"Uncle San!"

In the hotel, Wu Xie suddenly sat up.

Drops of sweat fell down Wu Xie's forehead.

Wu Xie looked at the snow outside the window and hesitated a little. Why did such an ominous sign appear?

Just now, Wu Sansheng opened his hand and asked for help from him frantically.

He was wrapped in a group of bloody figures and carried him to the unknown depths.

This bad premonition made Wu Xie feel uncontrollable.

No, I have to report this to the Lord!

Just when Wu Xie was about to contact Xu Ming, Bai Emperor's divine thought first appeared in Wu Xie's mind.

"Wu Xie, is Wu Sansheng here with you?"

Xu Ming's words made Wu Xie confused, but Wu Xie quickly responded, "No, no, Uncle San found a tomb and took people into the water to see the tomb."

Baidi didn't speak.

Wu Xie said again, "Bai, Baidi, I just had a bad dream. I saw Uncle San being carried away by a group of red evil spirits. I couldn't see clearly. Uncle San was reaching out to me.

Ask for help, Baidi, see?"

Baidi replied, "Not only do you feel it, but I also feel it."

Wu Xie was stunned, "Baidi, what do you mean is that Uncle San really encountered an accident?"

Xu Ming did not speak, but said, "This matter may be much more troublesome than we think. I need to make a long-term plan and I will notify you if there is any news."

The consciousness was broken and Baidi's divine thoughts disappeared.

Wu Xie sat there, motionless, and his mentality became increasingly unstable. According to Wu Xie’s understanding of Wu Sansheng, if Uncle San entered the tomb, it would be equivalent to entering the home court. How could something happen to Uncle San?

Even if something really happens, it is possible to escape without any loss!

But why did something happen this time? I even asked a dream to warn you.

This made Wu Xie have a vague premonition of badness.

Could it be that this time is a conspiracy?

Is it a certain force that wants to defeat Uncle San?

Imagine that the two most capable assistants of Uncle San, Mon Oil Bin, went home to visit his relatives, and their whereabouts are unknown now.

Black Glasses and Yang Jinshui, under the command of Emperor Jiajing, were still eating and drinking in the Western Sea.

The only assistant, Hu Bayi, happened to be rebellious.

At this moment, there are almost no masters under Uncle San who can be the one on his own.

But at this time a tomb appeared.

Uncle San’s resistance to the tomb can be said to be negative. In this case, Uncle San’s situation is so weak that it is unimaginable.

Just as Wu Xie was wondering whether to go downstairs to find his third uncle.

The phone rang.

Wu Xie hurriedly picked up his phone, and the unfamiliar number was displayed on it.

Wu Xie turned on his phone, and a noise came from the opposite side.

There is a metal sound of weapons colliding.

The howling of someone being knocked to the ground.

You can still hear the Buddhist chanting.

A violent gasp.

Wu Xie held his cell phone and said coldly, "Who! Talk!"

The man opposite said bluntly, "I am your father!"

Wu Xie felt in a mess at this moment and angrily retorted, "I am still your father! Get out of here!"

After squirting out a sentence, the opposite side seemed to be covered in spray.

Five seconds later, a pleasant sneer came from the opposite side.

"Haha! Old Gou Wu, your son said he is your father! What's going on?"

"From my opinion, I guess you call me dad, I call you brother, everyone will count!"

"Brother, I'm not decent, I'm so embarrassed!"

Wu Xie's hand holding the phone was trembling a little.

The cold wind outside the window whistled and blew across his cheeks. Wu Xie's manic mood calmed down at this moment under the cold wind.

Opposite, OK, it seems that it is really my father.

Wu Xie thought about the scenes when he met his father countless times, and simulated them countless times in his heart.

What about hugging each other and crying, the deep love between father and son.

Or add salt to the wound and be indifferent to each other.

I even considered fighting by force and talking about filial piety under the stick.

But Wu Xie had never thought about this scene, directly confronting his father.

Just when Wu Xie was at a loss with his cell phone, a low roar of May Day lowering his anger came from the opposite side, "Duzi! I'll give you ten minutes to come to the abandoned weather station of the Daxianbei Mountain ten miles away! If it exceeds one minute

, I will break your legs!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone hung up.

Abandoned weather station of the Daxianbei Mountain ten miles away.

Wu Xie knew that before, the Federal Meteorological Administration had been here for a period of time and established a temporary location at the entrance of the northwest foothills of the Daxianbei Mountain, which was also the northwest wind outlet of the Daxianbei Mountain.

The camp site was stationed, and later the Meteorological Department left.

That place was abandoned.

Why are my dad and the others in that place?

Wu Xie didn't think much about it, so he went downstairs to find a snow motorcycle, whistling towards the northwest wind outlet.

At this moment, the wind ridge at the foot of the northwest foot of the Daxianbei Mountains.

In the cold winter, the snow wind roared and the wind intensity was approaching level 10.

And with such powerful wind whistling, at first glance, dozens of poor lamas with half of their bodies fell on the snow.

Three uninvited guests walked towards the temporary stationing point, stepping on snowflakes.

Among the three, one of them was carrying a long-faced Arhat cat on the left, with a gentle smile.

The person in the middle looked cold and his eyes were full of anger.

The man on the right was wearing a Taoist robe, his beard was fluttering leisurely, and his indescribable fairy-like traits.

These three people are none other than Jincang Village, Lingzhou City and Baidi Xu Ming who passed through the mountain movement Taoist Yang Yinui, Wu Yiqiong, the old ninth party, and Zhang Xiaobian, the master of the Jin Dynasty.

And it is definitely not ordinary people who can keep the three of them so prepared.

From the lama monks who were surviving on the ground, it can be seen that the people inside were the monks of the Lama Temple who followed Wu Sansheng all the way to the Snow Mountain Daxianbei Mountain.

The three of them got closer and closer to the weather station, and a Buddha's name came from the weather station, "Amitabha, what kind of hatred do the three donors have with me? Why are they so opposed to me?"

Wu Yiqiong in the middle said, "You shouldn't have come to this weather station!"

The door of the abandoned weather station opened, and behind the broken iron gate, a middle-aged monk with dark skin walked out. The middle-aged monk was more than two meters tall and tall, and like other lamas, he wore a golden Buddhist robes to cover the upper half of his body.

He leaked out his biceps that were as strong as a dragon. His facial features were plain and his eyes were firm, "Is this weather station the donor?"

Wu Yiqiong said, "Is the weather station mine? The thunder tapes in the weather station can prove it!"

The middle-aged monk said, "The donor is full of murderous aura. It seems that it is not for a few tapes! Besides, those tapes, haha, are just the sound of the road. I have heard a lot on the snowy mountain, just want to see them.

What about the Central Plains?"

Yang Yipin beside him said, "Stop talking nonsense, monk, let me ask you, what's wrong with you here? Why did my junior brother's third brother just sent him a dream, he encountered an unexpected accident? Did you do this?

!”

The middle-aged and strong lama monk laughed, "What are we doing? If we want to do it, can Wu Sansheng walk to the Great Xianbei Mountain alive? As for what unexpected happened to Wu Sansheng, I don't know. I send you another sentence,

My Buddha's compassion does not mean that my Buddha is cowardly. If you are more aggressive, don't blame me for taking ruthless actions!"
Chapter completed!