417 What is a Holy Dragon?
There was a row of stools in front of the Hu Family Village’s general temple.
At the highest point sat Village Chief Hu, Old Master Hu, Elder Ma, and the others. Below them sat Old man Wang.
Old Madam Wang stood at the front and looked at the person on the wooden board.
The person on the wooden board had his right leg curled up in an abnormal position. His left leg was straightened and placed beside him, and a rolling pin was pressed tightly against it.
It was clearly not summer yet, but that person’s clothes were already drenched, and sweat was still dripping down his forehead.
“You said that your name is Hei Shi and you’re from the Swimming Dragon Clan?” Old Madam Wang asked.
Hei Shi answered through the pain. ‘Yes.’
“What did you mean by the Holy Dragon previously?” Old Madam Wang walked half a circle around the wooden board and said unhurriedly, “Think carefully before answering. Otherwise, forget about the second leg, don’t even think about keeping the third leg.”
Hei Shi: “…” This is a bandit nest, right?!!
“To be precise, I’m a traitor to the Swimming Dragon Clan. I’m here to look for—”
He thought for a long time and was about to speak when there was a sudden sound of air being torn apart. Something was shooting straight at his face.
Hei Shi immediately tensed up.
He was already poisoned to begin with, and with his right leg broken, even if he knew that someone wanted his life, he couldn’t dodge.
My life is over.
He thought sadly.
In the next moment, something appeared from the other side and matched the object in the air. Not only did it block the incoming hidden weapon, but it also did not slow down and shot in the direction of the hidden weapon.
“Wu—” A muffled groan came from a tree not far away.
A person fell heavily from a tree.
He immediately fainted.
The villagers were shocked.
They hurriedly went over to take a look and saw a person dressed similarly to Hei Shi.
With a chopstick stuck in his chest, he had already fainted.
The villagers were dumbfounded.
What was going on?
“Amitabha.” Yun Zhi walked out of the crowd with a very humble expression. “This poor monk’s hand slipped. I’ve sinned.”
The villagers: …
If the master did not swallow the vegetarian drumstick in his mouth while speaking and even wiped the remaining chopsticks on the sleeve of the person beside him, they would really believe him.
Old Madam Wang said, “Chuanfu, keep an eye on him first. We’ll talk about saving him later.”
Wang Chuanfu hurriedly ran over and squatted in front of the unconscious person.
“You can tell me now.” Old Madam Wang kicked the wooden board.
Hei Shi completely believed that there were crouching tigers and hidden dragons in this village. It was definitely not something a small traitor like him could match up against.
Hence, he confessed honestly.
“Our Swimming Dragon Clan was formed 800 years ago. It was a freak combination of factors—”
Halfway through his sentence, his injured leg was stepped on by Old Madam Wang.
Everyone heard his scream.
Then, they silently turned their heads away.
Especially Hu San, who looked at Third Aunt Hu’s leg from time to time.
It seemed that Auntie Wang had really held back when she quarreled with his wife all these years.
Otherwise, his wife would have been paralyzed on the bed long ago.
Hei Shi said, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. I’m here to look for the Holy Dragon! The more poisoned we are, the more we can sense the traces of the Holy Dragon. We usually have a feeling in our hearts to look for the Holy Dragon.”
Actually, Hei Shi was not sure that the Holy Dragon was here. In fact, he was very confused. However, after walking to this mountain range, he vaguely sensed something in his heart that led him to walk over here.
Even if he reached the Holy Dragon, there was a high chance that he would be swallowed by it.
In any case, no traitor was saved by the Holy Dragon in the past.
“Could the Holy Dragon he’s talking about be—?” The villagers discussed quietly.