Super Great Fortune Teller

Chapter 35 - Manifestation

This stretch of mountains stretched for thousands of miles. To find a tomb here that was deliberately hidden was no different from finding a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, the forest on the southern side of the border had everything. All kinds of poisonous insects and wild beasts had to be on guard against danger. It was six o'clock in the afternoon and the sky was getting dark. It would be dark in about an hour.

"Let's head up the mountain first." Han Feilin revealed a face full of confidence, and finally showed the demeanor of a master.

In order to find a suitable place to bury the mountain, one had to first clearly see the structure of the entire mountain range. The seven of them stood at the top of the mountain, with only Han Feilin and Wang Qian looking around. The others were bored out of their minds and were chewing on the grass roots.

After looking for a few minutes, Han Feilin spoke with a profound tone. "Although this place is the outskirts of the forest, the terrain is extremely steep and is known as Dragon Horn. "Looking at the mountain range, the two small veins to the southeast is the dragon tail, the southwest is the dragon claw, the northeast is the dragon fin, the south and north are the dragon whiskers …"

"Master Han, can I trouble you to just say whatever you want?" Liu Hao impatiently urged.

"The tomb of An Long. The tomb should be right there... "Then!" Han Feilin pointed with his finger. It was probably a slightly gentle looking hill, about five kilometers away from where they were. By the time they got there, it would definitely be dark.

"Then let's go." The group could not wait any longer.

"Hold on." At this time, Wang Qian shook his head and said to Han Feilin: "Master Han, Mu An Long's abdomen is indeed not fake. But that's not the dragon's belly, but the back of a dragon. "

"Oh? Why did Master Wang say that? " Even though he had been rejected, Han Feilin did not feel displeased at all. Instead, he humbly asked for guidance.

"I dare not say so, master." After a moment of modesty, Wang Qian replied, "This mountain range looks like a crouching dragon, but is actually not the case. From Us... In fact, if we add up all of the ten miles we covered, it would be just a dragon claw. "

Hearing that, Han Feilin raised his head to look, his eyebrows slowly furrowed before slowly opening up, revealing a look of understanding: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

"This tomb is based on the entire mountain range for a hundred miles. Presumably, the things in this tomb far exceed our expectations. As for the dragon belly … It should be about fifty kilometers northeast of here. " Wang Qian smiled slightly and said: "Master Han, please."

An awkward expression flashed across Master Han's face, he nodded towards Wang Qian as a form of gratitude to him for changing the topic. He then gestured towards Wang Qian, and the group of them descended the mountain, heading in the direction Wang Qian had pointed out.

However, everyone could tell that Wang Qian's attainments in feng shui already surpassed Han Feilin, the master of Southern Sect who was already quite famous.

Of course, other than Han Feilin himself, no one else cared. They were not figures of the feng shui realm, so they did not know much. They would not think that Wang Qian was that powerful.

On the way, without the local residents to lead the way, they gradually went deeper into the forest, and it became harder and harder to move forward.

Interlaced shrubs and vines occasionally blocked their path. Thorns could be seen everywhere, and there were also many bloodstains left on the naked backs of everyone's hands, faces, and necks.

The others were still okay, they didn't care about these small injuries at all. However, Han Feilin had never been in such pain before. He landed at the back of the troop, gasped for breath, and grimaced in pain.

Although these thorns weren't too poisonous, the slight itch that they gave off a stinging sensation after being scratched wasn't easy to bear.

"Master Han, this herb can stop pain and dispel itchiness. If you chew it, you can feel better on your skin." Wang Qian, who was walking in front of him, stopped and bent down to pull some weeds.

"Oh?" Master Han took it and wiped off the blood on his wound as expected, he felt cool and comfortable as expected, and nodded to thank Wang Qian.

The others were cutting down the thorns in front of them. Although their speed was extremely fast, they had only walked five to six miles when a full moon hung in the sky.

"F * ck, if I knew this would happen, I would have found someone to cut the road out." Liu Hao scolded, the mosquito-ant poison in the forest was strong, making him feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Shen rolled his eyes and said: "This is a tomb robber, not an archaeological site, why don't you just report it to the police and hand it over to the country?"

From the conversation that Zhou Shen had with them, Wang Qian roughly understood the origin of the tomb. Originally, no one knew about this tomb in the mountains, but later on, someone obtained some information about it from some random records.

But the man obviously did not have the guts to do it himself, so he simply sold the information to Zhou Shen. Of course, although it was sold, there was no reputation to be had in this business. Most likely when Zhou Shen and the others came, someone else already knew about the news.

That was why Zhou Shen was in such a hurry to enter the mountain.

Who would have thought that there would be someone who would steal business in this business, Wang Qian could be considered to have gained experience.

As for the size of the tomb, Zhou Shen said that it was an ancient tomb that was more than two thousand years old.

However, he didn't dare guarantee that the tomb would exist before he found the entrance …

Without stopping, other than Han Feilin, whose face was already pale and body was swaying, the others were still in high spirits. He walked for an entire night, until the silver tray in the sky dimmed. A bright red light shone in the east, and a light drizzle fell from the sky.

The rain in the south was like a woman's temper. The others did not mind, but Han Feilin, who was at the back of the group, had already sat down on the grass and said weakly: "I can't walk, I can't walk anymore."

Liu Hao turned his head around and frowned, he then said to Zhou Shen straightforwardly: "Old Zhou, who are you looking for, aren't you dragging your feet?"

"How about we leave him behind?" Liu Wang was also unhappy, he had only walked fifty li. With just this little bit of stamina, it was practically a waste of money to try and drill a hole in it.

"It's better to rest for a bit. There's no need to be in such a hurry." While Zhou Shen was still in a difficult position, Wang Qian also sat down.

It wasn't that he was tired. After all, he had just broken through and his physique had greatly improved. Not to mention that it was just a night's journey, it wouldn't even be a problem for him to carry a hundred jin sandbag.

But Han Feilin was just an ordinary person, if he were to continue, he would probably fall into the mountains. As for the others, although they looked to be in high spirits, they were actually a bit tired. To be able to so easily enter a thousand year old ancient tomb, that was just too reckless.

"Then take a rest." In the end, Zhou Shen was still the leader, so when he spoke, Liu Wang did not speak anymore, and only looked at Han Feilin and Wang Qian with a slightly unfriendly gaze.

As for the mute, a person was leaning against a tree, wiping his dagger silently.

After resting for around ten minutes, Han Feilin's breathing had gradually steadied, but his eyes were still fighting. After all, he hadn't been able to sleep well for the first few days before entering the mountain.

Wang Qian looked at him but did not say a word. They had only met by chance, so he didn't owe him anything. There was no need for his to take such meticulous care of him.

"Mute, did you hear anything?" Liu Hao who was in charge of lookout suddenly asked.

The mute shook his head, still wiping his dagger, as if nothing else had anything to do with him.

However, Wang Qian who was leaning against the tree suddenly stood up, and clearly heard the sound of something stirring up a bush or weed.

Wild boar, fox? However, in the mountains of the southern territory, these things should not be so stealthily hunting.

Just as he was about to remind Liu Hao, a huge shadow jumped three meters into the air from behind a bush that was as tall as a person.