Urban Hidden Dragon

Following the words of these two people.

The others all looked in Wang Han's direction.

Ma Sitong's little face turned white immediately.

The little fists were clenched tightly.

Ma Fuyin walked towards this side, always with that kind of simple and powerful expression on his face.

He shook his head at Ma Sitong to indicate that it was okay.

Ma Sitong looked at the expressions of the others, and everyone had a joke on their face.

Wang Han also noticed everyone's expressions and murmured in his mind that Ma Sitong's father's character seemed not to be very good.

Zhen Yourong over there wanted to say something, but her father, Zhen Yuanshan, covered her mouth with his hands while Zhen Yourong kicked the air with her short legs.

He glared angrily at the two brothers Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo.

The bald man who just spoke lit another pot of Laohan cigarette and took a puff, looked around and smiled.

"Let's make a bet on whether he can survive today."

Everyone else laughed and said, "Lao Gou, is this still optional? You heard what the high priest just said inside. It's okay for him as an outsider to come to our place and keep his peace, and he even beat one of our people. This Aren't you just lighting wax in a cesspool and seeking death?"

There was no movement in the main hall.

Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo looked at each other.

He cleared his throat again and shouted loudly.

"High Priest, Ma Fuyin brought a stranger to our place and beat us. You must make the decision for us. Beat the stranger to death and remove Ma Fuyin from the position of village chief..."

The old voice finally came from the hall.

"Bring him in!"

Everyone was stunned.

Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo were also stunned for a moment, obviously a little unexpected. According to their thoughts, the high priest would definitely execute the foreigner directly.

The place was quiet.

Ma Fuyin glanced at Ma Sitong and indicated with his eyes.

Ma Sitong held Wang Han's arm, his steps were a little sloppy, his face was pale, he was very nervous, and every step he took was very erratic.

On the other hand, Wang Han took every step very steadily.

Ma Sitong's mind has already begun to imagine the bloody scene after entering it.

When walking up the steps.

Wang Han joked, "My father's popularity... seems to have a lot of room for improvement."

Ma Sitong came back to his senses and glanced at Ma Fuyin who was standing apart from the others.

"My father has a stubborn personality and accepts death. He often doesn't work with these people, so everyone doesn't want to see my father."

"normal."

After listening to the explanation, Wang Han laughed.

Go from the bottom of the steps to the top.

At first, it was Ma Sitong who was supporting Wang Han. When they got to the top, it was Wang Han who was supporting Ma Sitong.

Ma Sitong continued to cheer him up, "Brother Xiang Feng, don't be nervous. The high priest is actually not as scary as you think."

Wang Han held Ma Sitong's trembling arm, "Which one of us is nervous?"

Ma Sitong was stunned for a moment, grabbing his arm with the other hand.

Only then did she realize that while Wang Han was calm, her hands were shaking.

Cross the foot-high threshold.

Went inside.

There is a strange smell in the hall.

It smells both good and bad.

The interior space of the hall is very large.

Almost more than square meters.

There are lamps all around to keep it from being too dark inside.

Many of the utensils inside are made of pure wood or bronze.

Wang Han glanced around and saw many bronze roosters, bronze statues, bronze scorpions and other miscellaneous things.

In addition to these, there are also turtle shells and other things used for divination around.

Ma Sitong's eyes were fixed on the innermost direction, where, between the lights, a hunched figure sat, holding a dove stick covered with gold foil in his arms.

The crutches are also engraved with pictures of fish and geese.

I don’t know how many years this thing has been around. It’s all covered in pulp, and it’s shiny and looks very rare.

The old man was sitting on the ground with his back to this side, holding the turtle shell in his hands and shaking it up and down, as if he didn't hear the two people coming in from outside.

Ma Sitong swallowed nervously, "High...high priest!"

The old man still didn't speak, he just held his breath and shook the tortoise shell used for divination up and down in his hand.

Whoa!

Several ancient bronze coins were thrown out of the turtle shell.

After seeing it, the old man stuffed the coins into the turtle shell, held the turtle shell with both hands, and put it against his forehead.

I don't know what was being muttered in my mouth.

The turtle shell began to shake again.

Ma Sitong swallowed his saliva. At this moment, his nervous mind was empty. He wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth and said a word, he was stopped by Wang Han.

Whoa!

The coins slipped out of the turtle shell again.

The old man separated the coins one by one.

A self-deprecating laugh came out.

The old man repeated the action again.

Holding the turtle shell with both hands and placing it against his forehead, he held it longer and more reverently than before.

After dozens of seconds, the turtle shell began to shake.

In normal times, tens of seconds would pass in the blink of an eye, but at this time, every second seemed to be stretched infinitely.

The sound of coins hitting turtle shells echoed in the empty hall.

Whoa!

The turtle shell paused.

Every coin was expelled from the turtle shell.

The high priest's already stooped body was pressed down.

After reading each coin, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, murmuring softly, which seemed to be self-deprecating and relieved.

"Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation! God's calculation is not as good as his!"

"Girl, please go out first! This friend and I have something to say!"

The old voice of the high priest came.

Ma Sitong was stunned for a moment. The high priest actually called Wang Han his friend.

Paused.

Ma Sitong still walked out.

As soon as I left the main hall.

Zhen Yourong immediately broke free from her father's control and ran over.

"Sitong, how are you? Why did you come out alone? Where is Brother Xiang Feng? Did the high priest say anything?"

Zhen Yourong asked several questions in succession.

Ma Sitong is still a little confused.

He shook his head and glanced in the direction of the main hall, "The high priest just asked me to come out!"

Zhen Yourong stood on tiptoes and looked into the main hall.

I was very curious and worried but didn’t dare to go in.

Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo stood together with the village chiefs of other villages.

The stick in his hand was waving, making a whining sound.

Ma Baojia gritted his teeth and said, "I will use this stick to break his legs later and let him crawl out from here. If he takes a step forward, I will give him a stick!"

"Why did the high priest leave that stranger in there?"

Ma Baojia waved the stick in his hand, "The high priest was made very unstable by those two lunatics before. Now a stranger has come to make trouble. The high priest will definitely not tolerate it. He will definitely tear the stranger apart." .”

The bald man with beard glanced in the direction of the main hall.

He muttered, "It shouldn't be."

As he spoke, he looked towards Ma Fuyin, who always had that simple smile.

in the hall.

Wang Han looked at the hunched old man.

Benedict!

The dove stick tapping the ground made the only sound in the hall.

The high priest sighed leisurely, "You are here after all!"

The voice was filled with unspeakable vicissitudes of life.

The rickety back slowly turned around.

In the darkness, the old man raised his slightly lowered head.

His eyes looked at Wang Han.

A pair of vertical pupils!