Chapter 868

I'm afraid these are the old trees inherited by Yu's ancestral hall for hundreds of years. Although these trees have many years, they are still ordinary. They don't have any aura, let alone sacred breath.

This makes Jiang Wuchen feel inexplicably disappointed. At the same time, he has a touch of expectation and curiosity about the sacred breath of Jiacun. Where does the sacred breath come from?

"These are the sacred trees in Yujia village!" scar Zi whispered beside him. "You can see that many people come here to pray incense, especially those old Yujia villagers who are wandering abroad. They are very superstitious about the sacred tree. Some have not lived in Yujia village for decades and will come back to have a look every new year."

"These trees are good, but they have no spirit. At best, they are people's sustenance for the gods. They have found a place, a kind of psychological comfort." Jiang Wuchen said faintly.

Scar son nodded and said, "I kowtowed to the divine tree back then. I hope the divine tree will bless me. Scar son can make a difference in Haichuan. It's effective."

Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "you can still get along well without worshipping the divine tree. Some people can't get on the table. Even if you worship the divine tree, it's useless."

Just then, an old man came out of the small path behind a side hall. The old man held scissors in his hand and carried a bamboo basket filled with all kinds of newly cut branches.

When the old man appeared, Jiang Wuchen immediately felt a familiar evil spirit! The evil spirit from Zhong Zhenzhen and Li Li is the same as the old man.

Needless to say, the old man supported by Zhong Zhenzhen and Li Li is the one in front of him.

The old man doesn't look very old. At best, he is 60 years old, but his hair is almost all white. Looking at a person's age, we can't just look at his hair. Some teenagers are only 15 or 16 years old, but their hair is white. Is it old?

The age should be comprehensively judged from a person's skin and walking shape. The old man has few wrinkles, bright eyes, straight waist, but a little hunchback.

When Jiang Wuchen looked at the old man, the old man also looked up at Jiang Wuchen. There was also a look of horror on his face.

"Uncle ma?" scar Zi rubbed his eyes and narrowed to see.

The old man also looked at scar son and said, "it's scar son."

"Oh, it's really uncle Ma!" scar clapped his hands excitedly and hurried over. "Uncle Ma, I haven't seen you for at least seven or eight years." he took out a cigarette from his arms and handed it over.

The old man took it, lit it, took a hard puff and inhaled it directly into his lungs. Then he coughed slightly. He could hear that his trachea was not good, with heavy hoarseness and phlegm sound.

The old man's eyes looked at Jiang Wuchen again.

Scar asked excitedly, "Uncle Ma, why are you in the ancestral hall so late?"

"It's autumn. Bundle the branches of the tree seedlings and get some leaves home to feed the sheep." the old man said and then asked, "Why are you here?"

Scar Zi scratched his head. "It's a long story. Let me introduce you first. This is... Master Jiang, my master."

"Yo?" the old man was stunned and then sneered, "so you will bow your head and worship your master."

"Hahaha, I admire capable people, like Uncle Ma," scar said.

Jiang Wuchen came over with a smile on his face. Scar Zi quickly introduced him: "master Jiang, this is uncle ma. He doesn't believe in horses. His surname is Yu, Yu Ma! If you want to say the oldest root in Yujia village, it's uncle Ma's family."

At this moment, Jiang Wuchen has found the root. The demonized sacred breath is emitted from this person. It's hard to imagine that there is such a powerful sacred breath on a person!

Judging from the divine breath, the cultivation of Uncle Ma is not low. At least he has the law and magic power of divine breath, but he has been demonized.

"Hello, uncle ma." Jiang Wuchen politely stretched out his hand.

"Hello, young man." Yu Ma stretched out his hand and gently shook Jiang Wuchen. At this time, a middle-aged fat man shouted anxiously at the door of the ancestral hall, "Uncle Ma, uncle Ma!!"

"Yes, inside." Yu Ma answered.

The fat man panted and ran over. The white Nike short sleeves were soaked. His clothes were pasted on the fat meat. He ran, and the meat all over his body trembled.

Running to Yu Ma, the fat man didn't have time to see Jiang Wuchen and scar. He held his knees with both hands and breathed. The sweat beads on his forehead fell down, and his face turned pig liver.

Yu Ma frowned, "what's the matter? Anxious like this?"

"Come on, i... my nephew's second abductor is evil and kills with a knife!" said the fat man.

"Go and have a look!" Yu Ma said and ran ahead. Jiang Wuchen and scar followed, and the fat man breathed heavily and followed closely.

When they got out of the ancestral hall and ran a short distance, they came to the entrance of a small alley and heard the noise and shrill cry inside.

Several people rushed in and pushed open the door of a courtyard. Inside, a chubby young man with a distorted face was chasing a woman with a kitchen knife.

There was also a fat man covered with blood on the ground.

In an emergency, uncle Ma pulled out a flexible branch from the basket behind him, rushed over with an arrow, shook off the branch and took it out.

Pop.

The seemingly ordinary branches hit the fat young man and burst out a mysterious flame.

With a wail, the fat young man dropped his kitchen knife to the ground, and a scar like a flame appeared on his arm.

"People and ghosts are in a different way. You evil animals dare to harm people. I will never let you go today!" Uncle Ma said and hit the branches left and right.

Pop pop

The fat young man was beaten and wailed, fell to the ground and huddled together.

"Come out for me!!" Uncle Ma said and suddenly reached out to grasp the fat young man. He was very fast. No one saw his specific actions. A black breath was pulled out of the fat young man.

The fat young man suddenly twitched and foamed at the mouth.

The black breath sent out bursts of screams.

Ma Shuyang whipped the branches in his hand like a whip. He puffed dozens of times at a time. With each stroke, the breath weakened. Finally, it was almost transparent, turned into a wisp of ash and disappeared.

Hoo Hoo

Ma Shulei was panting, his face was sweating, his lips were white, and he was out of strength. He held the wall and took a few deep breaths.

At this time, the middle-aged fat man outside came in, "big brother! Big brother!!" when he saw the man lying in a pool of blood, the fat man rushed over and was very sad.

The wounded woman also sobbed.

The man who fell in the pool of blood was not dead, but had a skin injury. He waved his hand and looked at Uncle ma.

The fat man stood up and arched his hands at Ma with gratitude. "Uncle Ma, thanks to you, otherwise... This family will be finished."