The stone horse still did not speak, it was a stone and could not speak.
But at the next moment, a white light flashed in front of the middle-aged man.
It pierced his eye, lowered his head, and a silver needle appeared on the stone.
The silver needles turned white all over, and the middle-aged man was excited.
Picking up the needle with trembling hands, knelt on the ground, kowtowing in gratitude to Dade.
"Thanks to the white horse, and thanks to the gods for saving me!"
He picked up the silver needle, turned around and left slowly.
From then on, the villagers took some gold and silver from the white horse one after another, but the white horse turned into a stone and a god in their hearts.
It is a stone horse that can't walk or talk, but it can give people what they want.
Unknowingly, in the past few years, the story of Shima has spread farther and farther, and many people have come to pat its head and ask for more things.
The three thieves slowly built a den of thieves in the mountains outside.
From the initial three people slowly developed more and more, until finally the economy could not keep up with their needs.
One day, one of the thieves thought of the white horse again.
"Brother, I heard that the white horse has become a stone horse. I heard that it no longer has the magic skills it used to have, and it can't talk or run. You said that we should go find it now and stroke its head like others. Can he conjure gold for us?"
"Yeah." The bearded man sitting on the head nodded, his eyes sparkling with gold: "Go and try, our brother lacks too many things, if you can get a lot of things just by touching its head, then Let the brothers hurry up and try, all go, at least one person can get something."
"Haha" The third child laughed beside him, and the three thieves made an agreement, and led the thieves from the mountain to Shimagou.
On the road, there were villagers who went to Shima to touch Shima, but they were also caught by them. In this way, a group of people walked towards Shima ditch in a mighty way.
Among the rugged stones, a group of people stood in front of a tall stone horse, and the bearded man kicked one of the villagers.
"Go and touch! I want a piece of gold!"
The villagers trembled and stretched out their hands to the horse's head. The next moment.
The stone in front was shining with gold, and a piece of gold appeared on the ground out of thin air.
"Haha" the bearded thief shouted excitedly, picked up the gold and shouted at the people behind.
"Brothers, it really yields gold!"
The bandit behind him had glowing eyes, rubbing his hands back and forth, waiting to get the gold.
The bearded thief was very clever, and he glanced at the trembling villagers again.
"Go touch it again, I want three gold pieces!"
The villagers trembled and touched the horse's head with trembling fingers.
All the people stared at the villagers and at the clean ground.
One minute passed, two minutes, three minutes After a long wait, the ground was clean and smooth.
There is no imaginary gold, no imaginary golden light.
The bearded thief became furious and slashed at the villagers.
"Ah!" The villagers yelled in pain, and slowly fell down clutching the blood on their chests. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com