The little raccoon boy was not afraid when he saw a stranger, he just screamed strangely, then lowered his head and licked the dirty black blood on the coffin.

This should be the disciple and grandson of the spermatozoon in the play.

Chu Yun thought to himself, and as soon as his eyes turned slightly, he was already walking towards the little raccoon boy.

As soon as he got close, the little raccoon screamed again, and the hair on his body exploded as he bared his teeth and claws. He kept roaring at Chu Yun in a low voice. His painted face was stained with blood, making his expression look different.

Ferocious and strange.

The grave beneath it had already been torn open by it, revealing the pitch-black coffin, with its lid tilted and the bones in the coffin long gone, leaving only black blood splattering around the coffin.

These beasts!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chu Yun probably understood what was going on and couldn't help but frown.

The creatures in this vase mountain are now almost becoming spirits. They can open the coffins buried in the graves and eat flesh and blood. In a few years, they will become another monster that harms people.

The next moment, among the lightning and flint, I saw Chu Yun raising his right palm, and the inner energy of the Tathagata palm that had been cultivated for a long time burst out instantly.

A strong wind suddenly blew up, and before the little raccoon boy could react at all, the sudden wind from his palm completely froze his strange and ferocious expression on his face.

Then Chu Yun glanced at the unnamed graves one by one, turned to Chen Yulou and others and smiled: "Everyone, keep walking!"

In just a few breaths, everyone just thought that Chu Yun had gone to inspect the grave, and they didn't care.

Now that the ancient tomb is close at hand, Chen Yulou and others have already focused on rushing into the ancient tomb. Only Partridge Whistle's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at Mr. Chu with a more solemn look.

As the most skilled among the people, Partridge Whistle had just vaguely noticed a change in the trend, but when he checked more closely, there was no trace of it.

"This damn place is full of things like this!" Luo Laowai glanced at Little Lizi, his tone full of disgust, "Someone, let me kill it for you!"

Following Luo Laowai's order, two soldiers with guns immediately stepped forward. They were cautious at first, but when they saw the mysterious Mr. Chu was in front, they suddenly became more courageous. They were a little bolder and instead walked forward quickly.

Come.

When they came to Chu Yun's side, they saw that the little raccoon had a ferocious look on his face, and was motionless with his teeth and claws bared. The two of them were confused for a moment and did not dare to approach. They just took out a spear from their back and stabbed him.

Under this stab, the little raccoon fell straight down. Although he still maintained his ferocious appearance, his whole body was stiff and he was obviously dead.

The two of them looked at each other and subconsciously glanced at Mr. Chu on the side. Seeing that Mr. Chu was smiling and completely unfazed, they both couldn't help but shudder at the same time.

"Shuai Luo, this raccoon is dead!" One of the soldiers shouted to everyone. Luo Laowai and others were stunned, and quickly rushed towards Chu Yun.

"Dead?" When they came closer, Chen Yulou and others looked at the lifelike little raccoon with strange expressions on their faces.

Chen Yulou was bold and stretched out his hand to grab the ferocious-looking little raccoon. He felt like he had touched a stone with his tentacles. Unknown to him, the little raccoon's flesh and blood had become stiff, as if it had been dead for a long time.

Looking up at Chu Yun, Chen Yulou suddenly smiled. As if nothing had happened, he threw Xiaoli's body aside and said to the people in Xiling behind him: "If you die, you will die. Brothers, please come and clean these places."

Re-bury the coffin, remember to bury it deeply, and don’t let these debris cause trouble again.”

The people in Xiling behind him responded, and many people took out shovels from their backpacks and started adding stones and soil to these graves.

Although everyone was shocked that the little raccoon boy was about to die in an instant, seeing that Chen Yulou didn't care much about it, everyone in Xiling had no choice but to keep it in their hearts for the time being.

Although Partridge Whistle had some guesses in his mind, he had a cold temperament. He was only following Chu Yun on this trip. Everything was centered on Chu Yun, so naturally he wouldn't say anything more.

As for Luo Laowai, this warlord who has been in western Hunan for many years suddenly brightened up after receiving the report from his subordinates. He quickly walked to Chu Yun and grinned, "I, Lao Luo, know that Mr. Chu is very powerful. Now that I have entered the tomb, I still can't do it."

Mr. Chu, please take more care of me, Lao Luo. I have an elder and a younger one, and my seventeen or eight concubines will live by me, Lao Luo."

"Pooh!"

Hearing the flattering words of Luo Laowai and Mr. Chu, Miss Hong and Hua Ling couldn't help but spit at the same time.

Just a few days ago, in order to strike up a conversation with them, Luo Laowai kept promising that he only had three or four concubines. At that time, the two of them didn't believe it. How many concubines did a Xiangxi warlord only have?

It's fine now. In order to curry favor with Chu Yun, Luo Laowai was finally willing to tell the truth, which immediately made Miss Hong and Hua Ling roll their eyes.

Chu Yun smiled and said: "Don't worry, Luo Shuai, we are just grasshoppers on the same rope now, and Chu should do his best."

Now the warlords are fighting, the people are in dire straits, and the land of China is full of smoke and war. This Luo Laowai lives in a remote place. Although he is greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, his character is not as cruel as imagined. Coupled with the existence of Chen Yulou, he can at least make Xiangxi

People will not be displaced.

There were so many people in Xiling, so each person shoveled down and quickly thickened the piles of more than a dozen small graves and buried them.

When things happened, everyone changed their formations, with Chu Yun as the main one, and a few Xiling warriors carrying lanterns and soldiers with guns opened the way, and the group continued walking towards the cave at the bottom of the mountain.

The underground cave is dark and humid, and a dark wind blows in from time to time, and water seeps everywhere, soaking all the surrounding soil.

At this moment, the most common method used by tomb robbers to identify soil and mud was completely useless. Everyone explored the surroundings, and finally could only turn their attention to the leader of the moving mountain, Partridge Shao, and his three people, as well as Chu Yun.

"Mr. Chu, Brother Partridge Whistle, the tomb passage that Chen discovered is here, but it is dark and humid here, and there is water seeping everywhere. The ordinary method of finding the tomb passage is no longer useful, so we can only look at the two of them next."

Seeing that his Xiling faction was really powerless, Chen Yulou looked solemn and said solemnly to Chu Yun and Partridge Whistle.

Hearing this, Chu Yun turned his gaze to the brothers and sisters of Partridge Whistle, glanced at the bamboo baskets behind them, and said with a smile: "Then let's invite the three of us to start."

Chu Yun was also very curious about this mountain digger. This meant that his main business was not tomb robbing, otherwise Chu Yun would have wanted to get himself such a treasure to keep.

Seeing Mr. Chu speak, Partridge Whistle did not hesitate. First, he used the animal blood that had been prepared to drip around to observe the changes in water quality.

Not long after, he stopped at one place and said in a cold tone: "Take Fenshan Dizijia!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were fixed, and their hearts were full of expectation.

The unique skills of this mountain-moving sect have long been famous all over the world, but no one has ever seen it. Now it is an eye-opener for everyone present.

Hua Ling and the old foreigner took off the bamboo baskets behind their backs and placed them on the ground at an angle. The old foreigner took off the flower cloth from the bamboo baskets, while Hua Ling took out the herbs that had been ground into powder and put them directly on the two bamboo baskets.

The mouth of the basket was raised.

Hearing the sound of two metal frictions suddenly coming from the bamboo basket, the people in Xiling and many soldiers who were watching were suddenly startled and couldn't help but take a step back.

No one expected that there were still living things in there!

As the sound of metal friction became louder and louder, while everyone held their breath, two iron spherical objects, one large and one small, rolled out of the bamboo basket.

Then, under everyone's surprised gaze, the two iron balls slowly rotated, their heads and tails separated, and they turned out to be two monsters covered in armor.

After taking out the mountain-digging beetles, Partridge Whistle didn't care about the surprised looks of everyone. He took the bamboo tube handed over by Hualing and fed some ants in the bamboo tube to the two mountain-digging beetles, and then used an iron chain to

After clasping the copper rings on their bodies and giving instructions, the old foreigner brought the smaller one to the predetermined position.

Seeing the small one passing by, the big one in Hua Ling's hand also followed closely.

This time, the mountain digger beetle likes to dig holes in the mountains. When it comes to the mountain wall, the smaller one immediately digs into the mountain wall. As soon as the finger hook turns, a small cave appears.

Between the mountain walls.

It is indeed a secret skill of moving mountains.

Even though he had seen this scene on TV a long time ago, Chu Yun couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

China has a long history of 5,000 years. Over the past few thousand years, there have been countless anecdotes and secrets. Unfortunately, very few of them have been passed down.

At this time, as the little one held by the old foreigner began to dig holes, the big one held by Hua Ling also became impatient. Seeing this, Hua Ling smiled playfully and put some strength on her hand.

Let the big one follow.

This Fenshan Dizijia has always been inseparable, one big and one small.

When the mountain-moving group robs a tomb, they lock the big one with an iron chain and let the smaller one dig holes in front of the mountain while the big one follows behind.

Once the smaller one opens the cave entrance, the mountain mover will tighten the chain on the larger one. If the larger one cannot move forward, it will spin in place and expand the cave.
Chapter completed!