The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

A group of people stood there.

Sun Mo and the others stared at the things inside with their eyes wide open.

After waiting for a long time, no one reached out to take it.

After all, in terms of cultivation, Lin Wanshu and Rong Hua are one major realm higher than those of them who have reached the out-of-body state.

Although Ming Fan is at the same level as them, who dares to mess with her?

If she doesn't take action first, who would dare to take action before her?

Lin Wanshu's eyes fell on one of the stones, on which were engraved a few large characters in a flamboyant and unruly manner - "Since you are here, everyone who sees it will have a share."

Lin Wanshu raised her eyebrows. The person who engraved the words was really interesting, and... Lin Wanshu turned to look at Ming Fan.

The tone he used when talking to Junior Sister was exactly the same.

Le Shan also looked at these big words again and again, and curled his lips: "Why do I feel that this sentence is strangely familiar?"

Rong Hua looked at Ming Fan: "Isn't this really carved by Junior Sister?"

This tone, this attitude, is inexplicably similar to that of my junior sister.

To be honest, if he didn't know that Ming Fan had never been here before, he would have suspected that it was she who carved it.

"It's really not you?" Rong Hua nudged Ming Fan's shoulder.

Ming Fan shook his head innocently.

She just walked in and everything was not hers. She didn't know anything.

If you really want to explain it, this Immortal Lu might be destined to be with her.

Maybe it’s fate that we share the same ancestral grave?

"Are we... gonna stand here all the time?" Sun Mo blinked, staring at the things piled inside.

He wanted to, but he couldn't say it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it a faint laughter.

"whee......"

The sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, but just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Coupled with the dim scene, it is inevitable that people feel chilly.

"Who?"

Lin Wanshu frowned slightly and looked around vigilantly.

However, apart from this group of people, there was no one else around.

I didn't see any unfamiliar faces.

"Could it be... a ghost?" someone couldn't help but whisper.

"Besides us, there are only ghosts left in this place..."

"do not scare me!"

The Sun family disciples talked at once.

"Shut up." Lin Wanshu sighed faintly, "Where do ghosts come from in this world? Don't scare yourself."

Ming Fan paused, thinking that what the senior brother said was not entirely right: "Actually...it's not certain that this thing doesn't exist."

After all, she used to do this and had seen a lot of things going on.

Lin Wanshu gave her a resentful look. He was trying to calm people's hearts. But now, after hearing what she said, these already timid rabbit disciples would probably be even more scared.

The laughter still came from time to time.

Except for the brave few like Ming Fan, many disciples of the Sun family looked increasingly unhappy and looked around vigilantly.

But this laughter, which goes on and on, never reveals its true face.

That laughter is really annoying when you hear it too much.

Ming Fan wiped his face and roared with all his strength: "Laugh, laugh, laugh! What the hell are you laughing at!"

"..."

The voice stopped laughing.

Everyone just felt their ears suddenly become quiet.

"Oh, you're quite sensible." Ming Fan walked forward and looked at the pile of treasures. "Whoever sees it gets a share. You said so yourself."

Then he waved to the people behind him and said, "Hurry up, take whatever you like. Today's consumption will be paid by Sister Xi."

After all, the laughter sounds like a female voice, so it's normal to call her "big sister".

Apart from anything else, there are really a lot of things piled up here.

These spiritual materials and magical tools were placed randomly on the ground, with varying thicknesses of dust on them.

At this time, the disciples of the Sun family had already rushed in and began to pick and choose, stuffing the things they liked into their storage bags.

Sun Mo looked at his chattering tribesmen and couldn't help but grin.

Just say it, there is nothing wrong in following Ming Fan and the others, and now the benefits are coming.

It would be a great opportunity if you could get even one of the things in here.

Thinking of the Sun family disciples who stayed where they were, Sun Mo couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Alas, some people just don't have luck."

Opportunities and dangers often coexist. If you want to gain greater opportunities, you must take corresponding risks. There is no such thing as the best of both worlds in the world.

Sun Mo understood this truth, but he didn't know what happened to the group of disciples who stayed behind.

His master asked him to lead the team, so he was still a little worried.

He could only pray silently, hoping that all the Sun family disciples would be fine.

"What are you thinking about?" Sun Erhu was holding a long knife that he had dug out from somewhere, and seeing Sun Mo in a daze, he poked him.

"Ah?" Sun Mo came back to his senses, "Nothing."

Sun Erhu chuckled and pushed Sun Mo: "Hurry up, everyone is picking. You should also take a look, otherwise everything will be snatched away soon."

After saying that, he picked up the big knife he had just obtained and happily joined the group to fight again.

Lin Wanshu and a few others surrounded the pile of things in the middle and dug them up like they were picking up trash.

"You said, there must be something in this secret realm." Le Shan tossed things while digging, "If these things were in Qi Ling, several big families would fight over them."

It's just sitting here gathering dust.

"I think, let's just carry these things back to Qi Ling. Maybe we can become the richest man in Qi Ling."

After Ming Fan finished speaking, he glanced at a bag in the pile.

The sky-blue bag was embroidered with delicate patterns in gold thread. Although there was a layer of dirt on it, one could tell at a glance that it was low-key, luxurious and profound.

Ming Fan raised his hand, took the bag out and looked at it carefully.

"What is this?" Rong Hua picked up a jade bracelet and looked at it from left to right. "It looks like a piece of jade, an ordinary piece of jade."

"What do you know?" Le Shan rolled his eyes at him. "These are all rare treasures. Any one of them is worth a fortune."

Rong Hua put the jade bracelet away: "It's priceless, but it's just a piece of jade. Forget it, just keep it for now."

Ming Fan untied the bag and poured out an ice-blue bead from it.

The beads felt icy cold in my hand.

"This bead..." Lin Wanshu came over, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, "It's actually the Water Spirit Bead!"

"Water Spirit Pearl?" Ming Fan weighed the pearl in his hand, "It's quite watery."

After hearing what Lin Wanshu said, Le Shan also came over: "Water Spirit Pearl?"

"It is said that the Water Spirit Pearl has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. It is a priceless treasure." Le Shan thought for a moment and said, "Not entirely. It seems that this thing is only useful for water spirit roots."

"So powerful?" Rong Hua's eyes widened. "How can something that can bring a monk back to life be like trash here?"

This was a good point, and it stumped Ming Fan and the others.

Who knows? This is their first time here too.

"The things are good." Lin Wanshu paused, "But we may not be able to take all of these things out."

"Don't you find it's getting harder to breathe here?"

When everyone heard this, they were startled and felt their heartbeats quicken.

At this moment, that strange laughter sounded again...