Colorful mist rises in the cave, condenses into colorful droplets on the cave walls, and flows down the smooth walls of the cave back into the rainbow-colored water of the Foresight Pool.

The space in the cave suddenly trembled, and the condensed astral energy penetrated the space like a seedling breaking through the ground, opening a deep spatial passage.

An old fox man with a rickety figure and gray fur stepped out of it.

The old fox man was draped in a burlap robe, and he wore a bracelet made of small totem poles on his wrist, his face was as calm as water, but there was a trace of sadness in his dim eyes.

The old fox man walked a few steps through the cave and came to a grave in the deepest part of the cave.

In front of the slightly raised earthen bag of this tomb, a smooth tombstone was erected, and three simple words were engraved on the surface of the tombstone.

That's a name, in this world, that means: Angus.

The Pool of Foresight is the sacred place of the Cloudless Cliffs, and only the highest-ranking members of the Minotaur clan are allowed to enter and leave here on weekdays, and it is not supposed to be a place to bury the dead, but Angus, the deceased chieftain, is buried here for some reason.

The old fox man sat down in front of Angus's grave, took out several offerings from his bosom, and placed them in front of Angus's grave one by one, and then reached out and scooped up a handful of seven-colored water from the pool of foresight next to him, and poured it on the ground in front of Angus's grave.

Zur sighed deeply, and uttered an ancient, desolate syllable, a conjuring spell that belonged exclusively to the priests.

However, no soul answered Zur's call.

Zur sighed again. He has failed countless times.

"Old friend, if thou knowest from the fountain, reveal thy soul, and tell me who slew thee, and I will crush his bones to ashes, and sacrifice thee with his blood. ”

Zur muttered under his breath.

The old fox man stretched out his hand and condensed a handful of water elemental, and a totem on the bracelet on his wrist flashed with a water-blue light, and in the midst of the surging sound of the torrent, the water element in his hand condensed into a tall minotaur image.

This is his only apprentice, Xianjue.

Zuer waved his hand to dispel the illusion of the water element, and sat against the mountain wall for a long time.

Angus had been dead for some time, and he had Angus buried in this foresight

Ikenachi, just to be able to communicate with his soul one day. But he was never able to summon Angus's ghost in the pool of foresight.

The divination result of the Great Soul Divination is the same every time...... Foresight.

Can you kill Angus first?

Zur didn't believe it. He knew that there must be something in this that he didn't understand, he knew the seer very well, and the seer wouldn't kill Angus, absolutely not.

Moreover, Angus is a strong warrior of the Holy Realm, how could he be killed by the Prophet?

But Zur couldn't find the seer. Two people who were vital in his life, one dead and one missing, made Zur feel that the wind in this world was cold for no reason.

After another hour or so in the Pool of Foresight, Zur got up and left the Cloudless Cliff, as confused and hesitant as he had come.

......

In the earth world, which was not far away from the Dragon Soul World, Shen Yuan was wrapped in a dark green military coat at this time, holding an electric heater in his arms, cowering and hiding in the corner of an army-green two-person tent, snorting non-stop.

A pair of large, frozen hands reached out of the tent, lifted the curtain of the tent, and a man bent down into the tent.

It was a bald man, a man with a simple and honest face, and although his head was bald, his beard was very thick, and the dark blue stubble that protruded several millimeters of skin gave his face a touch of a man's style.

The man was holding a large iron cylinder in his hand, steaming outward, and the smell of food wafted into Shen Yuan's nose from the large iron cylinder.

The man quickly picked up another clean rice bowl from the corner of the tent, divided half of the bowl full of instant noodles in his hand, and then handed it to Shen Yuan, and said in a rough voice: "Xiao Shen, come, while it's hot." These are the last two packs of instant noodles in our team, and we will only have to eat the compressed food that is so light that there is no bird smell in the future. ”

Shen Yuan hurriedly took the rice jar, thanked him in his mouth, and didn't know where he found a pair of dirty bamboo chopsticks, regardless of hygiene or not, he poked the bamboo chopsticks into the bowl and sucked and ate them.

The man's appearance was even more ugly, but fortunately, no one in the tent appreciated their rude appearance, so neither of them cared.

The man quickly finished eating the food in the tank, looked up and burped, and cursed in a low voice: "I'm really a grandmother."

Governess. Why do you have to go up to this mountain this ghost season? I said Xiao Shen, if you go down the mountain this time, let's change your job quickly, you always follow this scientific expedition team around, maybe you will lose your life at any time!"

"Hi. Shen Yuan laughed, chewed the food in his mouth, and responded in a low voice: "Who is not trying to make a living." I said, Director Chen, you talk so evil about this mountain, and you always talk about death and death, is there any legend?"

"Story? You are asking the wrong person! If you ask me about the wild things in the mountains, or the terrain, I can tell you a way. But the story...... You should ask the Tibetan monks about the story of this mountain, and they can talk to you for seven days and seven nights, and they must persuade you to believe in their Narauszi sect. The big man surnamed Chen rolled his eyes and waved his hand and said, it seemed that he looked down on the "sect" in his own mouth.

As soon as he mentioned "Tibetan monks", Shen Yuan lowered his voice and asked, "Director Chen, where did these monks come from......?" They don't look like serious monks......"

"What kind of monk? Have you ever seen a monk who hunts rabbits and eats meat?" the big man surnamed Chen sneered, "Those people believe in priesthood, don't worship gods and Buddhas, don't chant sutras, and worship some strange-looking things, and say that they are their ancestors." I'm really grassy, thanks to these Tibetan monks who were able to develop a lot of followers in the early years. But then they didn't......"

When Shen Yuan heard this, an extremely faint light flashed in his eyes.

The so-called priestly religion...... Isn't that what the profession of priesthood calls for in the common population?

After thinking about it, Shen Yuan didn't continue to dwell on this issue, but asked, "Director Chen, in your opinion, how far are we from the team's destination now?"

"The top of the mountain, you say, is not far away, there are still three days. Director Chen raised three fingers, then let out a long breath and said: "Speaking of which, I have been a guide for so many years, and your team is still the most well-equipped and well-prepared team I have ever seen, and the scale seems to be not small." How much do they pay you as a trainee?"

"Five thousand five. Shen Yuan replied.

"Whew, a lot!" The big man surnamed Chen glanced at Shen Yuan in surprise and muttered, "No wonder you are willing to give them your life and come up to this cannibalistic snow mountain." ”

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