North of Danzhou, Zihui Mountain.

The lightning blew through the sky, and the rain as big as soybeans hit the old tent, crackling.

Xie Jinhuan lay on the floor, his mind was drowsy, and his throat was as if he had swallowed a blade, calling hoarsely:

"Dad...Dad~~...Lao Deng?!"

"Where is the person? Is it worth it to go to the yamen..."

Xie Jinhuan called the servant maid at home again, but no one responded. With a dry mouth, he could only grit his teeth and hold up and groped his own teapot.

But as soon as his hand reached out, he was stunned.

The heavy rain was pouring, and the tent cloth was shaking densely. A candle lamp was hung at the entrance of the tent, illuminating several floors in the tent and a corpse outside the door!

The body was lying by the bonfire, her clothes were broken and her face was covered with blood, and her chest was penetrated by an iron mace and nailed to the ground.

The iron mace is silver-white all over, with a round-tailed beast pattern, and is engraved with the word "Tiangang". It is his weapon...

Cao, what am I doing?!

Xie Jinhuan suddenly turned over and looked around, then she realized that she was lying in a strange tent. Outside was the dark mountains and forests, holding a sword in her hand, and the original large bed of the mansion was gone.

What the hell is this? I was kidnapped?!

Xie Jinhuan was confused, and as his mind recovered, his memory returned to his mind:

It was accidentally reopened more than ten years ago and was born in the capital of the Daqian Dynasty. Its father was the county magistrate of Wan'an. Its mother died prematurely and the only son in the family...

A real man can live for a lifetime, how can he be inferior to others? He is determined to die at the age of three!

At the age of sixteen, he accomplished nothing and was transferred to Lingnan with his father. He encountered a monster on the way...

Then it was gone.

Xie Jinhuan remembered the last scene, but was chased by monsters and ran around the woods.

The next second, he lay here, with a corpse in front of him.

What's going on?

The monster has not been run away, and it has reopened again?

This is not possible. I finally got through puberty and I have never tasted the saltiness of the wealthy wives...

Xie Jinhuan noticed something was wrong, so he quickly raised his sword as a mirror and used the candlelight to check the reflection:

Fortunately, his appearance has not changed much, he is still him.

But he is obviously a little mature than before and has grown a lot taller...

Could it be that several years have passed?

Xie Jinhuan frowned and thought hard, unable to remember his recent experience, and even did not know whether his father was alive or not, so he could only turn his attention to the corpse outside the tent and judge the current situation.

Crazy...

The heavy rain washed away the blood on the body's face. The pale face still retained the fear of his life, and his appearance was not familiar.

Blood spread from under the corpse and gradually penetrated into the hole not far away.

The entrance of the cave is located under a mound, which looks like a 'mambent', but the interior has completely collapsed.

Judging from the decorations in the tent, there were four people in total, camping here for at least three days. He was dressed cleanly and should have been an outsider.

When Xie Jinhuan saw these, he could probably deduce the process:

This group of people are tomb robbers, digging graves here. He ran over the middle. The conflict between the two sides caused the tomb to collapse. Three people were buried in the tomb. The old Taoist escaped and was stabbed to death by him at the entrance of the cave...

"But why am I here?"

Xie Jinhuan was like a hangover, and she couldn't remember her recent experience at all. After carefully observing the traces around her, she felt that the strength she showed was not like his work.

In order to win at the starting line, Xie Jinhuan started to work hard when he held the pacifier in his mouth, but his direction was not limited to martial arts, but also dabbled in - piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, astronomy and geography, temperament and conversation, shaping and strengthening the body...

His original intention was to become a versatile person, but the consequence of learning everything was that he was not good at everything.

Because other projects took too much time, they did not reach the eighth grade of martial arts until they were sixteen years old.

The only achievement is that I have paid attention to physical and physical conversation since I was a child. I am handsome and good at dressing up and talking. I am impressed by his wife who have seen him. It can be said that I am making rapid progress in the direction of "Lao Ai"...

Judging from the traces on the scene, he killed the old Taoist just with a random move, and even didn't use much force. His strength was probably no less than a hundred times stronger than before!

Am I going to the alchemy furnace of Laojun at Taishang?

Xie Jinhuan felt the power of the prehistoric dragon that could kill a female dragon in her body, and her heart became more and more confused.

He couldn't remember the reason, so he could only search in the tent to see if he could find clues.

As a result, after searching, I really figured out the current situation, but at the same time I also discovered something terrible!

In addition to bagging tools, there are also some documents and apprentice’s tomb robbers’ notes.

According to the notes, it is the autumn of the eighth year of Jingning. He was 19 and a half years old. It has been three years since his father was transferred to Lingnan.

The current location is not the southern border with poor mountains and rivers, but Danzhou, which is only more than a hundred miles away from Jingzhao Prefecture.

As the Grave Robbers' Notes reached the latest, a few lines of crooked handwriting came into view:

On the fifth day of the eighth month: Master searched for dragons and found a large tomb behind Zihui Mountain. Master guessed that it was the place where the "Qixia Zhenren" was closed, and there must be a treasure of martial arts inside...

August 8th: Today I broke ground and dug up the tomb gate. There was a Taoist seal on it, like a demon-suppressing talisman. The master said it was to prevent Qixia from falling into seclusion...

August 9th: I dreamed. In my dream, I met a banshee in red with big breasts and fat butts. I felt that she liked me, but unfortunately she was woken up by her master and continued to dig the grave...

On the night of the 9th day of the eighth month: The tomb door finally opened, there were many women's burial objects inside, the demon-suppressing coffin in the middle, and the "Zhenglun Sword" that had been lost in Zihui Mountain for a hundred years was inserted on it. It was indeed a treasure, so I had to find a way to pull out the sword...

Recorded to this point.

"Demon-Suppressing Coffin, Red Banshee, Zhenglun Sword..."

Xie Jinhuan knew since childhood that the Daqian Dynasty was full of all kinds of monsters and monsters. When he saw these words, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes looked at the sword in his hand:

The sword is three feet and three inches long, with a blue ink body, and is engraved with the word "Zhenglun"...

Isn’t this the sword on the demon-suppressing coffin?

Xie Jinhuan thought it was not good!

This sword could appear in his hands. If nothing unexpected happens, this group of tomb robbers who are not afraid of death has opened the demon-suppressing coffin and released the banshee in red.

He came here for no reason, perhaps because he wanted to stop the tomb robbers from committing suicide, but failed and was injured by the demons, so he forgot his recent experience.

The incident happened just now. If the banshee really had a coffin, the current situation was created, and the demon might be still in front of him...

Thinking of this, Xie Jinhuan felt a little cold and looked around carefully.

At this time, an unknown abnormal movement came from outside the tent:

Rub~ Rub~

The sound sounds like an unknown creature, tearing up meat.

Xie Jinhuan's face changed suddenly, and he quickly pointed at the entrance of the tent with his sword.

Click—

At this time, the lightning flashed through the sky briefly illuminated the camp outside the tent.

In the heavy rain, the bonfire was completely extinguished. The originally burnt roast rabbit was dragged to the side, and a black shadow was bowing his head and pecking at it.

The black shadow's hair was like ink, like a coal ball, with only amber eyes, and reflected a faint light under the lightning, like two ghost fires floating outside the tent.

Xie Jinhuan carefully identified it, and felt that the black shadow looked familiar, so he tried to call:

"Coal balls?"

"Guji?"

The black hawk, who was pecking at the roasted rabbit, suddenly ran out of motion when he heard the sound.

Perhaps because he was afraid that he would be caught and scolded by his master, he quietly put the roasted rabbit back in place, and then squatted in the rain, pretending to be watching seriously.

Xie Jinhuan was scared halfway, and almost swear when he saw this scene.

The Black Hawk is called coal balls, and it is a personal slave whom Xie Jinhuan spent half a penny of money to buy from the Flower and Bird Street in Beijing.

The vendor said it was the "black-winged big roll", the bloodline of the divine beast, and the wingspan can reach a thousand feet when adults, and feed on dragons.

As a result, Xie Jinhuan took care of her carefully and successfully developed a "black-winged fat maniac". She was one foot tall and one foot waist. She liked to eat "mushroom stewed with flying dragons".

Fortunately, the unscrupulous businessman is not as shameless as lying with pheasants. Coal balls are indeed more spiritual and can understand people's words. As long as it is not about food, he will never lie.

Xie Jinhuan didn't care about picking up his personal slave at this time, and came to ask with his sword:

"Did you see the monster?"

"Gu?"

The coal ball looked around, quite confused.

When Xie Jinhuan saw this, he knew he didn't see it.

But judging from the Tomb Raiders' notes, the banshee in red is likely to have already released the coffin!

He remembered the fragments of memory and was completely unable to understand the current situation. He did not dare to stay here for a long time. He quickly pulled out the Tiangang mace from the body and took the Demon-Suppressing Sword as a talisman:

"Go away, there are goblins here."

"Gu~"

The coal ball was extremely well-behaved. Seeing this, he picked up the roast rabbit from the bonfire, flapping his wings and jumping behind him, and hid in an endless rainy night.

As one person and one bird left, the camp became silent, and the gloomy atmosphere in the mountains gradually disappeared.
Chapter completed!