Holy Bone

Chapter 1179 Mandrill: Father Jin'an, Mother Yiyun Son
As for how to cross the sacrifice pit for thousands of people, it is not difficult for everyone. What is the most in the underground palace?
It is not the funeral objects of gold, silver and jewelry, but the sunken wooden beams and pillars that have not rotted for thousands of years.

Several people found a few pieces of sunken wood and threw them into the sacrificial pit. Due to their own buoyancy, these sunken woods floated on the disgusting and smelly black mud, allowing Jin An and the others to reach the other side safely one at a time.

"The owner of the tomb who set up this sacrificial pit did not expect that future generations would use such a simple method to cross the pit. It is estimated that even he did not expect that Lishan Mountain, a famous Fengshui mountain, would later become a group of ancient tombs. A layer of Ghost Moth Mountain."

Qi Bo turned his head and looked at the mud pit behind him, and said with emotion.

After passing the sacrificial pit, everyone walked forward with torches in their hands. The blind man and Mr. Bai were in front, Jin'an and Mr. Yiyun were in the middle, and Qi Bo, the mountain guard, and the corpse guard were behind.

Jin An was moved in his heart. Although everyone didn't say it clearly, Jin An could still tell that the elders wanted to take care of the young people by letting the young people walk in the middle.

Although he is a martial arts immortal, firstly, this is an underground palace with a complex environment, and secondly, his strength is not necessarily at its peak because he has resurrected from a dead body.

If these people knew that there were not ten or eight but five or six large-scale mausoleums under Jin An, and that Jin An was not only a martial artist but also a master of both martial arts and martial arts, it must be Jin'an's turn to take care of them.

However, only Mr. Yiyun and Qibo know about this matter, but they haven't made it public. It's not about trust or distrust, but about Jin An's many secrets.

The corridor after passing the sacrificial pit is a bit long. It is easy for people to get bored after walking in the narrow and long underground space for a long time. The team talked while walking to relieve fatigue, and somehow the topic shifted to the mandrill.

"Daoist Jin'an, I think your mandrill looks familiar, like the mandrills raised by the corpse hunters? And even the clothes and hats are somewhat similar." The mountain guard looked at the mandrill in surprise.

Several other elderly people also joined the discussion at this time.

The corpse guard let out a surprise: "Speaking of the clothes, they are quite similar, not to mention very similar, there should be some eighty-nine similarities."

"Old Zhongtou, you are a fucking talent. Listening to what you say is like listening to bullshit." The blind man laughed and cursed.

The corpse guard snorted: "What do you know, you blind man? If I didn't say that, how could you, a blind man who can't see, have any impression? I really kindly fed the white-eyed wolf."

Hahaha, Mr. Bai and the mountain guard couldn't help laughing, their relationship is very deep.

As a junior, Jin An didn't dare to laugh like that. He explained, "I accidentally rescued it on the road. It was driven out by the mandrill group and had nowhere to go, and then followed me."

The blind man was surprised and said: "Old man, if my nose smells right, the mandrills raised by the corpse hunters should be all dead things, right?"

"Daoist Jin'an, you mandrill is a living creature with flesh and blood."

The corpse guard and the mountain guard also nodded in agreement at this time.

Both of them have the profession to deal with the dead. Whether the group of mandrills raised by the corpse exorcist are dead or alive, they have the most right to say, and they will not judge people away.

"Is that so, maybe mine is different, that's why I was kicked out of the group." Jin An said ambiguously.

The mandrill is still under the influence of expelling corpses, so its true identity cannot be revealed at this time, otherwise it will wake up like a dream.

A few people looked around the mandrill, and repeatedly said in amazement, "It's really weird."

"Mr. Bai, the mouse you raised has become a spirit. Why don't you let your mouse try to get something out of the mandrill? Of course, it would be the best if you can get important information about those people."

Instigated by everyone's suggestions, Mr. Bai really let the gray-haired mouse try.

A monkey and a mouse chirped and chatted for a while, and then the gray-haired mouse turned its head and squeaked at Mr. Bai. Everyone was refreshed. The two little guys really had a common language, and they hurriedly asked Mr. Bai what he asked.

Mr. Bai didn't say it right away, but instead had a strange look on his face.

The more mysterious and secretive he is, the more itchy and unbearable everyone is, crawling like ants in their hearts, constantly urging Mr. Bai to stop being a fool.

"Mr. Bai, stop teasing everyone. What did the rat and the monkey say?" the mountain guard yelled anxiously.

Mr. Bai replied: "The mandrill said that Taoist Jin'an saved its life, just like its recreated parents, it is its father..."

"Tsk tsk, it's said that dogs are fed for three years and people are fed for three years and people are fed for three days. This mandrill is very affectionate and righteous, and he knows how to repay his kindness." Everyone sighed, and their goodwill for the mandrill was greatly increased, and then they urged and said What.

Even Mr. Yiyun and Qibo were aroused curiosity, wanting to know what else the mandrill said about Jin'an.

This time, Mr. Bai took a look at Mr. Yiyun who was curious about eating melons, and then said dumbfoundedly: "The mandrill also mentioned Yiyun's niece, saying that she is also very kind to it, yes...cough, said that Daoist Jin'an is its father, Yiyun. Niece Yun is its mother, it has a family and parents, it is not homeless."

Mr. Yiyun's eyes suddenly froze.

Uh……

Everyone looked at Mr. Yiyun strangely, and then at Jin An. They looked at the two with abnormal expressions, as if watching the excitement was not a big deal.

At first, everyone thought the mandrill's words were quite interesting, but when Mr. Bai said the second half of the sentence, everyone stopped jokingly looking at Jin An and Mr. Yiyun, but looked at the mandrill with deep feelings.

home...

Because of his youth and vigor, the blind man has offended too many people despite his high abilities. In the end, he was hunted down by his enemies and ruined his family. In remorse, he crippled his eyes...

The corpse guard also had a catastrophe when he was young, and was kicked out of Zhong's house, wandering all over the world alone, unable to return to his home, unable to meet his parents...

Didn't the mountain guards have the same lonely life, guarding a mountain alone all their lives...

The elders present here all have their own sad past, and they have regretted a few things in their life. When people get old, they are prone to homesickness. Speaking of returning to their roots, even a little animal knows that it is good to have a home. What's more, people?

Hey.

The originally joyful atmosphere of watching the excitement suddenly became dull, and everyone walked with their own concerns in the following journey, and they lacked interest in talking.

After walking for a while in the tunnel of the underground palace, suddenly, the blind man who was walking in the front stopped and reminded in a low voice: "There are people ahead!"

"I smell the dead!"

Ok?
The team stopped silently in tacit understanding. Mr. Bai released the gray-haired mouse to explore the way, and Jin An asked the mandrill to follow and take care of the gray-haired mouse.

Not long after, a mouse and a monkey returned safely, and the gray-haired mouse rode back on the back of the mandrill, raised its head and squeaked at Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai told everyone that the front was safe for the time being, and the team had not gone far, and saw a strange corpse in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)