!"
Feng Zhi nodded and flicked her sleeves.
This matter is of great importance, she must go and confirm it in person.
The backflowing wind carried her and the other three people straight up to the sky, whistling through the air.
It only took her a quarter of an hour to follow the instructions and cover the long distance to arrive outside Dawang Village.
What comes into view are neatly arranged farmlands and lush mountains and waters.
There are people working in the fields and hunters hunting in the mountains.
The working farmers did not bend over, but crouched low, like a giant praying mantis hunting, using the sickle as a hand knife, and cutting off large tracts of weeds with one swing.
A man thought the ox was plowing too slowly, so he pushed the old ox aside, letting it rest and eat grass, while he harnessed the plow and started plowing the field.
The painting style in the farmland is weird enough.
The hunting scene in the mountains is even more outrageous.
The hunter pointed at the wild boar opposite him and hooked his finger with disdain:
"Dead pig, come here!"
"Hmm?!"
The wild boar had never suffered such humiliation before. It was furious and used its Pig Lunge to try to push the hunter to death.
As a result, the hunter let out a "hey", got into position, and charged forward fiercely.
bump--
It was the rather large wild boar that flew out instead, and fainted in the process of being knocked away.
"Well, I told you something was wrong with Dawang Village!"
The middle-aged people in the dungeon pointed and talked, full of confidence.
Who is a good person who farms and hunts like this?
"Sword Mantis, Wild Bull, Iron-Horned Rhino..."
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