Martial arts become gods

Chapter 483 High Priest Curry

After a while, Yin Qiantong also woke up, and she and Xiyan were treated much better than Mo Xian, only their hands and feet were tied up.

Mo Xian shook his head at Yin Qiantong, signaling her not to act rashly.

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then a man wearing a white animal skin waistcoat walked in.

This person was wearing a white animal skin waistcoat. He was very burly, but she was a woman.

This seemed a little weird, how could an ordinary woman be as strong as her.

Seeing that Mo Xian and the others were already awake, the woman moved the oil lamp closer, and seeing that Mo Xian and Yin Qiantong were tied up well, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Who are you guys? Why are you here? For what purpose?"

Her voice was very jerky, as if she had just learned to speak.

"We should be asking this question, right? Who are you and why are you here?" Mo Xian asked back.

The woman seemed to be stopped by the question, and she hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak.Finally, he blushed and said, "Don't play tricks, you are prisoners now."

"Captive?" Mo Xian frowned, this title was not pleasant.

Yin Qiantong did it more directly than him. The rope on her body turned into dust, and the sharp sword in her hand was pressed against the throat of the comer at the same time.

The woman was so frightened that she almost fell to the ground, and a series of strange symbols came out of her mouth, which seemed to be some kind of language.

"Qiantong, don't do it!" Mo Xian said quickly, the other party didn't seem to want to kill them, otherwise they wouldn't have waited until now.

But if Yin Qiantong made a move, there would be no room for redemption.

After a burst of chaotic footsteps, a dozen strong men rushed in.

Like the stolen corpse that Mo Xian saw before, these people were all wearing a white animal skin waistcoat.

Mo Xian glanced at the shoes on the soles of their feet, they were also the same as the stolen corpse.

He is now basically sure that these people stole the corpse, and they sneaked into their camp in the middle of the night every day.

Because these people all wore the same shoes and were about the same size, they left the same footprints.

"Cuckoo, chirp..."

Seeing Yin Qiantong pointing his sword at the woman, the strong men who rushed in immediately made a series of strange noises, appearing very anxious and nervous.

Finally, a big man with a red face came out and said intermittently: "Dear...friend...I...we...have no...bad intentions!"

"We can let him go, but you can't mess around!" Mo Xian frowned, these guys seemed very simple.

In fact, the most important thing is that they are not strong.

"Don't worry, we are friendly to our friends!" the red-faced man said.

"Qiantong, let her go!" Mo Xian said.

Hearing this, Yin Qiantong directly withdrew the long sword. In the past, she would have killed it directly.

"Who are you guys? Why did you sneak attack us?" Mo Xian asked again.

This question seems to be difficult for the big man Honglian again, he held back for a long time, and said: "You guys, come!"

As he spoke, he chattered a lot, and those people withdrew one after another, but they all had a look of uneasiness on their faces.

The red-faced man led Mo Xian and the three of them around the corner, and the burly men and women around them would cast curious and panicked glances at them.

Not long after, the red-faced man brought Mo Xian and the three of them into a huge cave.

In the center of the cave, there is a throne carved out of stone, on which sits a very short old man with a white beard.

The big red-faced man mumbled something to the old man, and then stood aside respectfully with his hands down.

From the looks of it, this old man should be the leader here.

This made Mo Xian feel a little weird, after all, his short stature was definitely considered unusual here.

"My friend from afar, I'm Curry, the high priest here." The old man climbed down from the huge throne with some difficulty, making people worry that he might fall down.

"Senior, where are my friends? And why did you arrest us here?" Mo Xian asked straight to the point.

"No, no, we didn't arrest you, but saved you." Curry said with a bit of complacency.

"Save us?" Mo Xian was taken aback. The other party visited their camp several times at night, causing them to panic. He actually wanted to save them?

"That's right, only we can help you escape those terrible guys." Curry raised his beard when he spoke, and looked quite proud, as if he had done something remarkable.

"Well, even if you guys saved us, can we leave now?" Mo Xian said with a bit of a smile on his face.

"No...no, those horrible guys are outside. If you go out, you will become like that. Only I, High Priest Curry, can protect your safety." Curry said.

"You guys, protect me?" The corners of Mo Xian's mouth twitched. The total number of people here is not enough for him to move a finger.

However, the opponent's ability to burrow into the ground and make people sleepy is very unique, but that's all.

"Yes!" Curry said very seriously.

"Then what do you want?" Mo Xian simply continued his words, but the other party would definitely not save them for no reason.

"My high priest Curry has a noble status, but I don't have a single woman. I see two of you..." Before Curry could finish speaking, he felt a huge murderous intent sweeping over him, and he didn't dare to speak any more. Go on.

"Hmph, old man, I respect your age, but you'd better not draw our attention, otherwise..." Mo Xian said in a deep voice, the old man dared to set Yin Qiantong and Xi Yan's ideas, he really didn't know what to do.

While speaking, he waved his palm lightly, and a huge stone lock not far away that didn't know what it was used for was instantly shattered into pieces.

Seeing this, Curry and the red-faced man's eyes straightened.

Those stone locks were used by their fighters during training, and they were extremely heavy and hard.

And what Mo Xian smashed just now was the biggest one, and only the strongest fighter here could lift it up.

Even if they were stupid, it was not difficult to see that Mo Xian's strength far surpassed them.

"Oh, my dear friend, you really have no sense of humor. I was just joking with you. How could I, High Priest Curry, have such a rude request?" Curry immediately changed into a humble picture. look, said.

It seems that he is much smarter than those simple and honest big men.

"Old slippery man!" Mo Xian sneered in his heart, and then said: "Old man, you'd better tell me the whole thing, otherwise, I'll tear down this damn place of yours."

"Yes..." Curry nodded again and again, then squeezed out a few tears, and told Mo Xian a story that he thought was very touching.

What Mo Xian listened to was frowning, the other party was obviously just talking nonsense, and he was never foolish.

And let him go on talking for three days and three nights, so he said impatiently: "Old man, you'd better pick the important ones!"

Although the other party is an old man, he likes to put on airs and doesn't deserve his respect at all.

(End of this chapter)