Chapter 177

"Do... dododo... dodododo... dadadada!"

Tan Wenbin held the crank, rotated it rapidly, and started the tractor.

After everyone got on, Tan Wenbin drove the tractor and moved forward along the mountain road.

Behind them was the Miao village that had fallen into deep sleep after the celebration.

Li Zhuiyuan sat in the back carriage, raising his head and looking at the stars all over the sky.

When they were about to reach that lake, Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes, interrupting this tranquility of his.

"Get ready."

Everyone began to check their equipment.

Xue Liangliang, who was sitting in the driver's seat with Tan Wenbin, took over the tractor handle and drove this last leg of the journey.

Arriving at the lakeside.

Li Zhuiyuan held the compass, confirmed the orientation, and selected a position to enter the water and the direction to dive and swim.

Runsheng squatted down and carried the young man on his back, then leaped and jumped into the lake.

Lin Shu You and Yin Meng followed closely behind.

Tan Wenbin took two deep puffs of the cigarette he had just lit, handed it to Xue Liangliang, and then jumped down as well.

Xue Liangliang stood in his original place, finished that half of the cigarette, started the tractor again, and turned the car around.

In the car were some clothes and utensils they had left behind, as well as food and medical supplies; his task was to drive the tractor to a relatively far safe position and wait for them to come ashore and return.

Xue Liangliang knew he didn't have the ability to help on the front line, so there was no need to add to the chaos; he would do his best to do a good job with logistics.

After settling and covering the tractor, Xue Liangliang sat in the back carriage, raised his head, and instead of Xiao Yuan, continued to appreciate the starry sky.

Guizhou has extremely rich cultural and scenic resources; after the matter here is solved and the construction team returns to resume work, their task will be considered completed.

Next, there will be a long period of free time, and they don't have to continue staying at the construction site.

Xue Liangliang took out a small notebook and pen from his pocket; he felt he could make a travel guide for Xiao Yuan and the others, and take them to have a good time.

It's just that as he made this guide, a sense of boredom suddenly rose in his heart.

It wasn't that the mountains of Guizhou weren't beautiful enough, but that the river water of Nantong was more fascinating.

He felt that compared to the rich travel guide he made, Xiao Yuan should prefer to hear him say:

Let's go, back to Nantong.

The lake water at night was very cold.

After entering the water, everyone dived and swam toward the northwest of the lake.

The closer they got to that orientation, the lower the temperature in the water became.

After diving deep, when the light from the waterproof flashlight shone to the bottom of the lake, one could even see a layer of white frost.

And in the middle of the white frost, there was a pitch-black cave entrance, with large patches of black water grass swaying all around.

Runsheng was the first to approach the cave entrance; these black water grasses actively entangled, attempting to bind and drown him.

However, Runsheng's strength was truly too great; he originally preferred being underwater compared to being on shore, and after receiving Qin Shu's teaching and transmission of power, he was even more like a fish in water underwater.

The water grass was continuously broken; the Yellow River shovel in Runsheng's hand was like a sickle, crazily harvesting while also clearing the path for the follow-up of his partners.

Waiting a little, seeing that they had already followed up, Runsheng then swam into the cave.

The water flow in the cave was very chaotic; if ordinary people entered here, they would fear being directly washed away and losing their orientation.

Li Zhuiyuan held Runsheng's neck with his left hand and held the compass with his right hand.

The young man only needed to hook and draw with his fingertips on the back of Runsheng's neck, and Runsheng could immediately understand and adjust the direction.

Swimming and swimming, a black shadow appeared in front.

Li Zhuiyuan shone the flashlight over and discovered that it was rows upon rows of corpses; in the special environment, the corpses were able to be relatively well preserved, but they didn't turn into the appearance of giant views.

There were men and women among the corpses, but judging from their figures, children accounted for more than half.

There were many children who, even after death, still held the hands of the "father" or "mother" beside them.

Old Bian Po's main targets for collection were children; the adults here should have been dragged down together to save their own children.

The flashlight shone downward again, and one could discover that the black shadows below were piled up like a small mountain, but basically, they were all broken.

Those that could float to the top were relatively complete corpses.

There weren't many fresh corpses; judging from their clothing, they were all from years ago.

These were all sacrificial offerings scavenged during Old Bian Po's last "production."

The destructive power of the evil spirit disaster became concrete at this moment.

Li Zhuiyuan put away the compass, closed his eyes, and his right hand slowly moved downward.

【Fengdu Twelve Decrees —— Ten Thousand Ghosts Silent.】

It couldn't be seen in reality, but in the Yin-walking perspective, one could see strands of black patterns continuously emerging from the young man's palm, rippling outward.

Li Zhuiyuan was performing pacification on "them."

This kind of corpse that has been dead for a long time and is also imprisoned in a damp and gloomy place is very easy to corpse-change into a dead-walker after coming into contact with living human breath.

Rather than facing such trouble underwater, it's better to perform artificial pacification on "them" first.

Before seeing the main master, everyone could save a little strength where they could.

With the young man's pacification, the corpses were all very quiet, and everyone swam through "them."

Then, the space completely filled with water ended, and after surfacing, an empty valley appeared, and everyone went ashore.

After a quick rest, they continued forward.

This wasn't an underground palace; it exuded a natural and primitive feel.

Walking and walking, one could see the crystal clarity in the karst cave, especially when the flashlight beam shone over, reflecting a dazzling colorful display.

Tan Wenbin: "What a good place, it's really suitable for tourism development."

Lin Shu You: "But Brother Bin, there are dirty things here."

Tan Wenbin: "We can just clean up the dirty things."

Lin Shu You: "But, don't tourists feel unlucky coming here? After all, so many people have died here."

Tan Wenbin: "Don't those mausoleum scenic spots also have tourists flying high during holidays?"

Lin Shu You: "Makes sense."

The road under their feet became wider and wider as they walked, and a relatively flat area appeared in front.

There were twelve grooves on the platform, and eleven of the grooves were embedded with stone coffins.

The appearance of the stone coffin was exactly the same as the one the noblewoman who was killed at the construction site during the day was lying in.

Li Zhuiyuan suspected at the time that the noblewoman was dug out by Old Bian Po from some ancient tomb nearby; now it seems he guessed wrong, that noblewoman was originally Old Bian Po's "grave goods."

Saintess is originally a professional title under a belief system.

In history, some Saintesses could become a common belief in a large area around them, while some Saintesses might just be revered by the small village where they were located.

Old Bian Po's predecessor should have been a Saintess with a very high status; otherwise, the buried companions wouldn't have been so covered in gold and silver jewelry.

However, among the remaining eleven coffins, nine had already been opened, and the inside was empty.

The two coffins that hadn't been opened were also bound with chains.

Those nine empty coffins should have been cleaned up by that Zhao family Long Wang when he came here.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that the chains binding the coffins had been corroded and had lost their original efficacy.

The young man reached out and pointed at them, and his companions understood; everyone began to approach the two coffins step by step.

When that Long Wang came here, he arrived gracefully, and after finishing the suppression, he left dashingly.

That is the style of a Long Wang.

They were still far from the Long Wang level, and a small team had its own way of operating.

If you are too threatening, then I will avoid you as much as possible, only completing the main task; if you are controllable, then I would rather spend more time to clear these two mines in advance.

To save from encountering unexpected twists and turns when coming out after finishing.

However, just at this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from deep inside, followed by a second, a third...

Tan Wenbin: "Damn it, is it about to give birth?"

Yin Meng: "Didn't the Long Wang's inscription say that she has to do a blood sacrifice when giving birth?"

Lin Shu You: "Yeah, hasn't the mass killing started yet?"

Runsheng: "Premature birth."

Accompanied by the screams, the chains on the two coffins fell off, and the coffin lids were lifted.

Inside, two female corpses stood upright; originally, one couldn't say their skin was like grease, but at least they looked quite fair, and they should have been of noble status in their lifetime, but very quickly, their skin became iron-blue, black Qi lingered at their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, and sticky, foul-smelling liquid seeped out of their bodies.

"Bang!" "Bang."

The two dead-walkers jumped out of the coffins, but they didn't launch an attack, but stood on tiptoe and slid toward the entrance, as if they were protecting the law.

The screams were still continuing.

There were two choices placed in front of Li Zhuiyuan.

One choice was to continue to be steady and steady, build a road when encountering mountains and build a bridge when encountering water, and push forward steadily step by step.

The other choice was to block the obstacles on the road in the most cost-effective way, and rush into the core area, which was the "delivery room," at the fastest speed.

This might be a trap, and at the same time, it might be an opportunity.

However, thinking about it from the other side, the choice could be made more easily.

In history, when Old Bian Po gave birth last time, it had to be solved by the Long Wang himself, and that Zhao family Long Wang personally beheaded the Gu-child.

From this, it can be inferred that the threat of the Gu-child was greater than that of the mother body, Old Bian Po.

Even if this is a trap, it's nothing more than falling into a plan of dividing troops, and the risk is acceptable.

Li Zhuiyuan made up his mind and said:

"Lin Shu You."

"Here!"

"Stop them."

"Understood!"

Lin Shu You first reached out and patted the talisman needle in his mountaineering bag; this was considered giving himself a psychological hint, and at the same time, it was also a clear indication to the boy who was about to descend.

Daytime was just a warm-up; the big work starts now.

Lin Shu You spread his left hand, clenched his right fist, kicked the ground with one leg, the vertical pupils opened, and the White Crane Master Master Tongzi descended!

After descending, the boy didn't say a word, transformed his figure under the three-step praise, approached a dead-walker, grabbed its clothes, and pulled it backward.

At the same time, he extended his right hand, and an invisible vortex appeared in his palm, forcibly pulling the other dead-walker, making it have to follow his pace closely.

Even among the veteran spirit mediums of the Official General lineage, it is rare to see Lord Yin Shen use techniques, which has gradually led to the established perception that the Official General only knows how to engage in close-quarters combat against evil spirits.

In fact, they know how to use spells, but using spells consumes their own power, and they are reluctant.

Now, the boy is willing.

He must still have his own thoughts in his heart, but he has to face reality.

Compared to being ordered around and lectured by this youth, what He found even more unacceptable was that after He had already compromised so much and endured so many grievances, the youth would forcibly replace His spirit medium with a different Yin Shen simply because His performance was inadequate.

On the night of the third day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Shu You didn't sleep at night and went to touch the scene of the two generals' statues, which had deeply stimulated the boy.

The boy exerted his power forcibly as soon as he came up, pulling the two dead-walkers apart and opening the way.

Li Zhuiyuan climbed onto Runsheng's back again, waved his hand, and the rest of them rushed inside.

Those two dead-walkers were at the same level as the noblewoman during the day; their strength wasn't outrageous, but they were relatively difficult to kill; at this moment, it wasn't worth consuming too much time on them.

After rushing out of the platform, it was a sticky pool of blood.

It wasn't water in the pool, but foul-smelling fresh blood.

When everyone arrived here, a huge black hard shell emerged from inside; this should be a bug.

But this bug was already dead; there was a huge depression on its carapace, which should have been forcibly smashed and directly suppressed.

It's just that, although the dead bug couldn't be resurrected, it had become a new breeding carrier.

From its body, small bugs continuously crawled out, some even fluttered their wings and began to dance.

"Yin Meng."

"Understood!"

Yin Meng pulled out her demon-driving whip; the whip had broken in the battle during the day, but after re-tying it, it wasn't that it couldn't be used; besides, her whip now looked more and more like a carrier for releasing poison.

She wasn't like Runsheng, having that kind of powerful brute force; if she had it, she wouldn't use a whip instead, using a shovel would be more suitable.

The demon-driving whip vibrated, and the poisonous mist dissipated.

Gu-bugs are poisonous, but it was very clear that they were even more wary of Yin Meng's poison, because Yin Meng was also very wary of her own poison.

After the road was cleared, Runsheng carried Li Zhuiyuan and jumped onto that bug shell, then jumped to the other side of the blood pool.

A cave appeared in front, and a weird pattern was carved on the cave, which should be the totem of the village where Old Bian Po once lived.

Tan Wenbin did a double jump and also followed over; Yin Meng was the last one to come over.

"Whoosh, whoosh... whoosh, whoosh..."

Just at this moment, above the cave entrance, dense bugs also appeared, like a black waterfall pouring down.

The bugs at the blood pool, after the poisonous mist dissipated, also approached again.

Yin Meng knew what Xiao Yuan Ge's purpose was; having finally encountered a professional counterpart, she had to seize this opportunity to perform.

Only to see her pull open the zipper of her mountaineering bag, inside were various small bottles filled to the brim.

Some bottles had labels on them, and some had no markings at all.

Tan Wenbin felt a toothache; before setting off, he had seen Yin Meng preparing poison with his own eyes.

Those bottles without markings weren't because Yin Meng could recognize them by looking at the color and form so she didn't need to label them, but because Yin Meng had forgotten what poison they were after preparing halfway...

In fact, everyone in the team was clear that Yin Meng's use of poison techniques was a bit unreliable.

But no one went to persuade her to change it, even Li Zhuiyuan defaulted to this.

Because an Yin Meng who had been corrected step-by-step was just a poison master with an ordinary level, while an Yin Meng who followed her original habits and messed around a bit had a high level of fluctuation and a high upper limit.

"Xiao Yuan Ge, four-nine orientation!"

This was a term when setting up the formation, which was the "multiplication table" the young man created for them.

Runsheng nodded hard, and Tan Wenbin began to chant in his mouth.

Immediately, Yin Meng began.

She first tossed out a bottle, then whipped it with her leather whip in the air; the bottle shattered, and the poison hidden in the whip and the poison in the bottle produced an unknown reaction, directly exploding.

First, a green mass exploded, and all the Gu-bugs nearby avoided it.

Runsheng carried Li Zhuiyuan, followed by Tan Wenbin, and everyone began to run at the same time, taking a curve.

Every time they turned, it meant a bottle of poison shattered in the area in front of them, and poisonous mist dissipated.

While clearing the way by driving away Gu-bugs, it also avoided hurting teammates as much as possible.

Runsheng ran very seriously, and Tan Wenbin recited the formula loudly while running.

The Gu-bugs were very afraid, and the teammates were even more afraid, because a slip of Yin Meng's hand could lead to their own side being poisoned.

Finally, the big group finally broke through the obstruction of the Gu-bugs and ran into the cave.

And Yin Meng, because she was clearing the way for everyone, stayed behind.

Looking at the backs of her companions leaving, Yin Meng smiled.

With herself as the center, the leather whip whipped continuously, and the poisonous mist dissipated, temporarily creating a safe isolation zone for herself.

She couldn't get out, and the Gu-bugs outside didn't dare to rush in for the time being.

She didn't feel abandoned; instead, she quite enjoyed this feeling of paying and sacrificing for the team.

In fact, several times in her dreams, she had fantasized about this scene:

She stood there and said:

"You go first, I'll cover the rear!"

Then the camera first gave her a front close-up, then the camera pulled back, giving her a tragic back view.

It's a pity that there had been no such opportunity in the past, and even less an environment to create this opportunity; she couldn't get this sense of achievement.

Last time Xiao Yuan Ge said that because of her, it involved the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and she had made a great contribution.

But the problem is, she didn't remember anything, and Xiao Yuan Ge and everyone didn't remember either; this kind of great contribution couldn't even be recalled!

This time is not bad; there is finally an opportunity to perform.

Yin Meng patted her bulging mountaineering bag; the poison bottles she brought this time were very sufficient, and she wasn't panicked in her heart.

However, looking at the dense Gu-bugs outside the poisonous mist, a thought suddenly rose in her mind:

Should she catch a Gu-bug to study it?

She knew that her master, Liu Yi, was best at Gu techniques.

But that kind of Gu technique was born from the Feng Shui Gu-raising method, raising Feng Shui zoomorphic Gu, and it wasn't the same path as Miao frontier Gu.

It wasn't that Liu Yi hadn't taught Yin Meng how to raise Gu-bugs, but Yin Meng only learned to walk Yin when she was in Zhangjiajie, and now it was also very difficult to walk Yin, and her understanding of Feng Shui methods was also very shallow...

Therefore, Liu Yi taught her several times and found her a few larvae to cultivate, but she raised the bugs to death.

The bugs of the Feng Shui Gu method were too delicate; Yin Meng felt that Miao frontier Gu-bugs had high resistance, maybe she could find bugs suitable for her to cultivate?

Yin Meng looked around; there were already quite a few Gu-bugs that had been poisoned to death by her on the ground around her.

Gu-bugs are raised, so aren't the bugs suitable for her the ones poisoned by her?

As long as they could withstand several rounds of her toxins without being poisoned to death, wouldn't they be naturally compatible with her?

However, she didn't know how long she would have to hold out here; maybe when Xiao Yuan Ge and the others returned, she would have to clear the way for them again, so the poison in the bag had to be planned.

Forget it, after this matter is solved, she would just come down again to gather these Gu-bugs, hmm, let Runsheng bring her down secretly.

The three people who left the bug pool area continued to move forward along the cave.

Tan Wenbin's back, which had already been wet once from diving, was wet again.

"Sigh, should have let Mengmeng prepare some antidote or something; don't TV shows all act like that? Swallow the antidote in advance, and you won't be afraid of these poisons."

Runsheng: "You go try if the antidote is effective?"

"Forget it, treat it as if I just let out a fart."

At first, the cave was relatively normal, but the further they went, murals appeared in the cave, very rough and primitive murals, all painted with fresh blood, depicting various monsters and curses.

From the middle of the top, there was a very thick gully, extending all the way, which should have been forcibly broken by someone with a sharp weapon.

It's just that the biggest characteristic of evil things is that as long as you give them time, they can rise from the ashes; even if they can't recover to a complete level, they can still bring you trouble.

Laughter, cursing, and the roaring of wild beasts continuously entered everyone's ears.

The things on the murals gradually changed from static to dynamic, as if they had come alive.

They were originally resentment sealed here, used as reverse door gods.

Encountering such a situation in the past, Li Zhuiyuan would choose to stop, set up a formation first, and then use the formation momentum to open up and suppress it bit by bit, isolating its influence.

But now, it couldn't be done this way.

Tan Wenbin reached out and patted his shoulders, cursing: "What are you two laughing at?"

Outside was lively, and the two resentment infants also began to join in the fun, just like children seeing a group of children playing, so they wanted to join in and play together.

Just after finishing the curse, Tan Wenbin was stunned, and immediately, he saw the gaze of Xiao Yuan Ge looking at him from Runsheng's back.

Tan Wenbin immediately patted his shoulders again: "Children, quick, jump lively, call those little friends and little animals over to play with you!"

After following Tan Wenbin, although the two resentment infants had been cast with ghost-controlling techniques by Tan Wenbin, looking at the overall situation, it was also more replenishment than loss, and they were already much more solid than the resentment spirits when their mother entrusted them back then.

The murals here had been destroyed by people, and those still remaining here had long been severely damaged; that is to say, they were numerous, but in terms of quality, they were far inferior to Tan Wenbin's two adopted sons.

Under Tan Wenbin's agitation, the two resentment infants began to "call friends and companions."

High quality is like the big children in a group of children, naturally mastering the right to speak.

Gradually, the noise in Li Zhuiyuan and Runsheng's ears became smaller, and their vision returned to normal.

Tan Wenbin kept retreating, and while retreating, he hooked his fingers: "Come, all come over, Uncle will tell you a story, tell the story of Snow Prince and the Seven Little Red Caps."

"Go."

"Hmm."

Runsheng began to run; without obstruction and interference, he quickly rushed out a long distance; on the rock walls around, there were no more murals.

Runsheng: "Everyone is different from before."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Everyone is growing."

Li Zhuiyuan had always been very clear about the rational paper data; in fact, their development plans were all formulated by Li Zhuiyuan.

But until the real thing happened and they could stand on their own one by one, Li Zhuiyuan would also feel a sense of strangeness in his heart.

Perhaps, this is walking the river.

While wave after wave is slapping over, everyone is also constantly becoming stronger in this wave after wave; everything is proceeding in a silent and moistening way.

Runsheng: "Xiao Yuan, since he has been here, why didn't he clean it up thoroughly?"

This was a question Runsheng wanted to ask but kept in his heart.

Since that Zhao family Long Wang had been here, why didn't he clean up the corners and nooks, and instead added difficulty for future generations.

Li Zhuiyuan: "This can't blame him; from his perspective at that time, he cleaned it up thoroughly."

Twelve companion coffins, he cleaned up nine, and put seals on the remaining three.

The biggest Gu-bug in the bug pool, he killed it.

The resentment curse on the murals, he forcibly broke a gully.

Ordinary people also come once a year for a thorough cleaning before the New Year; that cleaning of his was at least effective for over a hundred years; it really can't be said that he didn't do enough.

But even for a Long Wang, he can only manage his own generation.

On the inscription, he himself also wrote: "Time is long, human power is limited."

Sometimes, it's not that that generation of people didn't want to finish things thoroughly; believing in the wisdom of future generations is actually also a kind of helplessness.

That shrill scream became more and more urgent, as if it was about to reach the point of delivery.

This means that the time for them and others is really running out.

But the moment Runsheng was about to step out of the cave, a huge tail swept over.

Runsheng retreated in a hurry; under the loud noise of "rumbling," the tail swept past, and falling stones rolled.

That thing looked like a snake, but had four legs.

It is very common in rural places and is called "four-legged snake" or "snake aunt," but it is not a snake, but a kind of lizard.

It's just that the size of this thing in front of them was a bit exaggeratedly large.

Fortunately, it had no head.

Its head was placed in another corner, very large, and was already white bone.

But on its smooth neck, a black meat tumor grew; the meat tumor wriggled, looking like both a nose and an eye.

The screams were right in front; it should be the last obstacle to enter the "delivery room."

Runsheng was clear that it was his turn.

"Xiao Yuan."

"Hmm."

Runsheng accelerated, leaped out of the cave, and avoided the tail sweep of that thing again.

In mid-air, Runsheng raised his hand, Li Zhuiyuan reached out to hold it, and while detaching from Runsheng's back, Runsheng turned around and threw the young man out.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't practice martial arts, but the long-term unremitting polishing of basic skills had already made his physical fitness no longer as simple as it looked.

The one who felt this most deeply was Runsheng; every time the young man got on his back after a period of time, he could detect the changes in the young man's strength and balance.

If Xiao Yuan were still the Xiao Yuan when they first met, he wouldn't dare to throw him like this; he would have thrown him to death.

When Li Zhuiyuan was in mid-air, he had already chosen his landing posture; the moment he landed, he gave himself a lateral force, and then the whole person rolled out continuously.

When he stood up, that headless "snake aunt" wanted to rush over to block, but was hit in one leg by Runsheng's shovel, forcibly preventing it.

The two had a simple exchange of glances; Li Zhuiyuan nodded to Runsheng, and Runsheng also nodded in response.

If all the Qi gates were opened, Runsheng had a probability of directly killing this headless big guy, but there was no need for the time being.

Being so close, whether to open or not was a matter of the young man's greeting.

Like Tan Wenbin's ghost-controlling technique, when Li Zhuiyuan was present, the permission to use the secret techniques of Runsheng and Tan Wenbin naturally fell into the young man's hands.

In front were three water curtains; after passing through the water curtains, Li Zhuiyuan saw the real Zhao Jun Temple.

Compared to the one on the mountain outside, the one in front of him could only be said to be more extensive.

It could be seen that this was taking materials on the spot and carving temporarily.

In some places, obvious cutting marks still remained.

There was a stone plaque on top, writing: Zhao Family Sealing Suppression.

Below were two stone tablets, one big and one small; a boy was embedded in the small tablet, already a withered bone; this was forcibly beaten into the stone tablet.

There was a depression in the big stone tablet, vaguely seeing a human figure, but the middle was empty.

Zhao Wuyang should have wanted to refine Old Bian Po and her Gu-child into stone specimens together back then.

But it's a pity, he killed the Gu-child and suppressed it to death, but he didn't succeed in killing Old Bian Po.

Finally, he could only choose to build a temple and set up a formation here, seeking to grind Old Bian Po to death here by borrowing the power of time and the formation.

It's just that the formation "extinguished" first, and Old Bian Po was able to survive, and even escaped.

From the remaining traces, Li Zhuiyuan could reverse-deduce some formation details.

He had seen too many strange formations and had opened up his vision.

Yu Yu Xuzi's formation insights deepened his formation details; Wei Zhengdao's guidance in his dreams improved his aesthetic of formations.

This Great Sealing Suppression Formation of the Zhao family Long Wang was a bit rough.

In all likelihood, the Zhao family Long Wang wasn't good at formation paths.

This isn't a strange thing; human lifespan is limited, and in a short period of energy, it's hard for anyone to learn all paths.

The Zhao family Long Wang should have walked the path of breaking everything with force; ever since entering here, the traces he left behind were all proving this point.

But even for a top talent like a Long Wang, in the end, he also needed family assistance.

It's just that the Jiujiang Zhao family should have been very difficult to provide such assistance, but this also proved from the side the difficulty and hardship of his rise.

If this Jianghu were always monopolized by Long Wang families, it would also be quite boring.

Continuing to walk inside, the top was full of crystal cones, and there were also some fallen fragments on the ground.

When stepping on them, one could easily crush them.

This powder texture was exactly the same as when those fake people were smashed.

Thinking about it, the raw materials for that kind of miraculous mirror technique couldn't be separated from this.

And to maintain its continued output, the environment here couldn't change, so Old Bian Po had to prevent the construction of that hydroelectric station even more.

"Ah!!!"

This was the shrillest and sharpest scream so far.

After this sound passed, only short gasps remained.

Li Zhuiyuan walked forward quickly; an altar appeared in front, and there were many broken iron chains on the altar, and a disheveled woman was lying there.

"Hehehehe... hehehehe..."

The woman emitted laughter; she raised her head, sat up, and looked down at Li Zhuiyuan from the altar.

Her left eye emitted a fierce luster, while her right eye was like gentle lake water.

When their gazes met, Li Zhuiyuan first closed his eyes, then opened them, interrupting the mental charm she was casting on him.

On the woman's face, a satisfied expression appeared once again.

She reached out and gently stroked her belly; her belly was flat.

Li Zhuiyuan was puzzled: is this finished giving birth?

However, the woman's next move let the young man know he had thought wrong.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"

The woman began to pat her belly hard; her flat and normal abdomen quickly bulged and gradually became transparent; inside, there was a child who shouldn't have existed in the mother body at this time.

The angle Li Zhuiyuan was standing at could only see the child's back.

But judging from his back, he feared he was five years old.

"Master Tongzi, you are right; just as you said, as long as I keep emitting screams similar to production, he will rush over impatiently; look, everything is as you expected.

Truly my good child, not even born yet, and so smart, knowing how to calculate people."

After the woman finished speaking to her belly, she specifically raised her head to look at Li Zhuiyuan and asked:

"You say, is that right?"

Li Zhuiyuan's right hand clenched slightly, the karmic fire had already ignited in his palm, and his left hand flipped down, and the copper coin sword fell into his hand.

Whether it's right or not, it doesn't matter; compared to the gains, this bit of risk is worth taking.

There was still a rumbling sound coming from behind; it was Runsheng and that "snake aunt" fighting.

He only needed to give a greeting, and Runsheng would open all the Qi gates.

This also meant that Li Zhuiyuan's current situation actually wasn't that bad.

It's just this woman... this is your lair, why would you feel that letting people enter your lair directly is you taking advantage?

The woman stood up, opened her mouth, and a sharp whistle was emitted from her mouth; the crystals around began to tremble.

She walked down the steps; her limbs began to rotate irregularly, emitting a "creaking" sound, like broken parts beginning to reintegrate.

Her aura also became stronger and stronger, and the resentment condensed around her became richer and richer.

The strength of an evil spirit can be seen from its momentum.

Old Bian Po's predecessor was a Miao Saintess; this kind of evil spirit transformed from a Xuanmen person is the most difficult type to deal with.

But just at this moment, a "thump, thump, thump" sound came from Old Bian Po's belly.

"Ah!!!"

She emitted a scream; the resentment that had condensed over was shaken as a result, not only was the condensation process interrupted, but it even gradually dispersed.

Old Bian Po sat on the steps; she covered her belly with a painful expression.

"Master Tongzi, wait a little longer, wait a little longer; wait for Mother to kill him and his people, and when Mother frees up her hands, I will give birth to you properly."

It's just that the soft words didn't get an equivalent response from the belly.

The "thump, thump, thump" sound instead became louder than before.

"Ah!!!"

Old Bian Po's scream was emitted again.

At this moment, it was Li Zhuiyuan who couldn't judge accurately; was his choice wrong or right?

A moment ago, he clearly knew it was wrong, and this moment it seemed to have become a bit right.

Old Bian Po really, as Runsheng said... gave birth prematurely.

"Master Tongzi, listen to Mother, wait a little longer; Mother has to prepare blood sacrifice for your birth; only then can you be powerful from the moment you are born, like your brother back then!

Your brother was very powerful when he was born; if it weren't for protecting Mother, your brother wouldn't have been beheaded by that Long Wang; he sacrificed himself to save Mother's life!

You wait a little longer, don't rush, don't rush..."

Responding to her was a shrill "rip!"

Her belly was cut open from the inside.

"Master Tongzi, what are you doing, what are you doing, stop, you stop, stop for me!"

"Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle..."

The extent of the belly tearing was still intensifying.

"Master Tongzi, you stop quickly, stop quickly, wait for Mother to prepare blood... blood..."

Old Bian Po's limbs began to become withered; her originally disheveled hair gradually appeared white-gray, as if she had suddenly aged many years.

Without preparing blood sacrifice, then use the mother body as blood food.

Li Zhuiyuan suddenly realized that the "Mother-Master Tongzi Heart-Linked Gu" recorded in Wei Zhengdao's book had an error in Old Bian Po's case.

Old Bian Po didn't want to give birth to a second herself; she really wanted to give birth to a child of her own!

Strong self-interest motivation and ambition would make Xuanmen people walk into a crooked path; no matter how high-sounding the words in their mouths were, they were all for themselves, and Old Bian Po caused such a big disturbance... actually just to give birth to a child she considered perfect?

What kind of terrible paranoia is this, and to what extent has the word "motherly love" been distorted and polluted?

At the same time, this also explains why Zhao Wuyang dealt with the Gu-child and Old Bian Po as two people back then; logically speaking, when the Gu-child was born, Old Bian Po should have died, and she would be reborn in the Gu-child.

Her first child sacrificed himself to save her when a crisis came, and because of this, it deepened her obsession to give birth to a perfect child again.

It's just that this time, an accident seemed to have happened.

This second child didn't seem to want to listen to his mother.

Li Zhuiyuan frowned slightly; what kind of monster is this that Old Bian Po is carrying now?

Old Bian Po was very flustered; her figure was getting older and older, and her vitality was continuously pouring into her abdomen; if this continued, she would die, she would die!

Several times, she raised her hand, trying to reach into her abdomen, attempting to strangle her child, but in the end, she withdrew her hand; she couldn't bear it.

She felt that this second child of hers was more perfect than the first one and would definitely make her feel satisfied; she couldn't bear to destroy the crystallization she had painstakingly managed.

"Crack!"

The belly was completely broken.

A child stood up from inside.

When he was in the belly earlier, he was only five years old; now he was "born," and judging from his back, he had a figure close to eight years old.

And the price of growing up was the crazy plundering of the mother body.

Old Bian Po lay on the ground, incomparably weak, but she wasn't dead yet; the remaining bit of vitality could support her to continue to linger on.

She had struggled to survive once under the Long Wang's offensive and suppression; this time, she could also endure it.

She smiled, looked at the child standing in front of her, and raised her hand with difficulty, wanting to touch his face.

But that child reached out and slapped away the intimate touch from "Mother."

He raised his foot and stepped on his mother's neck.

"Crack!" A breaking sound came.

Immediately afterward, he bent down, reached out, and just hearing a continuous pulling friction, finally with a "pa" sound, he pulled Old Bian Po's head away from her body.

Then, like throwing away a piece of trash, he threw it away casually.

Old Bian Po's head, like a ball, rolled very far on the altar; after it stopped, the frozen expression was disbelief.

No one could have imagined that this folk legend figure who was used countless times by parents to scare children into being obedient would die in this way...

What the Long Wang couldn't finish back then was done by this newborn child.

"Hehe..."

The child emitted laughter.

He turned around and faced Li Zhuiyuan below.

This was Li Zhuiyuan's first time seeing the child's front, seeing the child's true face.

At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan had a feeling like when he was eight years old looking in the mirror.

Even if he ignored this age gap of a few years, he was almost carved out of the same mold as himself.

At this time, the boy put his right hand into his mouth and sucked, revealing a shy smile, and called out to Li Zhuiyuan with a childish voice:

"Brother, look, I helped you kill her."

Just coming out of the mother's womb, sticky liquid continuously slid down from the boy's head; he walked forward a few steps, stepped on Old Bian Po's corpse, and emitted a "squelch, squelch" sound.

It seemed that seeing Li Zhuiyuan didn't react, three parts of confusion, three parts of grievance, three parts of panic, and that most important one part of expectation appeared on the boy's face.

Li Zhuiyuan could see a pie chart on the boy's face.

Because he used to be accustomed to performing precisely like this.

The boy opened his mouth again and asked:

"Brother, do you not like me?"

Li Zhuiyuan took a deep breath; at this moment, deep in his heart, a strong sense of rejection rose.

Because of A Li and his own efforts, the illness that had been suppressed and hadn't reappeared for a long time now had a trend of recurrence.

Li Zhuiyuan said in a deep voice:

"You make me feel disgusted."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 178 =====