dragon hunter

Chapter 195
When I got up in the morning, the village was in a mess, and all the outsiders ran towards the back mountain.

The Seventeenth Master had a pot of old wine, a stack of peanuts, and his legs crossed, leisurely.

"What happened, why didn't you go and see?" I asked curiously.

"It's still early, eat something to fill your belly, and it's not too late to go." Seventeenth Master said casually.

Fatty Wang walked out with sleepy eyes staring at him, yawning non-stop as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"It's too noisy, it woke up the fat man." Fatty Wang kept complaining.

I glared at this guy, last night I beat my life to death, but this guy was having a tryst with Duke Zhou's daughter, and he couldn't even wake up.

The photographer, Xiao Ma, and Yin Xian'er have already got up, standing in the yard to wash.

He casually ate something to fill his stomach, and seeing Seventeenth Master standing up, carrying an old snakeskin bag, he greeted, "Let's go, let's go to the theater."

I didn't know what show to watch, so I followed Master Seventeen in a daze, and walked towards the back mountain.

When we passed by, there were already crowds of people, some of them were local villagers, and more were us outsiders.

Among the crowd, there were a few iron cages, but they were covered with a layer of red silk cloth, so it was hard to see what was inside.

I saw Lu Guotao's grandson, standing behind an old man, as cute as a pug.

The other party also saw us, but they glanced at us and didn't speak, but the hatred in their eyes made me see clearly.

The old man in front of him has gray hair, wears a grimace mask, hands behind his back, and looks like a bird.

The Seventeenth Master strolled over, and many people greeted him along the way, and it was obvious that he had a high prestige.

I noticed a detail, behind the bird-haired old man, there was a group of people who didn't pay attention to this side, and didn't show much respect to the Seventeenth Lord.

The Seventeenth Master was carrying a snakeskin bag, like an old farmer in the country, and walked to the front very imposingly. The bird-haired old man looked sideways, snorted coldly, and didn't say a word.

The Seventeenth Lord didn't care about it, and said with a smile: "Old man Sima, you came first, and I will give you the opportunity to visit the mausoleum for the first time."

Old man Sima raised his head arrogantly, didn't answer, and waved his hand. Immediately, several strong men came out from behind, each holding a pangolin in his arms.

Looking at the color of those pangolins, I was startled. This is not an ordinary pangolin, but a ferocious beast that has been bred from a young animal, constantly stimulated by secret methods, and has a constant supply of flesh and blood every day.

There was a big mountain in front, and the terrain was steep. Those strong men walked up to the mountain and put the pangolin on the ground.

The few pangolins rushed to the mountain wall, flying dust, and quickly got into the mountain wall, leaving behind several deep round holes.

The enemy of life and death is on the side. Fatty Wang, who is rarely noisy, stands beside me with a calm face.

I looked around, and gradually saw some ways, the Seventeenth Master and the old man Sima should both belong to the mysterious organization "Faqiu".

The two each have a share of power, but the relationship between the two is definitely not friendly.

After a while, those pangolins jumped out from the top of the stone wall and returned to the strong men.

A few more men walked over carrying wooden boxes. The boxes seemed to be quite heavy, and there were rattling noises inside.

When the box was opened, I saw that there were iron chains made of fine steel inside, and the cold light reflected the sunlight.

Several pangolins each picked up an iron chain and rushed towards the dug cave. The strength of these beasts cultivated by secret methods far surpassed that of the same kind.

A series of iron chains shining with faint light were tied to the mountain wall along the dug cave, which looked very strange.

My heart is full of doubts, I don't know what they want to do, but this is not a place to ask questions, so I can only continue to read with doubts.

Several strong men dragged the other end of the iron chain and walked towards the iron cage behind us. The iron chain rubbed against the stone and made a rattling sound.

I turned around and stared at the iron cages curiously, guessing in my heart what was locked in the cages.

The red silk cloth outside the cage was pulled off, revealing the mysterious thing locked inside.

"What the hell is this?" Fatty Wang finally couldn't help it, and asked in a surprised tone.

I looked at the strange beast that was somewhat similar to a cow in the iron cage, and secretly glanced at old man Sima.

Old man Sima still had that bird feather look, as if the earth was revolving around him, and his head was about to go up to the sky, not cowhide.

Lu Guotao noticed my gaze, made a gesture of cutting his throat, moved his lips, and said something silently, probably not a good thing.

I pointed my middle finger back, and I felt a little emotional. The Sima family is indeed a family that has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and has mastered many secret arts that have been lost.

The strange beast in the iron cage, named Kui Niu, is extremely powerful. In the ancient construction fortifications, it assumed the role of the current construction machinery.

This kind of strange beast was also recorded in the Book of Mountains and Seas, but the Kui Niu in front of him is obviously not the divine beast that can overwhelm mountains and seas, but a monster cultivated by secret methods.

A glint of gloom flashed in my eyes, and I saw the leopard in my eyes. The stronger the Sima family's background, the more unfavorable it is for us.

The iron cage was opened, and the strong men tied the iron chains to the Kui ox, and tied a string of firecrackers to each ox's tail.

The sound of crackling firecrackers sounded, and the frightened Kui Niu rushed forward, and the iron chain was stretched and straightened, and there was a creaking sound.

I looked at the trembling mountain wall and was shocked. This method is similar to directional blasting, and even has more advantages.

Kui Niu mooed and tugged on the iron chain desperately. With a loud "wow", the entire mountain wall collapsed.

Cheers came from all around, and the crowd was a little commotion. I took the opportunity to look at old man Sima, thinking about whether I had a chance to do something.

It's a pity that the guys behind him are very imposing. Seeing that they have at least the strength of a quasi-grandmaster, if they make a rash move, they are courting death.

Kui Niu dragged the boulder bound by iron chains and slowly moved forward. The smoke and dust on the mountain wall gradually dissipated, revealing a huge gap.

"So this is the mountain-moving technique recorded in the Xiangjing." I thought to myself, the Xiangjing was broken and incomplete, only mentioning the mountain-moving technique, but the process was missing.

Those large pieces of rubble were all dragged away bit by bit by Kui Niu, and a corner of the artificial building was exposed inside the gap.

From the old man Sima's side, a group of people rushed out, ran to the gap, and cleared away all the scattered gravel.

I squinted my eyes and saw that the deepest part of the gap revealed the traces of the stone wall, which was obviously a man-made building.

"Seventeen, I'll take a step ahead, I hope I can leave some soup for you." Old man Sima smiled arrogantly, and walked towards the gap with his hands behind his back.

Lu Guotao turned his head to look this way, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and the malicious smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed no matter what.

The Seventeenth Master was very good at nourishing Qi, and stood there smiling, without saying a word.

"Old man, they've already dug up things, so you're not in a hurry?" Fatty Wang couldn't help asking.

"Dig out a few broken rocks, is it worth the excitement? Keep your eyes open, the fun has just begun." Seventeenth Master said with a smile.

I looked at the people gathered on the other side of the gap, and I was very curious, what kind of show was going to start soon.

On the other side of the gap, a group of people were beating and beating, probably prying the stone wall, it was as lively as a festival.

Afterwards, there was a burst of cheers. It is estimated that the stone wall behind was broken through by that group of people.

It's a pity that the cheers lasted less than half a minute, and a scream interrupted the cheers of the group.

The screams seemed to be contagious, and the screams came one after another, ghosts crying and wolves howling, crying father and mother, it was more lively than before.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Fatty Wang stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck and looked over there, his tone filled with uncontrollable excitement.

I squinted and looked over there, the group of people crowded in the gap, pushing and scrambling to escape, many people were trampled on the ground, it was really miserable.

A black torrent surged out, submerging many people in it, and the scene was chaotic like the end of the world.

"Asphalt, how come there are so many boiled asphalt?" My eyes were shocked, the black torrent, billowing thick smoke, and the pungent smell could be smelled from here.

"If it's really Cao Cao's Zhengling Mausoleum, how could it be so easy for you to go in." Seventeenth Master squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, I realized that this was an opportunity, and I scanned the surroundings with my eyes, searching for old man Sima and the others.

After a while, I found the target, hesitated for a moment, and hated to punch the palm of my hand, cursing non-stop in my heart.

Don't look at the old man Sima with his feathered appearance, but in fact, he is a ghost, and they have already avoided it long before the hot asphalt came out.

At this moment, the group of people stood by the woods. Although they had lost their troops, their core strength was intact.

"What's the hurry, you have to be patient when you do anything." The Seventeenth Master turned his face sideways and said something meaningful.

I was taken aback for a moment, but then I was relieved. If the Sima family was so easy to deal with, they would have been wiped out 800 years ago.

After the burnt asphalt cooled and solidified, the mountain wall returned to its original state, but the missing place was blocked by a mass of dark asphalt.

What is even more frightening is that there are countless living people buried in the asphalt.

I even saw an arm, exposed from the solidified asphalt, a lonely hand, looking so desperate, as if trying to grab something, but couldn't grab anything.

Old man Sima glared at this side bitterly, turned his head and left, and several core members around him firmly protected him in the middle.

Lu Guotao drooped his head, like a stray dog, he followed closely behind, and walked away in despair.

"Let's go, let's go back, the fun is over." Seventeenth Master was carrying an old snakeskin bag on his back, walking back like an old farmer in the country.

"That grandson is lucky, shit, he must have stepped on dog shit when he went out, so he was lucky enough to save his life." Fatty Wang was not convinced, and kept mumbling all the way.

I looked at the back of the Seventeenth Master. This old man seems casual, but in fact he is unpredictable. At least I don't know what his plans are.

(End of this chapter)