Wang Han suddenly thought of it.

The high priest's name is Yang Chunlai, and there is also a Yangjia Village in this place.

Is it possible that this Yang Qing'e is from Yangjiacun?

But it doesn’t quite match what I translated from the previous dog basket!

It seems that I have to wait and ask Ma Fuyin later.

Just when everyone thought everything was over.

A strange cry broke the silence.

Then he saw the soul ship that Zhen Yourong's younger brother Zhen Youzhi was riding on swinging violently and rushing towards the Mudli Stream without any control.

The dozen or so village chiefs in front quickly raised their heads.

But it's still a step too late.

Zhen Youzhi's coffin has already rushed in there.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhen Yourong shouted and rushed over there.

Ma Fuyin hooked the soul ship.

"Ambition!"

Zhen Yuanshan immediately shouted and rushed forward.

But Yang Huhuan held him down.

"Don't disturb the ancestors!"

Zhen Yuanshan's eyes were about to burst, "That's my son!!!"

"At such a high place, the water flow is so strong! You will definitely die if you go down!"

Unexpectedly, Zhen Youzhi's frightened screams suddenly came from below.

"Help! Help!"

His voice was trembling and he was crying.

Ma Fuyin made a prompt decision and took out a rope from his soul ship, tied one end around his waist, and handed the other end to Zhen Yuanshan and the others, "Hold it!"

After saying this, he activated his soul ship and rushed out. When he reached the edge, he jumped down.

A few seconds later, Ma Fuyin's voice came from below, "Put the rope down!"

Several village chiefs put down several meters of rope.

Another shout came from below, "Pull!"

The group of people worked hard at the same time.

It didn't take long for the person to be dragged up.

Zhen Youzhi's face was pale, his lips could not stop trembling, and he looked at everyone with a horrified expression.
Chapter completed!