Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

Perceiving this clue, the cold rut suddenly refreshed, and the originally exhausted limbs seemed to be filled with strength in an instant. At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room also realized something. Suddenly, everyone immediately launched a barrage frantically.

"What's the matter? Anchor, why did that Miao Zhai girl leave you a trail?!"

"No way! Could it be that that girl is a good person?!"

"I'm going! It's getting more and more confusing, anchor, what is going on!"

Glancing at the barrage, Hanzhe forced the tree to stand up, and at the same time said seriously: "Yes, as you think! This tracking clue was left to me by Long Lin, and if nothing else, She should be on my side."

"But now I don't have time to explain too much. The journey ahead will take at least an hour. I want to set off immediately. For the specific reason, if I can rescue people, I will explain to you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the cold rut took another sip of wine. Suddenly, the spicy wine syrup poured into the throat, making the feeling of fatigue of the cold rut disappear instantly. Taking advantage of the upsurge of the heat, the cold rut without saying a word, once again rushed toward the front of Miaoling.

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At the same time, as the cold ruts continued to shuttle in Miaoling, time gradually passed from about three o'clock in the morning to nearly dawn. And near the bank of the Yellow River outside Miaoling, a very weird sacrificial ceremony is going on here at this moment.

On the beach on the bank of the Yellow River, moonlight pierced through the gaps between the dark clouds, shining down, splashing the entire Yellow River beach with a silvery white. But at the moment, there were people standing on the beach where no one had come back in the past.

Without exception, these people are all wearing Miao costumes, including men and women, densely covered with the water near the river beach. Counting down, there are nearly two hundred people.

At this moment, the Miao villagers seemed to have a regular pattern, arranged in a strange formation on the river beach. The crowd was divided into two parts, and a tunnel was vacated in the middle of the dense crowd.

And looking forward along the corridor, on the edge of the river bank from the edge of the Yellow River, the old woman and the girl from Miao Village stood impressively.

For a while, the stench of the river breeze blew by, and the scene looked strange. These people all raised their heads and stared at the moonlight above their heads unblinkingly, as if they were waiting for something.

And it seems that these people have maintained this posture for some time.

After about ten minutes or so, a Miao woman suddenly stepped forward and said to the old woman: "The time is almost there, it's almost dawn."

Suddenly, upon hearing this, the old woman slowly opened her cloudy eyes. If anyone sees it here, it will definitely be shocked. Because, the seemingly godless gaze of this old woman on weekdays turned out to be so enthusiastic at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, the old woman suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "It's almost done, then bring people up."

Upon hearing this, several Miao villagers turned their heads and walked into the crowd. At the same time, Long Lin on the side seemed to feel something, and her expression suddenly became extremely anxious.

Then, she grabbed the old woman's arm and said, "Grandma, wait a minute. The moon hasn't set yet, and the dawn hasn't passed yet!"

While speaking, Long Lin's tone seemed to imply a little pleading, but the old woman snorted and coughed: "Ahem! This is for you to survive. You don't have to wait anymore. No matter how long you wait, she will also Must die."

"This is her mother's sin. It's her turn to die. Don't forget who your mother was sacrificed for, and it's her turn to replace you in this generation. Bring people up!"

In the end, the old woman's tone became very strong. At the same time, as her voice fell, the crowd automatically gave way. Then, accompanied by a commotion, two people from Miao Village carried a two-meter-long bamboo raft and walked out of the crowd.

After seeing the bamboo raft, Long Lin's eyes became more excited than before. Because it is not someone else but Lin Jia who is tied to the bamboo raft.

However, Lin Jia seemed to have been fainted at the moment. At this moment, he was fainting and was tied to a bamboo raft by two hemp ropes.

Seeing Lin Jia being carried out, Long Lin seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. Afterwards, she swallowed and approached the bamboo raft cautiously. But in the next second, the old woman grabbed her hand abruptly, and then lifted her right hand up.

Suddenly, Long Lin felt a pain, and her right hand was raised. And in her hand, a small hip flask with the size of a fist was clenched impressively.

Seeing the hip flask, the old woman's eyes clearly flashed a hint of anger. Afterwards, she snatched the bottle over and shouted sternly: "Why don't you understand me? You can live only if she is dead!"

"Come here two people, hold her down for me, don't let her come again!"

As her voice fell, two Miao villagers came over immediately, pressed her shoulders firmly, and confined Long Lin in place.

After she stopped, the old woman looked at the moon above her head. At the same time, he said to the person behind him: "It's almost time now, and it will dawn in half an hour."

"Although this is the narrowest channel under the Yellow River's inlet, it is only one kilometer wide, but at dawn, the river will become turbulent. When the bamboo raft floats to the center of the river, the turbulent current will overturn the bamboo raft. "

"Okay, push the bamboo raft down for me!"

As soon as the voice fell, several Miao villagers immediately stepped forward and slowly pushed the bamboo raft under Lin Jia into the river.

At this moment, when the river water was slow at night, the water flow at the Yellow River's inlet was unusually smooth. After being pushed down, the bamboo raft only drifted down a little, and then it started to slowly move towards the center of the river.

When the bamboo raft walked four or five meters forward, the young seedlings gathered around the river bank all knelt down and sat down. Staring at the Tushan mountain across the river, he began to pray with a sad expression on his face.

But unlike them, seeing this situation before him, Long Lin, who was held down by the two strong men, struggled anxiously on the spot.

Regrettably, how could she, who is delicate and weak, fight against two strong men. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free from the control of the two behind her.

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