Ling Zikai was startled, he never imagined that someone would appear in this underground river.

When he got closer, after seeing the four people clearly, Ling Zikai couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Two of those four were the leaders of the White Tiger Gang that they had seen outside the Tiger Leaping Stream before.

One was the young man in his twenties, thin and gloomy.

The other was an old man in his fifties, dressed like a wizard.

As for the other two, they were probably disciples of the gang, one rowing a boat, and the other holding a rifle in his hand, cautiously watching the movements around him.

The cold young man sat in the bow of the boat, holding a map in his hand, and looked around with a flashlight from time to time, and then compared it to the map, and said a few words to the old man dressed as a wizard.

The wizard still looked mysterious, occasionally nodding.

The boat is made of birch bark, and the hull is narrow and slender, with sharp ends and a width in the middle, about two feet long.

Maybe the hull of the boat was lighter, although it was carrying four people, the speed of rowing was not slow, and it was estimated that it would only take more than ten minutes to reach Ling Zikai's location.

Ling Zikai didn't expect them to be able to find them through this mysterious underground river, obviously someone familiar with the terrain in this area was guiding.

Since you can know that this underground river can enter the Tiger Leaping Stream, then maybe you can also know that you can enter the cave where the ancestral god lives through that spring stream.

Ling Zikai didn't dare to slack off, grabbed Du Juan's hand and ran back.

"What's going on?"

Seeing that Ling Zikai looked a little nervous, Du Juan asked puzzled.

"Someone has come in from the underground river!"

"What?"

The cuckoo asked in surprise, "Is it from the White Tiger Gang?"

Ling Zikai nodded.

The two retreated into the stream leading to the cave and stopped more than ten meters away from the exit.

Ling Zikai said to the cuckoo: "Either you go back to the cave first, and I will stay to stop them." ”

"No, either go back together, or stay together. ”

The cuckoo said categorically: "Moreover, we must block them here, and we must not let them enter the cave and discover the secret of the ancestral god's former residence!"

"But how do we deal with them? They must have guns, and we can't beat them with our bare hands!"

Ling Zikai was thinking about how to deal with those four people next.

Drive the Siberian tiger in the Tiger Leaping Stream?

No, the Siberian tiger's target is too big, and it will definitely not be able to stop the opponent's bullets, but it will kill it.

Let the black bee fly over, the road is too far, and the time is a little too late.

If only there were other beasts in this underground river.

Don't let the fish in the river jump ashore and attack each other.

Ling Zikai felt a little helpless, and let go of his consciousness and enveloped the area of the underground river for about a mile, observing the other party's movements.

It didn't take long for the birchbark boat to appear in consciousness.

Seeing that the bank of the underground river in front of him appeared, the cold young man looked at the map and ordered the boat to dock.

The four of them went ashore and walked straight to the exit of the spring stream, apparently knowing that there was an entrance.

"They're coming!"

Ling Zikai said in a low voice.

The cuckoo also heard the footsteps coming from outside, and looked a little nervous.

I only heard the cold young man say: "According to the route drawn on the map, you can enter the Tiger Leaping Stream through this stream hole." ”

"Third child, do we really have to go in?"

The old wizard asked with some concern, "Why don't we just guard the outside?" Could it be that girl who can hide in it for the rest of her life and not get out? ”

"How much time do you think we can spend outside for more than a thousand people? Before coming here, the helper had already passed the word. Our people have been here for so long that they have attracted the attention of the border guards, and we have to get things done in two days or something!"

"Third master, who is so excited, what kind of treasure did that girl rob us?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, have you forgotten the rules of the gang?"

The cold young man glanced at the questioner dissatisfiedly, and the other party quickly lowered his head in fright.

"Wait!"

As he reached the entrance, the old wizard suddenly stopped his companion with a suspicious look on his face.

"What's wrong?" the cold young man asked, pausing in his tracks.

"I seem to feel the mysterious aura I encountered outside the Tiger Leaping Stream again!"

The wizard saw that the cold young man was a little puzzled, so he said, "Do you remember when I suddenly had a headache and fell to the ground and rolled on the ground?"

"Didn't you say it was a relapse of the old disease?"

Actually, there was a mysterious force that suddenly entered my mind, almost bursting my brain open. ”

Speaking of the scene, the wizard couldn't help but look terrified.

"My master told me before he died that this Tiger Leaping Stream is the place where the ancestral gods of the mountains live, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. Otherwise, it will cause the wrath of the ancestral gods and bring punishment. I suspect that the mysterious power of that time was the ancestral god's warning to me. ”

Seeing that he said something serious, the two attendants who followed couldn't help but show panicked expressions.

One of them stammered to the cold young man, "Third Master, if we really go in, will it cause the anger of the ancestral god-"

"Shut up!"

After the cold young man scolded his entourage, he glared at the wizard fiercely and said, "I said Wuda, don't you be mysterious all day long, okay! Where did some ancestral god come from in this world? It's not a gimmick made up by people like you, a trick used to scare people. He still calls himself a 'shaman', isn't he just a wizard who pretends to be a god!"

The sorcerer named Wuda's face turned red when he heard this, and he argued: "He Qiujiang, you can look down on me, but you can't insult the great 'shaman'!

He Qiujiang saw that Wuda mentioned the boss, his face became even more gloomy, so he simply ignored him, shone a flashlight on the Xidong, and said, "It should be this place, let's go in and have a look!"

Just as the four of them were about to enter the brook hole, Nauda suddenly held his head and shouted: "Oh, no, my head hurts again!"

The other three were startled and looked at Uda suspiciously.

Wuda, who was screaming in pain, suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again, and said, "Great Ancestral God, please forgive me!

With the sound of begging for mercy, Wuda gradually recovered, and said with a face full of surprise: "Hey, my headache is cured! Could it really be that the ancestral god heard my confession?"

He Qiujiang shouted: "Wuda, what the fuck are you doing! If you are talking nonsense, I will throw you into this underground river." ”

Perhaps because he usually saw too much of He Qiujiang's ruthlessness, Wu Da shivered and explained in a low voice: "I really felt a headache just now. Ouch, my mother, it's hurting again!"

Wuda couldn't care about explaining to He Qiujiang anymore, turned around and ran back.

When he ran to the place where the birch bark tree was parked, he felt that his head didn't hurt anymore, and his heart was more and more sure that the ancestral god was warning him, and he stayed there and never dared to come up again.

He Qiujiang saw Wuda's frightened look, no matter whether he really had a headache or not, if something happened here, he wouldn't be able to explain to the helper after he went back.

Although he was a little disgusted with this pretending to be a ghost, he couldn't stand the favor of the gang leader.

He Qiujiang instructed one of his subordinates to stay and take care of Wuda, and he and another person entered the stream cave with a flashlight.

"They're in, what should I do?"

The cuckoo asked Ling Zikai in a low voice.

Ling Zikai also felt helpless.

The strangeness that happened to Uda just now was naturally from his handiwork.

This is thanks to Uda for reminding him when he spoke just now, since he was able to hurt people with his consciousness before, he must be able to use it again now.

When Ling Zikai invaded the other party's mind, it really caused Wuda's adverse reaction. He tried to control Uda in the same way that he controlled the big bad wolf and the Siberian tiger, but he was a little disappointed that he couldn't control Uda's mind.

Maybe it's because the human brain is too developed!

But being able to cause the other party's adverse reaction has already made Ling Zikai feel satisfied, so that at least one opponent has been solved.

He also tried to use his consciousness to get into the minds of the other three, but he couldn't get any reaction.

How so?

Does it have anything to do with Uda's shamanic identity?

Seeing that He Qiujiang and the two had already entered the stream cave, they couldn't allow Ling Zikai to think more. He grabbed a fist-sized stone from the stream, infused it with ancestral energy, and threw it at the other party.

A whistling sound pierced the silent stream.

The spear-wielding White Tiger Gang disciple reacted very sensitively, and at the moment when the whistling sound sounded, he grabbed He Qiujiang's body, quickly exited the stream cave, and flashed aside.

Although the stone that had paid attention to the energy was amazingly fast, it was still a step slower, failed to hit the opponent, flew out of the hole and landed on the surface of the underground river, splashing a splash.

Ling Zikai sighed secretly in his heart: It's a pity! Unconsciously, he saw the gun-wielding gang appear at the entrance of the cave, raising his rifle with both hands.

"Not good!"

Ling Zikai hurriedly pulled the cuckoo to his side and fell into the stream.

I only heard the sound of "popping", and a burst of sparks came out of the wall of the creek cave. A few splashed rock fragments landed on Ling Zikai's neck, and there was a faint pain.

Ling Zikai was furious in his heart, grabbed a stone and smashed it hard, and threw it over.

The gang fired and immediately retreated.

The gravel thrown by Ling Zikai fell into the air again.

Fortunately, Ling Zikai locked on to the other party with his consciousness, and when he saw that he was about to dodge and jump to the entrance of the cave again, he threw a stone in advance.

The gang didn't expect the other party to anticipate the timing of their appearance, so they threw a stone in advance, and were caught off guard and hit by a stone in the arm.

After infusing the energy of the ancestral god, the force of the stone flying out was no less than that of a bullet.

The gang screamed, and one arm was broken by a stone, and they didn't even bother to pick up the gun that fell to the ground, and hid far away with the broken arm.

All of a sudden, the situation was deadlocked.