The crooked way can also lead to heaven

Ye Ran's behavior will naturally arouse the dissatisfaction of many people, but the little beggar has been standing by to support him, and they dare not continue to blatantly cause trouble.

Entering the chief's house, Ye Ran couldn't help but be surprised by the scene in front of him.

The room was empty, except for a bed in the middle, with a young man lying on it, but it looked extremely weird, a bit like dry and crusty skin. Layers of dry skin were scattered on the ground.

"Is this the chief?"

"You're over a hundred years old, aren't you? His face looks younger than mine."

Ye Ran couldn't help but speak out, unable to hide the doubts in his heart.

The little beggar looked unperturbed and explained immediately: "Master, he is growing in reverse."

"There isn't much golden blood in the chief's body. Although it can allow him to live longer, this mixed golden blood will also cost him a lot."

"Once the person reaches the limit of his lifespan, he will fall into a deep sleep and shed his skin like a snake every once in a while, from the state of old age to a young child. Only then will he truly die."

The little beggar explained in detail, but Ye Ran still did not let go of his obsession and asked persistently: "Is there really no way to wake him up?"

The little beggar shook his head gently: "There is really no way, his current state is no different from that of a dead person."

"All right."

Ye Ran had completely given up on this idea, but another thought came to his mind: "Normally speaking, it is impossible for a tribe to leave its leader. Did he not elect a new chief before falling into a deep sleep?"

The little beggar bit his finger and thought for a moment, raised his brows, and responded after a long time: "It seems that you cannot choose a new chief. Unless someone in the tribe has a certain level of golden blood, he can inherit the memory of the previous chief."

"There are also hundreds of people in this tribe. Except for the dying chief, the golden blood in the other people's bodies is almost negligible. Brother Beijing has already checked it."

Hearing this, Ye Ran also remembered what Xiao Beijing once said.

Before dying, the leaders of the Golden Tribe will perform reincarnation rituals with people who have pure golden blood in their bodies to achieve semi-immortality.

The branch of the Golden Tribe here obviously cannot reach that point.

"By the way, why did the person I dueled with just now call you Goddess?"

"How much memory did you regain?"

Ye Ran no longer worries about reincarnation.

The more memories the little beggar recovers, the easier it will be to find the Golden Tribe. The most critical problem is still with this little guy.

As soon as he finished speaking, the little beggar's head swayed from side to side like a wavy drum, and then stretched out two fingers: "It only recovered a pinch."

Ye Ran frowned slightly, raised his hand and said, "I'd rather knock you unconscious again as a master. Maybe when you wake up again, you can regain a pinch of memory."

The little beggar was so frightened that he tensed up and took two steps back. He said in a non-crying tone, "Isn't this good, Master?"

Ye Ran approached slowly and raised his hand, scaring the little beggar so much that he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands: "Ah, it hurts!"

"I haven't made a move yet. It turns out you have learned from Little Beijing. You have a slippery tone." Ye Ran walked past her with his hands behind his back and left the room.

Returning to the thatched house where everyone was, Ye Ran went straight to the stove and sat down, then snapped his fingers twice.

"What is Heavenly Palace?"

"How much news is out there right now."

"How far has the surrounding investigation gone?"

As soon as these three words were spoken, everyone who was still fighting suddenly fell silent and sat down around the stove in a tacit understanding.

Little Beijing coughed lightly, took out a hand-drawn map from his backpack and hung it on the wall. The map was full of red crosses and circles.

"We are currently in the center of Mihuntang, and there are many primitive places around it that have not been visited, but the marked places have all been visited."

"According to the analysis of the information obtained so far, the Tiangong should be an ancient tomb."

As he spoke, Little Beijing took out another animal skin painting, marked it with a pen, and then continued.

"This animal skin painting was found in the chief's home. Look, the painting below should be a river or an ocean. Let's treat it as a sea first."

"On top of this sea, there is a palace obscured by clouds and mist, which is the Heavenly Palace."

"As we all know, the ancients' obsession with gods has reached its peak, and there is a profession that is almost obsessed with ascending to immortality."

"This profession is that of a Taoist!"

"If you look at the other half of the painting, this place should be the Ecstasy. And above the Ecstasy there is a man in the clouds holding a sapling in his hand. He also appears above the Heavenly Palace."

"According to ancient records, there is only one person who ascended to immortality in Mihundang, Zhang Daoling."

Little Beijing stood in front and described vividly, and Ye Ran also understood something at this moment, and said: "You mean that after Zhang Daoling ascended in Ecstasy, he took the golden sapling to another place, and in Where was the Heavenly Palace built?"

Little Beijing nodded: "Yes, according to ancient records, there is a fishing village in the South China Sea. The fishermen looked at the sky. There was a golden light here, and the sound of dragons roared in their ears. When the dragons roar stopped, there was a tower in the clouds and mist. The golden palace appears."

"If I guessed correctly, the Heavenly Palace should be above the South China Sea."

"It's just that...there is currently a lack of investigation. Many ancient books are written based on rumors, and the authenticity is unknown."

"Besides, this doesn't make sense. The Golden Tribe is in Mihundang, and how can the Tiangong be in the South China Sea?"

After saying that, everyone also fell into silence.

Indeed, the existence of the Golden Clan itself is to protect the Golden Tree. The distance between the two cannot be too far, otherwise the existence of the Golden Clan would be meaningless.

"Well... I have something to say." The little beggar suddenly raised his hand, and everyone's attention was attracted to her.

The little beggar explained: "In my impression, only the golden master clan will guard the golden tree at all times. The other branches do not have this custom."

"They just offer the golden tree as a totem, and the real sub-tree will be taken away and hidden by the chief."

After listening to the little beggar's speech, Little Beijing stroked his chin and began to think, and said solemnly: "If this is really the case, then I already know the approximate location of the Heavenly Palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, fierce shouting and yelling suddenly came from outside the house.

They all moved their eyes to the door.

The wild wolf immediately stood up and stepped out of the gate. When he saw the people in a hurry, he immediately caught one and asked, "Why are you so anxious?"

I saw the man saying angrily: "There are intruders. They have broken through the tribe's formation and have broken in!"

After saying that, he charged forward with his spear.

The wild wolf's eyes flickered, and he immediately turned around and opened the door curtain, and said to Little Beijing and the others: "Someone broke in!"

Several people quickly got dressed and walked out, but before they even raised their heads, they heard the sound of gunshots.

Looking up, I saw a group of heavily armed people suddenly appearing in front of them, holding rifles and massacring the Golden Tribe.

Although these people from the Golden Tribe were stronger than ordinary people, their self-defense weapons were too primitive, and they were killed with almost no ability to parry.

There were at least a dozen or twenty people in that group, but the number of deaths was completely out of proportion to that of the Golden Tribe.

"Damn it, slipped away!"

Little Beijing took two steps back, turned around and ran back to the room.

When the little beggar saw this, he ran after him without any hesitation.

The current tribe was in chaos, but Mu Qian, who was standing at the back, did not know when he left. When he appeared, he had already arrived at the door of the chief's house, holding a dagger in his hand.

"Boss Ye, do we need help?" Wild Wolf turned around and said.

Ye Ran's face remained calm: "Why do you want to help? It's not me who will die if they die. Besides, what benefits can you get from helping?"

"Let's go. Since the Golden Tree is no longer in Mihundang, there is no need to continue to stay here."

After saying that, Ye Ran went back to pack his luggage and prepare to run away.

The law of the jungle has always been the eternal law. Since this group of people do not want to contact the new era and just want to live in their own world, they can blame no one if they are killed.

Furthermore, Ye Ran suspected from the beginning that the Golden Tribe was not a serious existence.

It can be seen from the little beggar's face that she has no feelings for this tribe, and she was even indifferent when she saw them being killed.

This further confirmed Ye Ran's idea that people from this ethnic group were most likely to be ruthless.

"I've packed everything, I'm not ready to leave." Ye Ran glanced at everyone and then realized that someone was missing.

"Where is Mu Qian?"

In such a chaotic moment, Mu Qian suddenly disappeared, which will inevitably make people suspicious.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qian opened the curtain and said calmly: "I went to the toilet."

Ye Ran stared at her, always feeling that something was wrong with this woman.

"Let's go quickly, Mr. Jin doesn't want to be beaten into a hornet's nest!" Little Beijing went out first.

"Slip away!" The little beggar also ran after him.

Little Beijing and the others had been here for a long time, and were already familiar with the situation in the depression. They led everyone away from another path, perfectly avoiding the battlefield.

A group of people walked through the jungle for a long time and did not stop until the gunshots could no longer be heard.

"Master Jin is so exhausted, Boss Ye, aren't those people from the Snake Temple just now?" Little Beijing asked panting when they stopped to rest.

Ye Ran looked around and then responded: "Maybe."

The wild wolf pondered for a long time, then raised his head and joined the conversation, asking: "Since there is no golden tree here, what are the people from the Snake Temple doing here? They can't be specially to kill the golden people, right?"

No one could answer his question yet, so they all lowered their heads and remained silent.

Knowing too little about the Snake Temple organization, no one can figure out how they do things.

Ye Ran moved his eyes to Little Beijing. He had asked this guy to inquire about the temple's information before.

Little Beijing seemed to know what Ye Ran was thinking, and immediately spread his hands: "Don't look at me, this organization is too mysterious, and Mr. Jin has spent a lot of money but still failed to get any useful information."

However, what no one expected was that Mu Qian gave the answer at this moment.

"They came here specifically to arrest people."