Chapter 110

Li Miao, Yin Yin Minjun, and Yong Jie were the last three to jump into the cave, using the stone walls to borrow force, and after sliding down eighty zhang, they saw a pool of water below.

Those with poor Qing Gong could not react and fell into the water. Even with the protection of Zhou Tian true energy, they couldn't help but shiver.

"This water! Why is it so cold!"

Li Miao struck out with his palms in mid-air, hitting Yin Yin Minjun and Yong Jie, sending the two of them lightly flying onto the shore, and he himself followed by borrowing force to fly to the bank.

Lao Qifeng was standing on the bank, looking into the distance, with mist steaming off his body. The Beggar Gang's "Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms" is extremely Yang and rigid; he was using this pure Yang true energy to steam his clothes dry.

"Hero Li, we've gotten into big trouble."

He said without turning his head.

After the previous events, among the people present, he and Li Miao were implicitly the leaders, so he just talked to Li Miao on his own.

Li Miao walked to his side, looked out, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Whoa, quite a scene."

They saw that the crowd was located at the edge of a stone platform, with stalactites hanging from above, dripping water from time to time; it must have been the accumulation of this pool over a long period. Below this stone platform was a karst cave extending into the darkness, with no end in sight.

And in this karst cave, countless coffins were densely placed.

Cave burial, the Miao people call it "Ba Dong She."

It refers to the custom where, after a person dies, they are not buried in the ground, but placed in a coffin and carried by the young and strong into a cave for burial. Looking at the number and style of these coffins, it's likely the ancestral graves of the twelve Miao clans.

After a cave burial, living people are not allowed to enter. Let alone outsiders like them.

If discovered by the Miao people, these people would have made mortal enemies of all the Miao people. By then, what they would have to guard against wouldn't be swords and blades, but the strange, eerie, and pervasive witchcraft and Gu.

But Li Miao laughed softly.

"Gang Leader Lao, if the Miao people don't come to trouble us, we'll have to go and trouble them, won't we?"

Lao Qifeng sighed softly; he was also an old Ordinary Jianghu hand, and naturally, he already had his guesses in his heart.

"That's true."

"The art of witchcraft and Gu is passed down from generation to generation by the Miao people; others can't learn it even if they want to."

"The Miao King Tomb, the news of the Wedding Dress Divine Art, the inside agents who kill and plant Gu... greed for a moment led to being schemed against. If we can keep our lives, naturally we have to repay them."

Speaking of this, Lao Qifeng turned his head to look at Li Miao.

"Let's explore forward first. Since they could put the coffins in, there must be an exit."

"That's fine," Li Miao replied.

After those who fell into the pool got ashore and steamed their clothes dry, the crowd left the stone platform together and walked forward along the walls of the karst cave.

Naturally, they would pass by those densely placed coffins.

The crowd had seen the danger of witchcraft and Gu with their own eyes above, and had seen the "Pupa Girl" corpse containing Gu insects; at this moment, their hearts were still not at ease, and when passing by these coffins, they all carefully skirted around them, fearing that something might suddenly pop out from inside.

Fortunately, these coffins seemed to be just ordinary coffins; the crowd walked halfway through, and nothing happened.

In the vast karst cave, only the sound of the crowd's footsteps and the dripping of water from the stalactites echoed continuously.

Lao Qifeng, walking at the very front, could already faintly hear the sound of water coming from ahead.

Where there is flowing water, there is a way out.

Just as the crowd's tense hearts were gradually relaxing.

Snap.

A soft sound.

Lao Qifeng turned his head abruptly, only to see the lone swordsman Yuan Yu'ang, who had been surrounded by the crowd above, now pale-faced, gripping his sword hilt.

He had just walked through a brush with death and knew that there was only a way out for now, so he had put the matter aside for a moment. If something else happened later, the crowd would bring up the old matter again and count it against him.

Worried and distracted, while passing by a coffin, his sword scabbard bumped into it.

And that coffin, not knowing how long it had been stored in this karst cave, had long since rotted. With just a light touch, a hole actually appeared immediately.

He reflexively wanted to dodge, but saw Lao Qifeng raise his hand abruptly, making a gesture to stop.

Lao Qifeng had jumped into the cave first, already implicitly establishing his prestige.

Seeing his action, Yuan Yu'ang stopped his movement abruptly, standing still, only cold sweat streaming down his face.

Just at this moment, a faint sound came from the opened coffin.

Click, click.

From that coffin, breaking through the lid, a pitch-black arm stretched out.

"Fuck!"

"Is this still the Great Ming!"

"Yuan Yu'ang! Your mother!"

The crowd cursed secretly in their hearts, not daring to make a sound, their feet moving slowly away from that coffin.

Ordinary Jianghu people have all seen the world, and everyone present was a leader among them; even if swords and blades were slashed onto their bodies, they wouldn't blink an eye.

But who the fuck has seen a ghost!

The coffin is already rotten; logically, the corpse inside should have had its bones turned to mush, so how could it still stretch out a hand!

There are hundreds of coffins here; if they were all this stuff and jumped out together, we might as well just commit suicide!

Just as the crowd was sweating profusely, their hearts pounding, waiting to flee with Qing Gong at the first sign of trouble.

Li Miao walked over with big strides.

"Hero Li!" Lao Qifeng shouted softly.

Li Miao waved his hand behind him without speaking.

He walked to the side of that arm, examined it for a moment, and actually reached out and grabbed that arm directly!

"Holy shit!" The crowd was shocked.

Li Miao didn't even seem to exert force; he just gave it a light grip, and that arm actually broke directly, leaving a palm and half a forearm in Li Miao's hand.

That palm was still slowly grasping and stretching, and the wrist was even still shaking.

A few people felt like vomiting, but Li Miao wasn't shaken at all; instead, after examining it up and down, he threw the arm on the ground casually.

Boom!

He reached directly into the coffin, fumbled around, and pulled up abruptly!

He actually grabbed a pitch-black, emaciated, skin-and-bones corpse directly out! It was slowly struggling in his hand!

"!!!"

At this, even Lao Qifeng cursed in his heart.

Li Miao didn't care about their reaction, but looked seriously at the corpse that seemed to be still alive, examining it up and down.

Then, joining his palms like a knife, he cut open the corpse's chest and abdomen directly.

Whoosh~

From that cavity, a pile of insects fell out like flowing water, struggled a few times, and then stopped moving.

Li Miao squatted down, picked one up, examined it for a moment, and threw it on the ground.

He didn't speak, but twisted his fingers, thinking secretly.

"The Gu insects in this corpse... are they the same kind as the Ming Sect's Gu-soldiers?"

"The degree of decay of these coffins suggests they've been here for a hundred years or so. The Ming Sect creating these Gu-soldiers shouldn't that be something from fifteen years ago, after the Ming Sect suffered heavy losses?"

"Ji Tianrui, according to Yun Zelin's account, is most likely still alive... what exactly is his relationship with the twelve Miao clans?"

"Ji... this surname is very rare; where did he pop out from?"

(End of chapter)