Wait for me, and watch me fight my way back to the reincarnation path

The five members of the Anminmeng had obviously drunk too much and were now lying on the table.

The wizard-like man in the white cloak sang for a while and then walked to the side of several members of the Anmin League. Then another person came over and helped one of them up. The wizard held the thing in his hand and wanted to pour the liquid inside into the drunk man's mouth.

But just when the cup was about to reach the man's mouth, suddenly, the man woke up and pushed away the person who was supporting him.

And called out to his friends loudly.

"Everyone, be careful!"

The other people woke up at once and jumped up together. At this time, the other members of the caravan in the hall also stood up and surrounded the five people.

"What are you going to do!" Yantou asked loudly.

The head of the Jia clan sighed... It was such a pity, everyone could have handled the matter peacefully without any trouble or bloodshed, why are these people so narrow-minded.

He sighed and said, "This is a ritual. Anyone who wants to walk this mountain road must be selected and blessed by the wizard. Otherwise, we will not let you go with us."

He smiled and looked at everyone, then continued: "That is a road pointed out by the mountain god. Only those who have been blessed can walk on it. All of us have drunk the water in this cup."

"Because only those who are blessed by the mountain god can pass through. Otherwise, they will die on the road and fall into the bottomless hell."

"If so, where should we drink?"

Yantou looked very sober at this time, and no one knew where all the wine he had drunk had gone.

However, Patriarch Jia was not worried. There were more than twenty people on their side. Except for the three heads of the family, the rest were all martial artists. Moreover, these people had just drunk a lot of wine, so he was not afraid.

"No, that won't do. Once we get here, either you drink the water in this cup and we'll go the same way. Otherwise, you can only be sacrifices to the mountain god."

After hearing his words, those people looked at each other and stood together with their backs against each other, determined to resist to the end.

Patriarch Jia looked at them and actually found them interesting...

In the past, those people either cried, begged, or ran away, but in the end, they all drank the water. Of course, they were all chosen...

"What if they just don't want to drink it?"

A man's voice suddenly came from upstairs.

Patriarch Jia was startled, and when he looked up...

At some point, a row of warriors stood under the skylight on the second floor. The one who was speaking was a man among them. He was very tall, and at this moment, one side of his dark red fur cloak had been flipped up to his shoulders, revealing the white inner armor underneath.

The man took two more steps forward so that the people below could see his face clearly with the help of the light.

Hong Hecheng, King of An Ning.

Patriarch Jia felt his eyes go dark. Oh my God! How could it be him?

"So, what do you want to do?"

Prince Hong's tone was already very angry.

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened from the outside, and another group of warriors rushed in, about 40 or 50 of them, all wearing the same white snow-covered outfit. As soon as they came in, they immediately occupied all the exits on both sides and surrounded the entire hall. Finally, a woman slowly followed behind into the hall, and then the door closed.

At this time, Prince Hong walked down slowly from upstairs. He looked very unhappy. He, a prince, had to squat in the snow and ice for a whole day... Well, let alone a prince, he was just an ordinary soldier. He couldn't enter the house and could only wait outside. It was impossible for him to be in a good mood.

At this time, soldiers had stepped forward and pushed the heads of the three families aside, and placed a chair for the prince in the middle, and one for Patriarch Qin on the right. In addition to a chair, there was also a table on the left, on which were papers and pens.

Mr. Chen shook his frozen hands, sat up, picked up the pen, and waited for the prince to ask questions.

"My Lord, my Lord, please spare my life!"

I don't know who shouted the first sentence, but immediately everyone in the caravan shouted it out and knelt down together.

Prince Hong sat upright on the big chair, looking coldly at the businessmen below.

These merchants who had dared to bypass the An Ning State Palace and sign agreements with the royal court; these merchants who dared to despise the An Ning Palace, look down on him as a prince and refuse to negotiate trade with the palace; these merchants who traded in his territory but used the royal court's commercial laws and even killed the people under his rule.

Now, they all knelt at his feet. At this moment, he took a deep breath. It was the first time in more than ten years that he felt so refreshed!

Prince Hong looked at the head of the Jia clan who was trembling at his feet, and he smiled.

"What's wrong, Jia Sicheng? Tell me, if you don't drink, what are you going to do?"

At this moment, Patriarch Jia felt dizzy. There was no sign of anything happening and he had no idea what was going on.

But he knew how much the prince in front of him hated him, because of his arrogance and disdain, and how much he had offended the prince.

But this is his power. He has the authorization from the royal court and can do business directly with the merchants of King Yelu of the royal court.

He shouldn't be afraid of him, and he doesn't need to be afraid of him, because he has this trade route, a trade route that only his family knows! Even this prince wanted to win him over and curry favor with him... But he is not afraid.

But why?

Today, the prince came just like this.

He was scared, why?

He desperately told himself not to be afraid, it would be okay, as long as the road was still there, no one could touch him.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, slowly raised his head, glanced at the prince above, and quickly lowered his head. He saw clearly that in addition to the prince, the leader of some alliance had also come.

Why is this woman here too?

What happened? Was it because of my invitation that the prince wanted to suppress him through this woman and wanted to know that path? Yes, yes, it must be...

"I, we, this is a ritual. We have to go through it to cross the mountain road. I, we are all like this..."

Patriarch Jia finally spoke, and everyone behind him quickly echoed him.

"Haha, really? Well then, then..."

At this time, the leader Qin spoke. She smiled and picked with her hands. Finally, she pointed at a man who looked only in his twenties at the back and continued, "It's you. Drink one and let me see."

The man was shocked and tried desperately to avoid the sergeant who came up to pull him away, shouting, "No, I won't drink! I...I won't drink! Don't make me drink!"

……

The merchants understood that these people knew everything. They wanted to hide and escape, but they couldn't. Now, all of them were pinned to the ground by the soldiers.

"Then, Patriarch Jia, have you drunk it?"

The prince looked at Jia Sicheng with amusement, just like a cat looking at a mouse under its claws.

"I, I, of course, of course, I have already drunk it. I, no, don't need to drink it again."

"Really? How come I didn't see it? How about you drink it again to prove your respect for the mountain god?"

"..."