dragon hunter

Chapter 210 Bronze Sparrow Terrace

Walking halfway, the old farmer woke up slowly, and asked the whereabouts of his granddaughter.

It happened that we were also a little tired, so we put down the old farmer and sat on the ground to rest.

I explained in detail what happened to the old farmer after he fell into a coma, and the old farmer was stunned for a moment.

"How could this happen? I don't hesitate to violate my conscience and work for Mrs. Cordyceps, but why can't I save her life?" The old farmer couldn't accept this fact.

I looked at the other party with some pity. Strictly speaking, what he did was not worthy of sympathy, but my own experience made people feel sympathetic.

The old farmer seemed to have lost his vitality, sitting there blankly like a stone, motionless.

Fatty Wang moved his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but I stretched out my hand to stop him. This dog can't spit out ivory. If he talks nonsense, it may irritate the old farmer.

"You just said that you put away the girl's remnant soul?" The old farmer seemed to remember something, staring at me and asking.

I didn't know the other party's purpose, so I nodded and said, "If she can find the Soul Cultivating Wood, she still has a chance to be reincarnated."

"You don't need to look for the soul-cultivating wood. I know that there is a rare treasure in Cao Ling, which can make a girl directly cultivate into a Yin god." The old farmer said emotionally.

My eyelids twitched, the cultivation of the Yin God is not just talking about it, even among 1 ghosts, one may not be able to cultivate into the Yin God.

"Brother is talking about the Tongque Terrace?" The Seventeenth Master straightened his back and asked in a hurried tone.

I was stunned. When I was a child, I read Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I knew that Cao Cao built an attic named Tongque Terrace, and the golden house hides beauty, but what does this attic named Tongque Terrace have to do with Xiuyin God?
The Seventeenth Master seemed to see my doubts and told a secret, "There are some things that are not recorded in the history books. In fact, the real Tongque Terrace is not an attic, but a movable altar."

"That's right. It's recorded in the classics of our clan that the Tongque Terrace can gather the energy of the Nine Nethernesses, and every 500 years, it can create a Yin God." The old farmer added.

I was dumbfounded, I didn't expect such a treasure to exist in this world.

If it weren't for the Seventeenth Master and the old farmer, who are all descendants of the Cao family, I really thought they were bragging.

"Brother, you are a mausoleum protector, may you take us into Cao Ling?" Seventeenth Master asked the old farmer.

"Our tomb guards have sworn that if we enter Caoling without authorization, we will not be reincarnated after death, but I have broken the oath long ago to save the girl." The old farmer took a breath and continued, "But the real Caoling, It’s not in the Yang Realm at all.”

I widened my eyes and swallowed my saliva. The information revealed by the old farmer was really shocking.

"Could it be in the underworld? But the living can't cross the Naihe Bridge, so we can't get in?" The Seventeenth Master came from a collateral lineage of the Cao family, and he didn't know as many secrets as the old farmer.

"The mountain under our feet is called Liangjie Mountain. The real Cao Mausoleum is neither in the yang realm nor in the yin realm, but at the intersection of the yin and yang realms." The old farmer said the secret.

"Damn it, not to mention the repair of 72 suspicious tombs, but also to hide the real mausoleum in that kind of place, Fatty is convinced." Fatty Wang's eyes widened.

After I heard the secret, I have a big word for this suspicious hero in history, convincing!

Sure enough, every emperor paid great attention to the affairs behind him. Qin Shihuang, the first emperor through the ages, protected his mausoleum with a picture of mountains, rivers and dragons that miniaturized Kyushu.

And Cao Cao was even worse, he never built the mausoleum in Yangjie at all. No wonder no tomb robbers could find Cao Cao's Zhengling Mausoleum.

"Brother, you haven't said how to get in yet?" Seventeenth Master looked eagerly at the old farmer.

"There are two conditions. First, you need the hard work of the people in the village. Second, you need three incense sticks from the two realms." The old farmer stretched out two fingers.

"Two Realms Incense?" I frowned. I have seen records of this legendary incense in the Broken Physiognomy. It is very rare, and the method of making it has been lost.

"The first condition, I have a way to do it, but only the high priest of the ghost town temple has so few incense sticks from the two worlds." The old farmer said slowly.

"Hiss, the high priest of the sacrificial temple? This is very difficult." The Seventeenth Master took a breath, looking like he had a headache.

"Then what is the high priest, very powerful?" I asked curiously.

"It's a bit more powerful than the old coffin ladle of the Sima family. This is a person who can truly walk in the two realms of yin and yang." Seventeenth Master rubbed the center of his brows.

"That's a fart, it's over, the mark between Fatty's eyebrows can't be removed." Fatty Wang looked ashamed.

My heart sank, and I knew with my feet that no one would give a rare treasure like Liangjiexiang for nothing, but the other party is so powerful, so if you want to be tough, don't even think about it.

"The Cordyceps woman, why are you sure that you can open Cao Ling?" I thought of a clue.

"She and the high priest of the sacrificial temple are rumored to be relatives who have not made five clothes." The old farmer's words extinguished my last illusion.

"Yeah, we haven't met each other yet, so we're making enemies first." I sighed in my heart, feeling that fleeting years are not good.

Sad in my heart, I took out the cigarette and scattered it around, leaning against the tree trunk, and puffed out the clouds.

I didn't know the old farmer well at first, but the common goal narrowed the distance between the two sides, and we got together to discuss countermeasures.

In the end, we decided that Li Xiaolei's second daughter would stay and assist the old farmer to complete the first condition.

Me, Fatty Wang, and Seventeenth Lord will go to the ghost town. No matter whether we can get the fragrance of the two worlds or not, we must go to find out the news first.

Fatty Wang, a coward, was actually very reluctant to go, but the imprint between the eyebrows was like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's heads, and he couldn't help but flinch.

Before leaving, I drew a few blood talismans and distributed them to Li Xiaolei's two daughters.

There was a gradual process for the onset of the Ziwu Chasing Soul Seal, and these few blood talismans could keep them safe for the first few days.

When I returned to the ghost town again, I felt a lot of emotion in my heart. I came here to settle the grievances, but now the enemies from the beginning are all dead.

However, a simple grievance has involved a series of things, and now it is getting more and more complicated.

"Why does Fatty always feel that someone is following us secretly?" Fatty Wang twisted his body uneasily.

I also had this feeling, but I kept an eye on it all the way, and didn't find anything, so I didn't say it.

"Shut up, we are being watched by the old coffin ladle." Seventeenth Master's face was serious.

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked around nervously, looking at the people around me, everyone was suspicious, but none of them looked alike.

"You can't find him, don't think too much, just follow me." The Seventeenth Master said in a low voice, and walked forward quickly.

Fatty Wang's face was pale, he kept scratching his neck with his hands, and his eyes were flickering with anxiety.

My back was slightly tense, and I followed closely behind Seventeenth Master. I saw him enter an alley, turn around and take us to a dilapidated hotel.

"The owner of this hotel is very famous in the circle. As long as you pay for it, it's absolutely safe to live here." Seventeenth Master explained in a low voice.

The hostel is dilapidated, the rooms are even more shabby, and the price is expensive, but the boss is a bit interesting, making it hard to see the depth.

At night, I had a nightmare. In the darkness, there seemed to be a pair of blood-red eyes staring at me.

I struggled to open my eyes, but my eyelids were extremely heavy. I cried out in my dream and finally woke up.

The surrounding walls were mottled, and it was a simple hotel room. I stretched out my sleeves, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and sat on the bed panting.

Suddenly, a trace of bloody smell poured into my nostrils, the smell was very weak.

I put on my clothes and walked out the door, carefully holding a piece of talisman paper in my hand.

Fatty Wang and Master Seventeen live in two rooms next to each other. The sound insulation of the room is very poor. When you walk to the door, you can even hear Fatty Wang's snoring.

The lights in the corridor broke down at some point, and the small hotel was dilapidated. There were only three of us in this row of rooms.

I stood in the corridor and sniffed carefully. The smell of blood seemed to come from the front.

After hesitating for a while, I didn't wake up my companion, but I held the Gouyu sword in my other hand and walked forward cautiously.

The room at the top is where the hotel owner himself lives. This guy who is said to be a master is a middle-aged man in his 40s with triangular eyebrows.

I walked to the end of the corridor, the door of the first room was ajar, and the smell of blood here was already quite obvious.

Gently pushing open the door, the scene inside made my pupils shrink suddenly. The hotel owner, suspected to be a master, lay sideways on the bed, wiping a dagger on his chest, blood stained the bed sheet.

My heart was pounding nervously. Seventeenth Lord had said at the time that the owner of this hotel was unpredictable and could guarantee our safety.

However, the unpredictable hotel owner died quietly now, and the murderer did not know who it was.

There was a cold feeling coming from the skill, I turned my head in horror, a pale face was close at hand.

Without any hesitation, with a flick of my wrist, I slapped a piece of talisman paper, but in a blink of an eye, the wronged soul disappeared.

"Illusion?" I wondered in my heart, my eyes may be deceiving, but the cold and ghostly aura just now was definitely not wrong.

The window opposite the room was pushed open with a "squeak", and an old man with a face like a dried orange peel covered with corpse spots stared straight at me.

Those green eyes looked like will-o'-the-wisps in the dim light, making people feel chills.

I gritted my teeth, took out a piece of talisman and threw it over, opening my mouth to wake up the Seventeenth Master, the guy outside was not kind.

However, this room was imprisoned by an invisible force, and the sound could not be transmitted at all.

I can even feel that an invisible gas mask is not far in front of me.

"This is Yu!" My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and this familiar force was still fresh in my memory.

A thin layer of sweat oozes from my forehead. The lifeless old man on the opposite side is very likely to be the old coffin scoop in the mouth of the Seventeenth Master.

The weird old man outside the window jumped up straight, and just jumped into the room with green eyes, unable to see any emotions, and extremely indifferent.

I suppressed the fear in my heart, held the Gouyu sword tightly, and stabbed at it. The talisman paper thrown just now was automatically extinguished before it got close to the opponent, making me understand that the talisman paper is invalid for the old man.

The old man twisted his lower neck, his movements were a little stiff, his lips turned outward, revealing a pair of sharp teeth.

"Zombie!" I fixed my gaze. The other party's state was very strange. There was a trace of living anger on his body, but his every move was no different from that of a zombie.

The Gouyu sword in his hand was about to stab the opponent, the old man did not dodge or dodge, he stretched out his hand to grab the tip of the sword.

With a crisp sound of "ding", my arm went numb, and the Gouyu sword pierced the opponent's hand, as if piercing a steel plate.

(End of this chapter)