The heavy rain poured down again in the sky.

The hearts of the seven players in the Nine Bureau were covered with a layer of haze, and the gods were angry. This statement made them all begin to believe that the gods really exist in this world, otherwise why did heavy rain and dark clouds only cover the mountains of the gods? Otherwise, why were they trapped in the mountains and could not go up or down? Otherwise, why would so many thatched huts suddenly appear?

Every household has the doors closed, the rain slid down from the grass roof, and the sky is pitch black. The so-called Holy Fire Town is like a dead town.

"Look for a place to shelter from the rain first." Xiao Yang said, the rain was too heavy, and several members of the Ninth Bureau obviously had signs of coldness. If this continues, there is no way to avoid a cold or fever.

They knocked on several doors in a row, but no one was willing to open the door for them. Even the doors did not even make any noise. They had never seen anyone except the person they saw when they first came in.

In the darkness, it rained heavily, and it seemed like a place where dead people lived.

"Your Excellency King, look at that." A team member trembled and pointed his hand forward.

They walked past all the thatched huts, and on a mountain wall, they saw the stone statue inside the concave mountain, and the large stones they had marked before were also there, half buried in the soil and half exposed.

This stone statue is like a nightmare, invading their souls and making them feel fear.

Walking to the stone statue, at the foot of the stone statue, there was the lighter that Zhao Ji smashed before.

Everyone was in a particularly heavy mood. They never thought that they would hate a stone statue so much.

Zhao Ji, who had been anxious inside, jumped up and kicked the stone statue's head.

"Boss, no." A member of the Ninth Bureau hurriedly blocked Zhao Ji, "Boss, this statue of god is the endorsement of gods and cannot be destroyed. Once the gods are angered, we will all die here."

"Bad gods!" Zhao Ji cursed, "a group of things that pretend to be a god."

"It's definitely not pretending to be a god, boss." The timid woman shivered. "There is definitely a god. We have angered the gods this time. The gods are punishing us. We must not be disrespectful to the gods anymore."

"Your Excellency, what do you think? Should we obey the instructions of the gods?"

"Let's talk about it." Xiao Yang leaned against the stone wall, closed his eyes, "Let's talk about it when it's dawn."

Xiao Yang said this, but everyone didn't say anything more. Yes, I'll wait for dawn to say everything. This sentence is often said by the people of Yanxia. If you encounter something, you'll say it later.

Tonight was particularly tired both physically and psychologically for everyone. When the spirit was relaxed, the tiredness swept over quickly. Everyone leaned against the mountain wall, listened to the sound of rain outside and fell asleep.

The next day, Xiao Yang was woken up by a noise. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in front of him. He was crowded with people in vegetarian clothes and holding hoes and rakes in his hands, surrounded him and was whispering something in his mouth, and even Xiao Yang couldn't understand some of his words.

Zhao Ji and others were also awakened one after another. The heavy rain had stopped. The dark clouds shrouded in the sky dissipated at some point. The warm sunlight shone on everyone, making them feel a warm and comfortable feeling after being rained for hours last night.

"Who are you? What are you doing in front of the statue of the God of Light!" A woman in her fifties carrying a hoe spoke. Xiao Yang understood this sentence.

"The ancestral hall?" Xiao Yang turned his head in a daze and found that he was sitting in a building similar to the ancestral hall. The statue of the god behind him turned into a figure, which was exactly the appearance of Apollo in the mythology, holding the holy fire in hand, bringing light to the world.

Everyone in the Ninth Bureau also noticed the changes around them, which filled them with endless doubts. Last night, they obviously fell asleep in the groove of the mountain. Why did they wake up? They were in a ancestral hall, and the stone statue behind them also changed.

"They blasphemed the gods, beat them to death, and use them to pay tribute to the gods!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and a group of people holding hoes and rakes rushed into the ancestral hall.

Although everyone in the Ninth Bureau couldn't understand what these people were saying, they also knew what they were going to do according to their actions.

In this situation where language is not clear, it is undoubtedly difficult to explain. In addition, these people are emotionally excited. What everyone in the Nine Bureau wants to solve the situation first. They are all trained elites. Although they may still have a great lack of skills, they are not comparable to those of ordinary people in terms of strength. They want to subdue the people in front of them first.

But the result of starting a move was that they had never expected it.

A peasant woman holding a hoe kicked over an elite in the Nine Clan with one kick.

Three strong men holding sticks surrounded Xiao Yang. Their strength was so great that Xiao Yang felt the pressure. However, they did not have any fighting skills at all, they were just like reckless men fighting, wielding and kicking. Although they did not have fighting skills, their speed and strength were extremely fast. Everyone could not get the hands of the Nine Games. Only Xiao Yang and Zhao Ji would not be completely suppressed by the other party. The other seven people, both men and women, were beaten to a short time, and were tied up and thrown out of the ancestral hall.

Seeing this, Xiao Yang, Zhao Ji and the others gave up resisting. After getting two punches, they were tied up and taken outside the ancestral hall.

Outside the ancestral hall, there are countless farmhouses, and in front of the farmhouse, there are children playing. The thatched hut I saw last night disappeared again, and there is a large terraced field not far away, and there are people who are farming it.

Faced with such a situation, everyone in the Nine Bureau gradually became a little numb. From the beginning of entering the Mountain of Gods, everything began to become wrong.

Several Fusom trees are planted in front of the ancestral hall.

An old man with gray hair and a very old man walked to the tied people and said a lot of things.

Zhao Ji and others couldn't understand either.

Only Xiao Yang would occasionally reply to the other party, but the frequency of conversation was not high.

After a while, the old man turned around and left, and the rest of the people also took the tools in their hands and went back to the field.

"Your Excellency King, what's going on? What did you tell them?"

"Their language is very ancient, and I can't understand many syllables." Xiao Yang shook his head, "But what they roughly mean is that we sleep in the place of gods, disturbing the purity of gods. Now we are going to ask the gods for what to do with us."
Chapter completed!