I approached Lan Ming, and the other person's eyes were fixed on me. Qing'er was in his arms, with tears in his eyes. When he saw me approaching them, he touched his eyes with his little hands.

"You" Lan Ming looked at me and said hesitantly.

I pursed my lips and bowed 90 degrees to Lan Ming: "First of all, on behalf of those Taoist priests, I apologize to you for hurting so many of your tribe. Secondly, I hope you can forgive Zhao Luojun. As for Zhao Baobao, since

He is your son, so we have no reason to continue to prevent you from taking him away.

However, you need to prove in front of me that Zhao Baobao is really your son."

Lan Ming's brows furrowed even more. He was not an unreasonable barbarian. After all, he was a spirit that had been cultivating for nearly a thousand years. He was wiser and more accurate than ordinary people.

"The baby is my son, this is absolutely true." Lan Ming said, stretching his right hand to the exposed skin of his thigh.

The moment he touched the skin, a small piece of scales suddenly appeared at the place where it was touched. The blue scales looked uniquely delicate and beautiful on the light blue skin.

"Hiss," Lan Ming took a breath and tore off a scale directly. From the painful expression on his frown, it could be seen that tearing off the scales was as painful as cutting off the thigh meat.

The scales lay quietly in the palm of Lan Ming's hand. After he whispered a few words, the scales slowly changed their shape, and finally turned into a mist.

Then, as if it was being pulled by something, the mist flew up from Lan Ming's hand and flew straight to Zhao Baobei in the room.

Zhao Baobei felt scared when he saw such a thing approaching him, so he hid here and there, but wherever he hid, the fog would follow him.

Finally, just when Zhao Baobei was helpless and slacking off, the fog flew straight to Zhao Baobei's Tianling Cap and disappeared inside.

Zhao Baobao hurriedly touched his Tianling Cap. After making sure that nothing happened, he took a breath.

"What does this prove?" I asked.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, a palm patted my shoulder. I turned my head and saw Yang Wei shaking his head at me with a wry smile.

He whispered in my ear: "Xiaoyang knows how to shed blood to identify relatives, right?"

I nodded to show that I knew it. Basically, anyone who has watched period movies knows this.

Yang Wei continued: "Lan Ming is exactly the same as the blood-dropping person. People who are not close relatives cannot integrate into Lan Ming's soul-dispersing fish scales. His doing this is the most powerful proof."

After hearing this, I could only nod my head in agreement. People have proven this, so what else can I say?

"I will definitely take the baby away, but the hatred of my tribe cannot be forgotten like this." Lan Ming roared, his anger did not decrease by half because of my words, "So many of my tribe have taken advantage of me.

How is it possible that you just apologized and tried to perfunctory the matter?"

In an instant, the atmosphere on both sides became tense again.

Ao Tong finally came out of his hesitation. He also glared: "Lan Ming said this matter is not over, so you should stop thinking about escaping."

I turned around and looked at the Taoist priests who had made defensive postures. I gritted my teeth. Do these people like to use force to solve problems so much?

Can't we sit down and discuss it carefully?

I ran back to the Taoist priests and whispered to the Taoist priest who initially asked me to help form the formation: "Taoist Master, we are obviously outnumbered here. Is there any way to remove Lan Ming's tribe from that formation?"

Did it come from inside? Let’s all settle the matter peacefully.”

After hearing what I said, the Taoist priest's face changed slightly, but he also looked at Lan Ming's team opposite, where Ao Tong was in charge.

Although the numbers of the two sides are now about the same, our side has injured hands and a limp, so there is no fighting capacity left.

There's no one like Ao Tong opposite, who can hit ten of them.

The Taoist priests walked to the Taoist gentlemen on the other side. After a few people whispered, they said: "Well, it's not impossible to save those monsters." When the Taoist priest said this, I immediately looked at him with stars in my eyes.

.

There is a turning point.

"But the matter is difficult to handle." The Taoist priest spoke hesitantly, and I waved my hand, indicating that he would speak clearly if he had anything to say.

The Taoist priest had no choice but to say: "The formation we formed leads directly to the entrance of the Underworld's Soul-Eating Bridge. If the monsters can be rescued before they are pushed into the Soul-Eating River by ghosts, things can still turn around."

"Yeah? Why were those monsters pushed down the Soul-Eating River by ghosts?" I asked in confusion.

Yang Wei interrupted: "Brother Xiaoyang, you may not know something about this. The underworld is the place where human beings reincarnate, and the Soul-Eating Bridge is the existence of just reincarnation. If monsters like those monsters step on the Devouring Soul Bridge,

Spiritual Bridge, no matter good or evil, will be pushed off the bridge for the crime of trespassing.

The Soul-eating River is a soul-devouring existence, and all those who fall into it are basically the resentful spirits in the river that have been assimilated and corrupted."

I opened my mouth in surprise. This was really the first time I heard of such a thing. The last time Hou Tao and I went up, we were not pushed down by ghosts. It must be because of Hou Tao's identity.

"Then what should we do now? It is impossible to go to the underworld now and bring back those monsters safely." Yang Wei spread his hands with a wry smile, indicating that this remedy was in vain.

Saying it is the same as not saying it.

"But if we don't work hard, these people will be the ones who die." I pointed at everyone in the room and said helplessly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

Seeing their appearance, I had no choice but to shake my head and walk out of the house. I stood in front of Lan Ming and made my promise to him: "Give me one day, and I will bring back all your people.

"

After saying this, not only Lan Ming was surprised, but also the Taoist priests and Yang Wei opened their mouths in surprise.

Ao Tong was the only one who raised the corners of his lips and looked at me as if he was watching a good show.

"Okay," Lan Ming saw that I didn't seem to be joking, so he nodded. "But there is only one day, and you are the only one who can leave. If you don't come back before sunset tomorrow, then prepare for the whole village.

Let’s have a good funeral.”

"Xiaoyang, don't do anything you're not sure about." Yang Wei shouted worriedly. I shook my head at him and said with a smile, "It's okay, let me make a call first."

After that, I took out my mobile phone and dialed in the familiar phone number.

After the call was connected, the bell rang faintly.
Chapter completed!