"That's right, we said last time, the corpse-breaking earth immortal crawled out of the bottomless abyss, and instantly triggered a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and the entire Yangtze River was dyed red..."

In a beautiful teahouse in Lin'an City, Storyteller is telling strange stories that have been popular recently.

The storytelling industry was originally considered a national treasure, but nowadays, young people like new things, and national treasures are no longer popular.

So, even though Louwailou is the most inherited and high-end teahouse in Lin'an City, the storyteller had no choice but to give up the past what he said about Yue, Sui and Tang dynasties, and changed his career to tell ghost stories!

There is no way, the young man loves to listen to this now, it’s not so cold to eat!

A young man with fair skin on his face, looking like a young man from a turbid world, was sitting on a elegant seat near the lake in the teahouse, looking at the emerald green Xizi Lake outside the window, listening to the noise of the scholar's rumbling sound in his ears, his beautiful eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan-shaped shape.

"Mr. I'm going back!"

Seeing that the sun was about to set, the middle-aged man sitting opposite the young man spoke.

"Go back? Where to go?"

Wu Xie, a young man known as Xiao Sanye, sighed and asked with a slight self-deprecating look.

Wu Xie is the successor of the fifth sect of the Old Nine Sect. Unlike the four Northern Sects that have completely disappeared, the Old Nine Sect directly surrendered to the new government more than 50 years ago, and forty years ago, he used hundreds of lives to submit a letter of vote, thus becoming an official member.

Originally, for those who defected to Jiumen, the people above have been firmly implementing the principle that they can be used but cannot be used very much, and can trust but cannot be trusted too much, which has made Jiumen always in a state of being half black, not white, half dead.

But later, I didn't know what happened, so the Nine Gates suddenly soared into the sky, completely incomparable to the posture of being a human with a tail between their tails decades ago.

The simplest example is that Wu Xie, as the third generation male of the fifth family, received a street gift when he was adults!

That’s right, the entire street is still the most prosperous area in Lin'an City!

Although there may be some second-generation and third-generation people in the imperial capital that are stronger than Wu Xie, in Lin'an City, his third-person Wu Xie is definitely the brightest boy in the whole city.

But now, this little overlord of Lin'an feels that there is no place for him to live in the world.

Of course, if those hard-working workers who work hard on the front line of food and clothing know that they will definitely want to strangle this little master to death.

Where are you here in Versailles?

"My third master, the third master has his own guitar. There will be no trouble. Don't worry!"

The middle-aged man muttered a lot on his lips before he could put such a sentence.

"Brother Pan, don't comfort me. It's okay if you don't comfort me. When you say that, I always feel something is wrong!"

Wu Xie looked at Pan Zi in front of him speechlessly, feeling even more upset.

He has been following his third uncle Wu San since he was a child. It can be said that in Wu Xie's heart, the third uncle is much more close than his father.

Now, his third uncle has been missing for two months, how can Wu Xie not be anxious?

"Mr. Little Master, it's not a solution for you to be so worried. Besides, Master. This time he went with the boss. There should be nothing in the world that can stump them."

A middle-aged man named Pan Zi said that when he was a master, he had a little more expression on his face, which shows that he admired his master's ability.

"Brother Pan, do you think I can do it if I go to find Uncle San and the others?"

Wu Xie is now in his early twenties. His third uncle, who has been living for more than two months, has not seen anyone but died or corpse, which has caused him to suddenly have the idea of ​​finding someone.

After all, he was trained as an outstanding successor to the next generation of Jiumen. No matter whether it is the Five Elements numerology or the search for the dragon to determine the acupoint, he learned everything from it. Even in terms of skills, seven or eight big men are not his opponents.

If we follow the original world line, the Nine Gate could only survive by relying on the shadow of our ancestors, and many people were eyeing the Nine Gate, so Wu Xie had never learned this knowledge systematically at all. He was all randomly lying around with books and was just calculating.

But now, the Nine Gate has become a huge force and can even reach the Heavenly Ting, so the old Wu family naturally would not regard the fall of the tomb as a shameful business, and even wished that all descendants could learn this ability to shine their families.

Wu Xie went to the tomb with his third uncle when he was fourteen years old. Although he may still be a little lacking compared to Wu Sansheng, looking at the younger generation in the country, no one is more powerful than him!

"Mr. I can't do this. Master. I told you before leaving. I can't let you go no matter what!"

When he heard Wu Xie say this, the strong man named Pan Zi suddenly trembled excitedly and grabbed Wu Xie and said.

As a capable general under Wu Sansheng, Pan Zi, who was at least a few clues about the ancient tomb where Wu Sansheng went to this time, knew that it was definitely a life-and-death danger.

The third generation of the Wu family is the only one who is Wu Xie. Wu Sansheng was afraid that if there was any accident, Wu Xie would be foolish and run to die, so he kept Pan Zi and asked him to take charge of Wu Xie.

It’s just obvious that after more than two months of waiting, Wu Xie’s patience has been exhausted.

As the saying goes, a young man is in vain if he doesn't win two.

Wu Xie knew that Uncle San must be for his own good. At the same time, it would be impossible to solve the situation where Uncle San was unaware of life and death, but he was still ready to go and take a look.

Maybe what if you break it yourself?

When Pan Zi saw his third son looking determined, he knew that he could not persuade him no matter what. He had no choice but to say:

"My third master, with the skills of the third master and the boss, there is no news. Then even if we gather all the old friends, it will be useless."

When Wu Xie nodded in agreement when he heard Pan Zi say this, his uncle Wu Sansheng is already the strongest local master in the Jiangnan area. The master is even the legendary peerless master. He can trap the evil tombs of both of them. When he and Pan Zi run away, they are actually just delivering vegetables.

"Brother Pan, I know you want to advise me not to go, but Uncle San always treats me as his own. Now Uncle San is missing and is likely to be trapped. My nephew is still at home and I can't do such a thing!"

Wu Xie said with a sincere look.

"No, Xiao San, I mean we want to invite people, we must invite experts out of the mountain!"

"A master? Is there anyone in the world who is stronger than my third uncle and the boss?"

Wu Xie was a little puzzled. As far as he knew, the first generation of seniors in the Nine Gates were basically in a state of retirement.

The second generation was led by the boss and his third uncle, and they all turned in.
Chapter completed!