Taoist Master Yiqing mentioned what happened twenty years ago, so I asked, "You said before that this armor was dug out of the mountain, and it was also a lie to us, right?"

"Yes!" Taoist Master Yiqing said frankly: "In fact, this General Jia, a hundred wars, has been secretly enshrined under the Huo Family Ancestral Hall for thousands of years. No matter how we change our surnames, we cannot forget our roots. When every child reaches adulthood, his parents will take them to worship this armor and tell him who our ancestors are."

He paused and continued, "Twenty years ago, the Ba family bullied too much. After several young people got drunk, they raped a girl who had not yet been married in the Gou family. Our Gou family had nowhere to seek justice. My brother was so angry that he put on this invulnerable armor and wanted to fight to the death! Unexpectedly, he defeated more than a dozen Ba family members by himself like a god or a demon. After he came back, he became mentally ill and did not allow anyone to take off his armor."

"So that's it." I sighed, and a moment of anger caused such consequences. The price was so high.

The man in the T-shirt said, "Master Yiqing, after that incident, I have been searching for information about General A of Hundred Battles. This dark object has been too long and has been secretly hidden by your family for thousands of years, so there is very little information about it, and many colleagues don't even know its existence..."

"Don't say these useless things, what did you find?" Taoist Master Yiqing said. Although his tone was still very ruthless, his attitude had obviously eased.

"The source of everything starts with this armor. Huo Qubing accidentally did the least thing he should have done!" The man in T-shirt sighed slightly and said.

At that time, the Huns lived in a harsh environment and wars continued year by year. In addition, they were backward in culture, so the soldiers were injured and could only rely on witch doctors in the tribe to treat them. Most of them could not be saved, or even if they were saved, they could not go to the battlefield. They were just a useless person who needed care for the rest of their lives.

These warriors who could not continue to fight would voluntarily dedicate their souls to the God of War, turn them into heroic spirits to protect the tribe forever, and bless their compatriots to win victory. They would be carried to the statue of the God of War, and after the wizard read a passage of scripture, the wizard cuts his throat and smears the blood on the statue.

This seems to be a kind of barbaric belief today, but in the ancient Western Regions where the living environment is extremely harsh, only the fittest survive and the survival of the fittest can ensure the reproduction of the tribe.

The statue of the god has been painted with the blood of many warriors for hundreds of years, full of the unwillingness and resentment of thousands of warriors before their deaths, as well as the strong desire for victory, gradually gained spirituality.

That is to say, it is a dark thing in itself!

Unexpectedly, the brave Western tribe met Huo Qubing, a rare military genius. This statue of god also fell into his hands and was cast into armor. When it was melted, it was connected to Huo Qubing's life, and instead produced even more powerful power.

This power is competitive!

The General Armor of Hundred Battles is an extremely competitive yin object. It can indeed win every battle, like a possession of gods and demons, but the price is also high. In order to win, it will continuously absorb the essence of its owner. Huo Qubing is only its first victim. Later, it was sealed by the Huo family. Of course, it was extremely unwilling to accept it and constantly absorb the essence of the Huo family, which made the Huo family not prosperous. Unexpectedly, the opportunity was released by coincidence twenty years ago.

Whether it is swearing, gambling, fighting, any form of competition will arouse its competitive spirit. In order to win, it will drive its master to use any means. Twenty years ago, Gou Mingyi's father killed his relatives and absorbed their souls to enhance his strength in order to conquer the magic circle!

After the man in T-shirt said this, I couldn't help but take a breath. Master Yiqing's beard was shaking, and it took him a long time to speak: "Are you saying true?"

The man in T-shirt nodded.

"Then... can't Mingyi save him?" Elder Yiqing burst into tears.

"I can only cut off its roots and then find a way to seal them. I can't think of any other way." The man in the T-shirt shook his head.

"No, Mingyi must not die!" Taoist Yiqing stood up excitedly.

At this time, a quarrel sound came from the ward. We ran in and saw that Gou Mingyi woke up and was throwing something crazy. Taoist Yiqing hugged his head and waved at us hard to ask us to withdraw.

After we left, the movement inside became smaller. Gou Mingyi cried and said, "Wuwuwu, Taoist priest, I want to go home."

"Mingyi is good, let's go home after we have good health." Taoist Yiqing comforted him.

"Husband, you really plan..." Yin Xinyue asked worriedly.

"No, I will definitely not do anything to kill people. It is against my professional ethics." I shook my head.

"There is no other way." said the T-shirt man.

"Although you say that, aren't you actually unable to do it?" I sighed.

The man in T-shirt nodded silently. His sword skills were pure. If he really wanted to kill Gou Mingyi, that sword would not have been cut on his shoulder.

Li Mazi said: "How about this, let's buy a plane ticket and leave Macau quickly. I understand. I can't take action even if I collect this evil object. I can accept the loss business once or twice. If I accumulate some good deeds, I can't accept it if I always do a loss business..."

"It seems like I have lost money to you some time! If you want to leave, you can go!" I said.

Li Mazi smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, I just said casually, am I such a unkind person?"

Yin Xinyue said: "I think if there is nothing we can do about the first day of the lunar calendar, why don't we ask Zen Master Baimei to help?"

"I've asked him a long time ago, and he actually has no better way." The T-shirt man replied.

Li Mazi looked at the watch: "Everyone, it's eleven o'clock, and we can't discuss the results here. Why not go back and rest first and take good care of yourself and think of countermeasures tomorrow."

We all agreed. I wanted to keep someone here, for fear of any change. Unexpectedly, the T-shirt man opposed it. He said that it was meaningless to keep someone. No one could stop Gou Mingyi from going crazy. Moreover, he is in a state of mental state and cannot see outsiders. It is enough for Taoist Master Qing to be alone here.

So we greeted Taoist Yiqing and said we would leave first and come over tomorrow, and leave our mobile phone number by the way, and ask him to call him if he has something to do.

I was so troubled that night. I went back to the hotel and took a shower and fell asleep on the bed. After a while, I heard someone calling my name. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was my grandfather.

Grandpa, wearing a silly costume from Fengdu Ghost City, stood at the head of the bed and waved, "Good grandson, get up, I have something to say to you."

"Grandpa, why are you here?" I was surprised and happy.

"Are you unhappy to see grandpa?"

"Of course I'm happy."

Grandpa sighed and asked Grandpa what troubles he had. He said, "Grandpa is now in a mess and can't help it. Today you are in danger. I originally planned to help, but I couldn't get out of it. So I asked you a helper."

"Help?" After a long time, the Western Regions heroine was summoned by my grandfather.

On the way back, I was thinking that this Western Regions heroine could draw with the transformed General A of the Hundred Battles. If she could find something to stay, she might be able to deal with this tricky evil thing.

I asked my grandfather excitedly: "Who is that heroine? Do you know grandfather?"

"What kind of heroes and female heroes are? She is the White Wolf Princess Gu Tu from the Western Regions!" said grandfather.

(I wish the readers of "The Merchant of the Underworld" a happy wedding and a happy marriage for a hundred years! "The Merchant of the Underworld" thanks everyone for their support, and hopes that everyone will support Lao Jiu and support the authentic version of Mars novels.)
Chapter completed!