620. The Mysterious Witch Clan Comes to Seek Revenge
The woman in white robe nodded, as coldly as ice hitting her: "Put it on the ground and let me see it."
Hearing this, the man in black carrying Yun Jingchu threw Yun Jingchu to the ground with a plop.
Yun Jingchu still looked calm, sleeping soundly, and didn't say a word when he was thrown to the ground.
The white-robed holy lady stood up, walked slowly to Yun Jingchu's side, lowered her head, with a flash of resentment in her eyes, sneered low, and then said in a cold voice: "Someone, splash her awake!"
A maid in a red robe and a red veil responded, brought a bucket of cold water, and poured it on Yun Jingchu who was lying on the ground.
Yun Jingchu was soaked all over in an instant, her white cotton pajamas clinging tightly to her body, and water droplets rolled on her jade-like face. Soon, her brows slowly frowned, her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.
eyes.
Fortunately, it was early spring, so even though he was sleeping, Yun Jingchu still wore quite a lot of clothes, otherwise he would have been completely naked.
"...Who are you?" Yun Jingchu opened his eyes, slowly sat up, looked around, looked at the white-robed saint in front of him, and said in a cold voice.
"Why, Queen Yuan, you haven't seen me for a few years and you have already forgotten me?" The white-robed saint sneered.
Yun Jingchu frowned, a flash of memory flashed in his eyes, and then said with a trace of uncertainty: "Witch Clan?"
"You have a good memory. Now that you have remembered it, let's settle the score between us now."
Yun Jingchu stood up slowly with a smile, then found a chair to sit down, lowered his head and twisted his soaked clothes, then raised his head and looked at the white-robed saint with a half-smile: "How do you calculate it? Let me tell you.
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The Wu Clan, one of the more than a dozen ethnic groups in the southwest of this continent, is very mysterious and powerful. They are proficient in the art of witchcraft and can communicate with ghosts and gods. They can heal people, save people's lives, and can also hurt people invisibly.
human life.
For thousands of years, the Wu tribe has always held a sacred and inviolable leadership position among the ethnic groups in the southwest. All ethnic groups and villages must pay tribute to them and listen to their orders.
The supreme ruler of the Witch Clan is the Holy Aunt, and under the Holy Aunt are the nine elders, the Saint, and ordinary tribesmen. As for the Saint, they are the future candidates for the Holy Aunt, most of whom are the daughters of elders.
Four years ago, Dongfang Chen was poisoned by someone. Yun Jingchu kept tracing it, and finally found the Wu clan who was relatively close to the fifth prince at that time. So in a rage, he led his troops south and broke into the Holy Spirit, the headquarters of the Wu clan.
Palace, regained the southwest region, and turned the southwest region once ruled by the Wu clan into a province of the Yuan Kingdom.
At that time, although the Wu Clan suffered heavy losses, their supreme ruler, Saint Aunt, escaped, taking three saints and an elder with her.
Unexpectedly, after three years of silence, they would come to our door today.
Unexpectedly, in order to deal with her, Yu Wennan would take risks and choose to join forces with the dangerous Wu Clan.
"Of course I'll let you pay for it with blood!" the Holy Aunt gritted her teeth.
Back then, she was injured and ran away, and stayed in the mountains for a long time. She recovered a year ago. After she recovered, she deliberately sought revenge on Yun Jingshu. She didn't expect that the opportunity would come so soon.
"What is the method of repaying a blood debt with blood?" Yun Jingchu smiled, the old god was asking, and there was no trace of panic on his face.
"Yun Jingshu, don't be complacent, I will soon make you unable to laugh anymore. Come on, give her some poison!" The Holy Aunt looked at her with a sneer.