dragon hunter

Chapter 308

Lang Xingsong didn't rush to speak, he smoked one cigarette after another, the smoke covered his face.

"Old man, if you have something to say, just say it, don't babble, you'll make people die in a hurry." Fatty Wang urged with a monkey face.

I didn't speak, and stared at Lang Xingsong, hoping to get an answer from him.

Lang Xingsong exhaled a smoke ring, was silent for a while, and then said: "I wasn't sure before, but the clues one after another are all connected together, reminding me of a record in an ancient book."

"What record?" I couldn't help being curious and asked.

"When I was young, I accidentally found an ancient book. If I hadn't encountered these things, I would have forgotten all the records on it." Lang Xingsong said slowly.

"Lao Lang, when did you learn how to play tricks?" Fatty Wang looked impatient.

"Zhu Jiuyin in the myths and legends can overwhelm rivers and seas, and is omnipotent. When you open your eyes, it is day, and when you close your eyes, it is night. But I saw another version of Zhu Jiuyin in that ancient book." Lang Lang Xing Song took a puff of cigarette, and said quietly.

"Uncle, what do you mean?" Lang Ying interjected and asked.

"The ancient book said that Zhujiuyin evolved from a plant and was worshiped by ignorant people, so it was covered with a mythical cloak." Lang Xingsong glanced at us and said in a deep voice.

"Plant?" I exclaimed in surprise, my eyes full of disbelief.

Before Lang Xingsong revealed the answer, I made a lot of guesses in my mind, but the result given by the other party has nothing to do with all my guesses.

"That Zhu Jiuyin is obviously a snake-like beast, how could it be a plant?" Fatty Wang said in disbelief.

"Think about those tentacles carefully." Lang Xingsong was not in a hurry to argue, and guided our thinking.

Thinking of those slimy tentacles makes me shudder, but I have fought with these things a few times, and their plant characteristics have been confirmed without a doubt.

"Hiss!" I took a deep breath and looked at Lang Xingsong with a horrified expression, "You don't want to say that Zhu Jiuyin actually evolved from those tentacles?"

The companions around him all stared at Lang Xingsong with unbelievable expressions. It wasn't that everyone was poor at accepting it, but it was because this matter was too unbelievable.

"Why not?" Lang Xingsong looked into my eyes and asked calmly.

When I reached the point of my mouth, I immediately swallowed it back into my stomach, yes, everyone has never seen the real Zhujiuyin, so why can’t it be a plant evolution?

"But..." Fatty Wang spit out two words from the side, but he didn't know how to refute next, so he could only grab his hair vigorously.

"Uncle, what exactly is written in that ancient book you read?" Lang Ying asked curiously, turning her face to the side.

"It's been too long and there are so many records. My memory is blurred. I can only say that I still remember it." Lang Xingsong threw away half of the cigarette in his hand.

We held our breath one by one, waiting quietly for Lang Xingsong to reveal the secret of Zhu Jiuyin.

"That ancient book said that Zhujiuyin evolved from a plant called Imam Vine, and Imam Vine is a very strange and very ancient plant." Lang Xingsong began to tell.

"Lao Lang, the vines you're talking about are the tentacles we met, right?" Fatty Wang grabbed Lang Xingsong's sleeve.

"What are the characteristics and weaknesses of this plant?" I followed Fatty Wang and asked.

"The vine is a kind of group plant, and its individual strength is not very strong. Once there are many of them, it can form a very strange "domain"." Lang Xingsong told the information he knew.

I looked around at the void, felt the ubiquitous pressure, and hurriedly asked, what are the characteristics of the "field" formed by the vines.

"Swallow and copy!" Lang Xingsong said every word.

I instantly thought of the replicas we encountered outside the bone mirror, and the evil thing covered with vines before.

"No wonder the words 'eat people' were written all over the ground on that corpse." Lang Ying said with some fear.

"Lao Lang, why didn't you tell us about these things before? It made us worry for a long time." Fatty Wang muttered from the side.

"If I hadn't encountered this series of events, I would have forgotten the records in that ancient book, and I just remembered it just now." Lang Xingsong explained.

"Then where are we now? Why is the space in the mirror exactly the same as the outside?" I asked the biggest doubt in my heart.

Lang Xingsong gave a wry smile, saying that he didn't know about it, so he could only take one step at a time, but at least he remembered that there was a weakness recorded in the ancient books.

We asked together, what is the weakness of the imam vine, this kind of plant is too weird, we often suffer from it.

"The imam vine is like a snake, its weak point is seven inches from the tip." After Lang Xingsong finished speaking, he picked up a shriveled imam vine and dissected it for us to see.

"Old man, it's useless for you to say that. Once this ghost thing appears, there are several sticks. It's so easy to hit seven inches." Fatty Wang complained hopelessly.

I stared at the shriveled vine in Lang Xingsong's hand, and frowned slightly, but knowing a weakness is better than knowing nothing.

Everyone had almost rested, and decided to continue exploring. Fatty Wang was the last one, muttering, not knowing what he was complaining about.

After Lang Xingsong's introduction, we knew the origin of the tentacles, and finally felt at ease, not as uncertain as before.

However, having confidence in our hearts does not mean that we relax our guard. After all, in this unknown place, anything can happen.

There was no danger on the way, but it was Fatty Wang who made a fuss. He was so frightened by the few bones he discovered by accident.

"It's a loss, it's a big loss. Fatty swears that he will never go out with you again." Fatty Wang complained endlessly.

"Shut up, can you calm down for a while?" I couldn't bear it, I turned my head suddenly, and stared at Fatty Wang viciously.

The courier shrank his neck, muttered something softly, and finally calmed down.

"Come here quickly, there are new discoveries here." Lang Ying stood on tiptoe and greeted us standing in front.

The whole journey was too quiet, and I always felt like my heart was suspended in the air. At this moment, I heard Lang Ying's greeting, and I forcibly lifted my spirits, and walked over there quickly.

The scene in front of me swept away all my fatigue and drowsiness, and my heart shivered as if being drenched by a basin of cold water.

Directly in front of me was a passage that was neither wide nor narrow. On both sides of the passage, there were rows of mummy kneeling on each side. The clothes on their bodies had been completely decayed, leaving only dark, dry skin.

Judging from the kneeling postures of those mummy corpses, it seemed that the other party was performing some ceremony. There was a dagger stuck in the chest of each mummy corpse.

The dagger should be a very precious sacrificial vessel. The end of the handle is inlaid with colorful gemstones. These gemstones emit fluorescence, illuminating the entire passage.

"I got rich, I got rich. Is it really a blessing? Fat Lord didn't come in vain this time." Fatty Wang was incoherent with excitement.

This guy rushed over anxiously, pulled out a dagger stuck in the mummy's body, and played with it in his hand, looking like he couldn't put it down.

I didn't reach out to hold this guy just now, but when I saw that he had already drawn out the dagger, I groaned inwardly.

I don't know much about various sacrificial rituals, but I also know that it is strictly forbidden to disturb any sacrificial ceremony, especially this kind of evil ritual of self-mutilation. The consequences of tampering with corpses are unpredictable.

Before my reminder could be spoken, a shocking change had already taken place.

The mummy from which the dagger was pulled out jumped up suddenly, and stretched out its hands to grab Fatty Wang's neck.

People die for money, and birds die for food. Fatty Wang usually looks like a ball.

Seeing a chance to make a fortune right now, he became more courageous, unexpectedly, instead of asking for help, he swung the dagger in his hand and launched a counterattack.

The mummy looked thin, with only a layer of withered skin left on its body, but the dagger slashed on its body, making a crisp sound of metal clashing.

Seeing that he couldn't help each other, Fatty Wang immediately froze, waved his arms wildly, and called for help in panic.

In my heart, I greeted Fatty Wang's eighteen generations of ancestors one by one, but I can't just leave him dead.

He stretched out a finger and wiped the blade of the Gouyu Sword, a bright red blood stain stained the blade.

The Gouyu sword blessed with pure yang blood was full of evil spirits, and the blade made a slight sound.

Like an agile cheetah, I rushed to Fatty Wang's side silently and swung the jade hook sword in my hand.

The Gouyu sword struck the mummy's neck. The whole body was as hard as gold and iron. The head of the mummy flew out all of a sudden, fell to the ground and rolled several times, and fell backwards.

Fatty Wang rubbed his neck with his hands, looking as if he was still in shock, and kept saying thank you.

I really didn't have the energy to teach the coward a lesson, so I gave him a hard look and told him to go back and stay.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when I found all the mummies, they all trembled.

I was startled, and before I had time to think about it, I took out a stack of yellow talisman papers, and pasted one on each mummy's forehead.

As the yang energy in my body increases day by day, the talisman paper in my hand restrains the evil spirits more and more.

When I stuck a piece of talisman on the forehead of the last mummy, the strange aura surrounding it slowly dissipated.

"This kind of sacrificial ceremony is somewhat familiar to me. I seem to have seen it somewhere before." Lang Xingsong strode over and said in a deep voice.

"It is recorded in the Lang family's canon that this is a ceremony for our vein-protecting family to sacrifice to the spirit of the dead dragon vein." Lang Ying said behind him.

My eyelids twitched, and I felt more and more mysterious about this place.

Lang Xingsong seemed to think of something, and asked Fatty Wang for the dagger in his hand, looked it over carefully, and kept saying it was impossible.

"Brother Lang, what did you find?" I couldn't help asking.

"Did you know that Yunnan and Guizhou, which is adjacent to southern Yunnan, also has one of the nine main arteries?" Lang Xingsong suddenly said an irrelevant topic.

The ancestral dragon came out of Kunlun, transformed into Kyushu!
I naturally know that southern Yunnan and Yunnan and Guizhou each hide a main line.

"In our vein-protecting family, there is a secret hidden. It has been circulated for many years. It is said that the nine dragon veins separated by the ancestor dragon have died, and now there are only eight main veins left." Lang Xingsong revealed a shocking secret. .

"Impossible!" My first reaction was to retort subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)