A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 312 Searching for the Holy Son

Wu Dahu held the purse under his nose and smelled it, and seeing a light but reassuring smell coming from it, he couldn't help feeling a warm feeling in his heart, tied the purse around his waist, and turned to hug the yard. He clasped his fists and strode away.

The speed of going back was much faster than the speed of coming. Yuan Wenxuan and others were still in place. When they saw him, they all showed surprised expressions, and subconsciously asked: "My lord, how is it?"

Wu Dahu held the dagger in his hand, his aura was astonishing, he glanced at Yuan Wenxuan and the others with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It's Shengzi Muye, I'll go find him, you guys continue to wait here, if God Before the blackout, I reported to the police without any news."

The three of Yuan Wenxuan looked at each other, and they seemed to have something to say to Wu Dahu.

In the end, it was Lu Sen who spoke first: "My lord, we just went to inquire about some news. I heard that the holy son is perverse and not a good person to get along with."

Yuan Wenxuan nodded, frowned and said: "That's right, it is said that he will not let go of a pregnant man who is six months pregnant. He once ordered that pregnant man's stomach to be cut open because he angered him." gone."

Hua Lian's face was also very serious, and he said: "What's more important is that there are many people guarding him all the time, and ordinary people can't get close to him at all."

Wu Dahu listened to their words silently, closed his eyelids slightly, and said calmly: "Because of this, I have to save Xiaohan as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were speechless, obviously they also understood this truth.

Yuan Wenxuan thought for a while, and said, "Uncle Wu, take me with you. If something unexpected happens, I can help."

Lu Sen and Hua Lian also echoed: "Master Wu also bring us, there will always be something useful."

Even Xiao Shitou joined in the fun and shouted: "Take me! Take me!"

Wu Dahu couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to pinch Xiao Shitou's face, saw that he turned his head dissatisfied, and said softly: "Wen Xuan can follow, you two take Xiao Shitou and find a safe place to wait obediently, if there is something wrong , you can leave on your own, presumably no one will pay attention to the two of you."

Yuan Wenxuan seemed relieved, squeezed Xiao Shitou's hand, as if saying goodbye to him.

Although Hualien and Lu Sen were a little disappointed, they didn't show it. Besides, protecting Xiaoshitou was as important as rescuing Song Qinghan. If there was a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, someone had to be outside to help.

After assigning the task, Wu Dahu didn't waste any time, let Yuan Wenxuan take the scalpel in his hand, and led him to walk quickly towards the north.

The outside of the north gate is very barren, and it doesn't look like it can provide shelter for people at all.

Wu Dahu frowned, and continued to walk further north without even turning his head, as if he was sure that there would be someone in front of him.

After walking about a mile, Wu Dahu looked at his feet keenly.

The tiny silver coiled snake kept walking around them, but it was unknown whether it was because of the master's order or because of other reasons. It did not approach them for a long time, but followed them from a distance, as if it was escorting them.

Yuan Wenxuan suddenly became nervous, holding the scalpel tightly, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Wu, are you almost there?"

Wu Dahu looked around suspiciously, seeing that there was still a long stretch of yellow sand as far as he could see, he said uncertainly: "Sure, let's continue to follow them."

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, the feet of the two of them were empty at the same time. Accompanied by Yuan Wenxuan's exclamation, the two fell quickly, and finally landed heavily on a soft object.

Wu Dahu turned up vigilantly, squinted his eyes and looked around.

It's a pity that the hole on the top disappeared at some point, and they were underground as if they were in the dark night, and they couldn't see their fingers when they stretched out their hands.

Yuan Wenxuan also got up, rubbed his sore buttocks, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Wu, have we been murdered by someone?"

Wu Dahu shook his head, and said softly: "Assassination is not counted, otherwise there would not be cushions here, but bamboo thorns."

Yuan Wenxuan couldn't help shivering when he thought of the scene where the cushion under his body turned into bamboo thorns.

No matter how stable he is, his heart is still a minor child, facing unknown dangers, he is always afraid.

Suddenly a light appeared in the distance, which looked like the eyes of a big snake, piercing tightly.

Wu Dahu stretched out his hand to protect Yuan Wenxuan behind him, holding his dagger on guard.

When the light came close, Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan discovered that someone was carrying the light, but the person was as thin as a stick, and the clothes on his body were as dark as ink, which perfectly fit the surrounding environment, so They failed to find the trace of the man.

After seeing Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan, the man laughed ferociously twice, his voice sounded as if it had been polished by rough sandpaper, which made people get goosebumps when they heard it.

"The Holy Son is waiting for you, come with me."

Hearing the word "Holy Son", Wu Dahu knew that he had found the right place, and the other party obviously sent someone to watch their every move, otherwise he would not have known that they happened to be rushing here at this time.

They walked through a long corridor. Wu Dahu thought about the possibility of controlling the person in front of him while walking, but for some reason, he always felt that even if he controlled the other party, he would not be able to threaten anyone, otherwise With the strength of the saint clansman, that person would never starve into such an out-of-shape appearance.

If you can't control it, can you surrender?

Thinking of this, he said, "How long have you been here? Did you get caught or..."

The footsteps of the person in front paused, but he continued on the road soon, and said in an inexplicable tone: "How long have you been here? I can't figure it out, maybe ten years? Maybe 20 years? Who knows? But it's different from what you imagined. , I came in on my own initiative."

After saying this, the man suddenly laughed, Yuan Wenxuan's heart tightened when he heard it, and he quietly grabbed Wu Dahu's clothes corner.

Wu Dahu didn't have any expression on his face, because he sensed that the man was not malicious. As for why his tone of voice was a little strange, it was probably because he hadn't been in contact with anyone for a long time.

But the strange thing is, isn't the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens an activity of the saints?Why do some people have not been out for more than ten years?

"Aren't you a saint?"

Seeing that Wu Dahu guessed this fact so quickly, the man looked happier, and his laughter became louder and harsher.

"Yes, yes, your brain is better than many people. They didn't understand how they died until they died."

Wu Dahu's heart moved, he tightened the dagger in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "Then, how did they die?"

"Of course it is..." The man said halfway, then suddenly threw the lamp on the ground, and said with a half-smile: "I killed it!"