dragon hunter

Chapter 197 The Mystery of the Waterfall
The Luoyang shovel that passed through the wall had a very tricky angle, and the timing was so clever that I almost died.

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of the Yin soldiers, and those figures in armor and holding spears formed an array to surround here.

My mouth was bitter, and a trace of regret rose in my heart. I thought that the environment in the house was complicated, and I could deal with the other party.

I didn't know that I met a master, just with a Luoyang shovel, I was in danger.

"It must be the masked one in the middle." My heart felt like a bowstring was tense, the other party gave me the feeling that it was very dangerous, maybe there was another trick.

I hurriedly scanned the house, looking for a place to hide. The wooden door at the back was blocked by the Yin soldiers, and I couldn't get through at all. There was only a side room next to it, where I could temporarily hide.

The sound of iron chains came from the window, and a warning signal rose in my heart. I quickly turned around and saw a cold iron claw with thin iron chains flying towards me.

I raised my arm, intending to use the Gouyu sword to block the flying iron claw, but the iron claw seemed to have eyes, and it made a bend, and grabbed my shoulder.

A figure wearing a mask stood by the window, holding the other end of the iron chain, and stared at this side coldly.

I retreated violently, and there was a strange sound from the wall beside me, and the rapidly spinning Luoyang shovel came out again and stabbed at my waist.

My back was completely soaked in cold sweat, and the other party cooperated perfectly, almost killing my every move.

The situation was extremely critical. If Luoyang shoveled the edge, there would be a big hole in his body immediately.

Helpless, I kicked on the wall and rolled towards the middle of the room in embarrassment. The Yin soldiers immediately surrounded me, raised the bronze spear in my hand, and prepared to stab.

I was lying on the cold ground, despair flashed in my eyes, I was not willing to wait for death with my hands tied up, I was holding the Gouyu sword tightly, and planned to give it a go.

The sharp bronze spear pierced downwards with a ghostly howling wind, my heart jumped out of my throat, I closed my eyes and swung the jade sword, intending to gamble on my luck whether it was life or death.

The expected stabbing pain did not come, and the Gouyu sword he swung did not touch anything.

I opened my eyes in doubt, and saw that the room was empty, and the Yin soldiers who surrounded me just now disappeared without a trace.

When the time came, the Yin and Yang realms overlapped and separated, and those Yin soldiers returned to the Yin realm.

I lay on the ground, laughing loudly, this feeling of dying, stimulated the cerebral cortex, making people inexplicably excited.

There was a sound of iron chains on the other side, and I was jittery, as nimble as a civet cat, turned over from the ground, dodged the flying iron claws, and looked towards the window.

"Grandson, this time grandpa has a big fate, next time it's your turn to die." After I finished speaking, I ran towards the wooden door behind.

The other party cooperates tacitly and is strong, so it is a fool to fight them head-on. This time, if they are lucky enough to save their lives, it is natural to go first.

I ran out of the house through the back door, and I looked around vigilantly. Just as I turned out of the alley, I saw Master Seventeen standing in the middle of the road, confronting Old Man Sima.

The Seventeenth Master was alone, his clothes were wrinkled, and he was carrying a tattered snakeskin bag. He didn't have the air of a master.

However, it was this old peasant guy who stood there with a big thorn, and Old Sima and his group dared not move forward.

After two consecutive casualties, there were only two or three kittens left beside old man Sima, but they were all masters, and the three who besieged me just now were among them.

One after another, people came out of the house and gathered behind the Seventeenth Master. Seeing that he couldn't take advantage, Old Sima snorted coldly and walked away with his head held high.

That guy Lu Guotao turned his head halfway and stared at me with eyes as cold as a poisonous snake.

I ignored that guy, the old man Sima without bird feathers, he is nothing, there is no need to threaten him.

I noticed an abnormal phenomenon. The number of vehicles parked at the entrance of the village suddenly decreased by more than half, and the taillights of many vehicles can still be seen from a distance.

It seems that this time the Yin soldiers patrolled the road and scared many people. There are no idiots who can hang out in this circle. Money is certainly attractive, but you have to have your life to enjoy it, right?
"Guawazi, you are lucky, don't be so reckless next time." The Seventeenth Master walked over and said something, carrying a snakeskin bag on his back, and walked away.

When I went back to the house, I saw Fatty Wang sleeping like a dead pig.

For the next two days, nothing happened to Old Man Sima, and Lu Guotao rarely showed up.

We took advantage of this free time to find Li Xiaolei's whereabouts around the village. The photographer Xiao Ma took us to revisit the places the column team had been to, but found nothing.

Later, Xiao Ma received a call, saying that it was the leader of the station, who had already reported the case, and asked him to go to the city to assist the police in the investigation, and we parted temporarily.

This girl Yin Xian'er is very strange, she has been following us for some reason, but she is so pitiful, I didn't say anything.

One night, the Seventeenth Lord woke me up and said that if he was interested in the imperial tomb, he would follow him.

I opened my mouth and asked about Old Man Sima's whereabouts. Seventeenth Master said that they had already set off, so I woke up Fatty Wang without saying a word.

To be honest, I do have some interest in the fact that it might be Cao Cao's tomb.

But the more important purpose is to see an opportunity to trip up old man Sima and his group. If they can be buried in the mausoleum, that would be the best.

Fatty Wang was woken up in the middle of the night, complaining constantly, yawning one after another.

When we went out, we found a pretty figure standing outside the door already.

"I'm going too." Yin Xian'er said straight to the point without beating around the bush.

"What are you going to do? If you are in danger, who can take care of you?" I frowned, and I didn't go to play house, who would like to bring a bottle of oil.

Yin Xian'er bit her lip stubbornly, followed closely behind us without saying a word, it was useless to say anything.

Time was running out, Master Seventeen made a final decision, said to let the girl follow, and turned around to Yin Xian'er to make a solemn confession, saying that in case of danger, life and death are at one's own risk.

We hurried towards the back mountain. The stars in the sky were dim, and the moon was covered by clouds. In order not to be exposed, we did not turn on the flashlight.

"Old man, why don't you bring some more helpers?" Fatty Wang couldn't help asking as he walked panting.

I froze my ears, and was very curious about this question in my heart.

"Who said I didn't bring it, it's all here." Seventeenth Master smiled slyly, afraid of the bulging snakeskin bag.

I stared at the tattered snakeskin bag curiously, not knowing what was in it, but I took it with me everywhere I went, it should be very important.

"Old man, what kind of treasure is in your treasure bag?" Fatty Wang asked shyly.

"Keep it secret, it won't work if you take it out." Seventeenth Master smiled mysteriously.

We walked for a while in the forest, Fatty Wang, an idiot, tripped over a branch and almost fell down.

Suddenly there was a faint light in front of me. I squinted my eyes and saw that it was old man Sima and his group.

"Old man, we are few people, we will suffer if we match up." I looked at the group deep in the woods.

"Teach you to be a good boy. When exploring the tomb, the side with more people will suffer." Seventeenth Master said meaningfully.

I remembered the scene of moving the mountain last time. If there were not so many people crowded together, the loss of old man Sima might have been much smaller.

We moved lightly and moved forward slowly. Old man Sima and his group stopped and went, not knowing what they were doing.

As we got closer, I saw that old man Sima seemed to be holding half of an astrolabe in his hands. After walking a few steps, he looked up at the sky.

Unfortunately, tonight is a cloudy day, the stars are not obvious, and the astrolabe is incomplete. They circled around and seemed to be unable to find the correct path.

"Gua Wazi, that astrolabe is obviously from your Zhang family. Do you really know nothing about this mausoleum?" Seventeenth Master asked in a low voice.

I smiled wryly, explaining that the sutras of my ancestors were incomplete, and that I didn't know anything about this tomb, which was suspected to be Cao Cao's Zhengling Mausoleum.

The sound of rushing water came from the front, and the old man Sima and his group went around and went around, even bringing us to the edge of a waterfall.

The group of people stood by the waterfall, discussed it, and a figure rushed out, heading towards the waterfall.

"That's a silly fork, even if it's water, it hurts." Fatty Wang muttered beside him.

I glared at this bastard, the two sides are a bit close now, there are experts in that group, if it wasn't for the sound of water covering it up, maybe Fatty Wang's grunts could have been heard by the other party.

Fatty Wang also realized the omission, shrank his neck, and stopped talking.

I kept my eyes fixed on the front, and saw that figure rushing into the waterfall. After more than a minute, it still hadn't come out. I immediately realized that there might be some mystery behind the waterfall.

After a while, the wet figure sprang out, gesticulating and talking, and I didn't hear a word of what he said.

Afterwards, old man Sima and his group entered behind the waterfall one by one.

Lu Guotao's grandson was still pretending to hold an umbrella, but if it wasn't for his companions holding him back, he would have been almost washed away by the water, which made me laugh inwardly.

We waited for a while, and the Seventeenth Master made a gesture and leaned over there slowly. This little old man's footsteps were lighter than a cat's, and he made no sound when he stepped on the leaves.

Until we approached the waterfall, no one came out, and we didn't know what was going on inside, so we didn't act rashly.

A figure approached, and I looked sideways, and saw that it was Yin Xian'er, this girl was very strange, she followed silently along the way, and didn't speak, I don't know what purpose she had.

I touched Master Shiqi's arm and asked with gestures, what should I do now, should I send someone over to look at it.

The Seventeenth Master made a calm and calm gesture, fumbled in the old snakeskin bag for a while, and took out a black thing.

I widened my eyes and saw that it was a mouse made of metal, very realistic, if Master Shiqi hadn't twisted the clockwork, I wouldn't have realized it was fake.

Fatty Wang poked my arm, pointed to Seventeen Lord's tattered snakeskin bag, and gestured his thumb.

My eyes were full of doubts. The metal mouse can detect the way, but it can’t replace the eyes. What role can it play for us to see the situation behind the waterfall?
(End of this chapter)