The Cangmang Star is filled with a dim sky all year round, and even during the day, it rarely clears. Only by flying above the layers of dark clouds can you see the golden sunshine.

Ye Tianchen is flying above the clouds at this moment, enjoying the fiery red sea of ​​clouds with the boundless sunset. The beautiful scenery makes him praise it.

"I really didn't expect that I could see such a scenery here. The more dangerous the remote land it seems, the more beautiful the scenery is." Ye Tianchen sighed and walked along the clouds.

At this moment, he had temporarily forgotten the matter of the Soul-Devouring Grass, and his face was full of enjoyment and laziness.

"Big brother, we are here to find the Soul-Devouring Grass. This is an important thing. Come on, cheer up." The blue demon kept urging, but Ye Tianchen still looked lazy.

‘Don’t worry, life is always tight and slow. If I keep nervous, I may be so tired.’ Ye Tianchen smiled confidently, “It’s interesting to live like this!”

Lan Yao nodded slowly, "But we should try to find it as soon as possible..."

"Little girl, don't you like the environment here?" Ye Tianchen smiled and rubbed Lan Yao's head.

"No... Blue Demon is as long as he follows his elder brother, it's good to go anywhere."

Ye Tianchen was stunned for a while when he heard this, he suddenly smiled, passed through the thick clouds and flew downwards.

"Don't the big brother look at the clouds?"

"I don't want to see it anymore, go and find Soul-Devouring Grass."

"Uncle, can you really find the Soul-Devouring Grass?" In the vast sky of the vast starry sky, two flying figures flew past the sky.

"Hmph, my uncle has been a treasure hunter for his whole life, and he can still make this news wrong? Last time I was in a tavern, I clearly heard someone talk about this."

"What did that person say?" The young man was wearing black leather armor and a solid package behind his back.

"That person is a real martial saint. He was in a state of dismay that day and was covered in wounds. He suddenly appeared in the tavern we often go to." The middle-aged man's skin was dark and rough, and he liked to point fingers when he spoke.

"Three big bowls of tavern?"

"That's right, it's just three big bowls. You know, the three big bowls are all people like us."

"Uncle, I don't like to hear what you say - what do people like us say? They seem to be very lowly." The young man showed a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"You guys are young and energetic, you know nothing. Of course, people like us don't mean that." The middle-aged man cursed, "You have never been scolded by anyone. You are spoiled all day long, and you can just speak out. You know what humiliation and pain are, and you actually tell my uncle these nonsense."

"Who... has come to reach out, am I here to go out and roam with you?"

"Mao! I'm taking you as a drag bottle, how slow is the progress? Do you know? And in the past, I went alone and snatched things... no, I could leave directly if I found the treasure. Now there is one more you. If you are dragged by some powerful man, I still have to look for your safety?"

"I..." The young man pouted, his face full of dissatisfaction, but he couldn't say anything. The Adam's apple was very embarrassed.

"This soul-devouring grass is not cheap. I'll tell you again, just in case you forget - if you really find the soul-devouring grass, you must bring the gloves and masks I prepared for you, and run away with it, but remember, don't be greedy! How many hands do you have?"

"Two." The young man was so angry.

"Then you just have one hand and don't be greedy for too many. Although we can pick this treasure in the world, we must leave some of them to continue to reproduce, otherwise they will be punished by God!" The black flesh on his face trembled, and the middle-aged man said sternly.

"But people say that our business will go to hell in the future."

"You dead boy, you are spraying feces all over your mouth. That's a tomb robber. We are treasure hunters. There is an idiom called, that world of difference, do you understand? Treasure hunters, we are looking for a land without a home, looking for a treasure without a home. How can those dog thieves who robbed tombs compare with us?" said this, the middle-aged man looked proud and raised his dark face.

"Uncle, then I'll pick grass, what are you doing?"

"You little brat, what do you mean? Do you think my uncle asked you to take risks alone and watch from the side?" The big man shook his head and pushed his chest and stamped his feet. "I kindly took you out to travel around the world. You actually looked at my uncle like this in my heart. I feel so heartbroken!"

The young man hesitated and lowered his head and dared not speak.

"Do you think the soul-catching grass is easy to pick? Why is that powerful martial saint covered in scars? Do you know?"

"You didn't say it, how do I know?"

"You damn boy, you speak very little. If you speak like this, I will tell you sooner or later if you go out." The middle-aged man kicked his butt hard, and the young man rubbed his butt and did not dare to make a sound.

"The martial saint strong man asked for a bottle of desert thorns when he entered the door - the wine was 87 degrees long, which was drunk by people? He pulled the cap and raised his head to his mouth and poured it." The middle-aged man showed a look of pain on his face, "That wine smell! The wound on his body was deep and the bones were visible, and the cut surface was flat, but a large piece of meat was missing on his right thigh, and the veins inside were still hung outside and attached to his pants."

The young man was a little nauseous, but the middle-aged man glared with his eyes and quickly pretended to be plain.

"You boy, you can't stand the blood. I've long said you should go out and kill people and see the world. Just listening to me, it's enough. If you really encounter any dangerous situation, you might be the one who takes the lead in running away." The middle-aged man took out a pot of wine from his waist, turned the lid and took a sip.

The middle-aged man said, "That man also drank like this, and then he poured the strong wine all over his body."

The young man widened his eyes: "He's crazy?"

The middle-aged man curled his lips and gave the young man a blank look: "This is disinfection with wine. You have never experienced the battle in the world, so naturally you won't know."

The young man nodded slowly: "So that's it."

"You know how painful it is when the strong liquor is poured on the wound? It's like splashing pepper water on your wound." The middle-aged man smacked his lips, "But the man's face was pale and his whole body was not trembling at all, so he just held back the pain. At least we all thought he had held back the pain."

"Didn't he hold back the pain? He's dead?" The young man was so excited that he heard it and got closer.

The middle-aged man blew out his nostrils: "If he dies, how can he go and drink? Use his brain! We feel something is wrong and we all surround us. The man started to talk to himself without waiting for us to ask."

"He said, his friends were dead, and a huge monster ate them."

"What? How can a monster fight against the powerful Martial Saint?"

"You little kid knows nothing. There are more things in this world that are stronger than the martial saints. Do you see if the stone has life? Meteorites can kill the martial saints. Do you see if those monsters are strong? The kings among them can also hang the martial saints! Let me tell you, the strongest form of human beings is not the martial saint, but the martial emperor! Unfortunately, the Martial Emperor has not appeared again for too long. Now human beings are in a low point."

The young man scratched his head and asked, "Uncle, are you a treasure hunter or an anthropologist? How do you feel about you..."

"Go to die!" The middle-aged man slapped the young man with a slap: "I'm called erudite and talented. Of course, the profession is a treasure hunter. What kind of profession is an anthropologist? I can't see how to make money. A profession that cannot make money is of use? Have you seen which anthropologist make money?"

"There are, there are. I have read a lot of books in school, some of which are published by anthropologists, and they make money by writing books."

"Mao, earning that little bit is not as much as the woman I went out to prostitution in one night." The middle-aged man's dark face was slightly red and he said drunk: "You kid don't talk about the war on paper. Follow my uncle, and I will keep you as a skilled treasure hunter."

"But uncle, I don't want to mess around with the women outside, I still want to find love."

"Look for... look for you..." The middle-aged man smashed the wine gourd to the young man's head and said angrily: "The son cannot be taught! The son cannot be taught!"

"Uncle, you are wrong. Children can teach you, but villains and women are hard to raise." The young man said in a trembling voice, covering the big bag on his head.

"Me! If you were my son, I would beat your dog's head." The middle-aged man's face was so popular that he sipped his wine.

The young man was about to speak, but after thinking about it, he still stopped talking.

He originally wanted to say: Why does your son have a dog's head? Isn't a dog's head a dog? How can a dog be a human's son? Is it because my uncle... Thinking of this, he decided not to ask. With his uncle's personality, he would definitely beat him up again.

He didn't understand why his uncle always punished his innocent self with his mistakes? He said the wrong thing and helped him correct it. Shouldn't he be grateful to himself?

"Hey? Look, is the terrain below surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the sea on one side, and a black mud in the middle?" The middle-aged man was drunk, but suddenly he shook his energy and his eyes shone with bright light.

The young man nodded: "That's right, uncle, there is a basin below and a large swamp in the middle!"

"That's it... it's here..." The middle-aged man's voice trembled slightly. At this moment, the setting sun, and the already cold air at high altitude became even colder in an instant. "Let's go down! Remember, you must wear gloves and masks! Be careful! Act when you look at me!"

The young man looked at the middle-aged man wearing a mask and felt nervous: I couldn't see my uncle's eyes clearly in this way!
Chapter completed!