Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

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The broken lamp is like a bean.

Chen Yulou sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole body already in a state of trance.

As he breathes in and out.

In the dense forest outside Yizhuang, wisps of weak green wood spiritual energy gathered.

Slowly blending into his eyebrows.

It flows through hundreds of veins in the limbs, and finally turns into a drop of spiritual mist, returning to the qi sea dantian.

at the same time.

Deep in the vast Lao Xiong Ridge.

The night wind howled, whimpering like a ghost, eerie and terrifying.

There were also the chirping of insects and birds, mixed with the roars of various unknown beasts.

Miao Village has been passed down since ancient times.

At night, that's when the mountain monsters and ghosts come out to look for food.

Therefore, every day when it gets dark, the gates of each village will be sealed, and every household will also lock its doors and not dare to go out even half a step.

But even so.

at this time.

But the three of them had no scruples.

Go on your way while it's dark.

They are two men and one woman.

They are all dressed up by Bing family Miao people.

There was a person at the front, tall and straight, with a stern expression.

Her long hair was simply tied back with a wooden hairpin.

They don't look like Hmong people.

Rather, he looks like a Taoist practicing in the mountains.

However, his eyes were as deep as knives, and his eyebrows were filled with murderous intent.

It also goes against the image of a Taoist who always values ​​tranquility and inaction.

He was walking in front with an angry wind lantern in his hand. Under the light, his temperament was even more unique and indescribable.

The one in the middle is a Miao girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

She is also carrying a bamboo basket.

But there is an extra long umbrella.

She is still childish, smart and cute, but there is something heroic about her every frown and smile.

The last person walking was a strange-looking young man.

Early twenties.

He has curly hair and looks like he is of mixed race.

He did not carry a bamboo basket on his back, but an old bow, with ten or twenty long arrows densely inserted in the quiver.

There is also a bundle of ropes hanging diagonally around his waist.

Astonishingly, they were the three brothers and sisters of Partridge Whistle.

"Roar--"

Suddenly.

A terrifying roar came from the forest.

The three of them stopped immediately.

The old foreigner walking at the end grabbed the bow behind him and swept his surroundings like fire.

"Senior brother?"

"Do you want?"

Partridge Whistle listened for a moment with his ears pricked up, then shook his head, "It should be a tiger or leopard, don't pay attention to it."

"The yellow monster on the ancient raccoon monument has been here for hundreds of years and is causing great harm."

"Wait until we resolve it first."

"We have to rush back to the Hunan-Guizhou border."

While talking.

The partridge whistle looked up into the distance.

A pair of eyes seemed to be able to see through the vast night.

"Yes, senior brother."

Hua Ling and the old foreigner nodded.

In fact, their trip was not for Lao Xiong Ling.

However, when we were halfway there, we heard that a yellow demon was causing trouble in the area around the ancient raccoon monument and killed countless passing merchants.

The lineage of moving mountains comes from Taoism.

He has the responsibility of subduing demons.

In these years, Partridge Whistle has traveled around the world with his junior brother and sister, looking for the Muchen Bead, trying to resolve the thousand-year curse on the clan.

I don’t know how many evildoers have been killed.

"It's getting late."

"Go faster."

Partridge Whistle raised his head and glanced at the night sky above his head.

At this moment, dark clouds were heavy, covering the full moon.

In the howling night wind, there was also a feeling that a storm was about to come.

He immediately greeted his junior brothers and sisters.

Then he held the wind lantern and stepped forward, as fast as lightning.

Hua Ling and the old foreigner were not slow either.

The three of them ran all the way.

Almost half an hour later.

They arrived at a cemetery shaped like a mass grave.

There are towering old trees and overgrown grass.

There are also numerous white bones that can be seen everywhere, which makes people shudder.

"This should be it."

Standing in front of a broken stele, Partridge Whistle observed for a moment and said.

"Hua Ling, old foreigner, follow closely."

"That yellow demon is very evil and has done harm to countless people. Don't underestimate the enemy."

"Yes, senior brother!"

Hua Ling pursed her lips and nodded.

As he spoke, he took out the long umbrella behind his back and opened it with a splash.

I saw that the umbrella was of ancient style, and the surface of the umbrella was inlaid with bronze mirrors one after another.

It looks amazing.

The old foreigner stood behind the two of them with his bow and arrows drawn, his eyes sweeping around like a knife.

If only there was someone familiar with the art of war.

You will find that their positions seem to be sparse and ordinary, but in fact they are vaguely forming a three-talent formation.

Even if there is a sudden danger.

The three of them were able to react in the shortest time.

And, no matter which side you attack from.

All can be done without splashing water.

Hua Ling and the old foreigner are nominally brothers and sisters of Partridge Shao.

In fact, the two of them did not become a disciple.

It was he who took on the role of a master and a disciple.

All skills were taught by him personally.

Therefore, to the two of them, there is actually no difference between the Partridge Whistle and the Master.

In addition, I have traveled around the world for so many years.

The three of them have already developed an incomparable tacit understanding.

Partridge Whistle held a lamp in one hand and a twenty-ring mirror box in the other, passing through the ruined monument and walking straight into the depths of the cemetery.

only……

The three of them searched the tomb inside and outside.

No trace of the yellow demon was found.

Instead, he went round and round and returned to the original ruined monument.

"Brother, will it go out and harm others?"

Hua Ling is the youngest.

The girl is lively and lovely.

Looking at her frowning senior brother, she couldn't help but say.

"Not like..."

Partridge Whistle shook his head.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye, and a rare trace of surprise flashed across his stern face.

Noticed something strange about him.

Hua Ling and the old foreigner looked over curiously.

"Look at the monument."

The partridge whistle stretched out his hand and raised the wind lantern. The swaying firelight illuminated the ruined stele like a mirror.

A few vague handwritings can still be seen faintly.

but.

At the moment, the three of them paid no attention.

Just staring at the mass of... Yin Hong on the stone tablet.

"is blood."

Partridge Whistle squatted on the ground and stretched out his hand to wipe it. The blood had not even completely dried up.

His brows furrowed deeply.

"Brother, come quickly, there are more here."

While he was thinking.

Another exclamation from the old foreigner came from behind.

Partridge Whistle looked back.

I saw blood splashing on the weeds.

However, the color is dark black and the taste is extremely pungent.

"Black dog blood?"

Partridge Whistle was stunned at first, and then seemed to think of something.

Holding the wind lantern, he looked around.

The ground is littered with broken stones and broken monuments, and countless broken weeds.

It was obviously the traces left after a fight.

Seeing this scene, his frown suddenly relaxed.

"Senior brother?"

"what's the situation?"

Hua Ling raised her head and asked softly.

"Someone is a step ahead of us."

"Deal with the yellow demon first."

"what?"

Hearing this, Hua Ling and the old foreigner couldn't help but look at each other.

There was a hint of shock in their eyes.

According to my senior brother's speculation.

That yellow demon has at least two to three hundred years of cultivation.

Cannibalizing human lives, and transforming into a mountain god to steal incense.

Ordinary people are no match at all.

Otherwise, he would not have been doing evil for so many years and not be eradicated.

Why were they collected and paid before they even arrived?

"The blood is not even dry."

"That person shouldn't have gone far yet."

"Hua Ling, old foreigner, look around. He who can kill such a big monster is by no means an ordinary person. He might be a senior of my Taoist sect. Don't miss such a good opportunity."

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