In the middle of the night, Yun Kang suddenly woke up suddenly, and inexplicably felt a depression coming, making his chest feel stuffy and extremely heavy.

After waking up this time, he couldn't sleep again, Yun Kang took the opportunity to sit up and cultivate his true qi, he closed his eyes and breathed slowly, and a thick true qi gushed out from the dantian and ran to the meridians all over his body. After walking for a week, I suddenly felt energetic and full of energy.

The night was very quiet, although the villa was built in a remote part of the countryside, with lush flowers and trees, but there was not even a single insect chirp around, and under the darkness, the villa was more like a dead tomb.

After Yun Kang finished his cultivation, he turned over on the soft mattress, and he had a feeling of not being very down-to-earth, a little upset, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He thought about it calmly, and finally found the source of his anxiety, which was the pressure Jiang Mo caused him.

I have to admit that Jiang Mo, this kid, has a smart mind, as if everything is planned and under his control.

Since the Dragon Swallowing Ring was snatched, a tightly woven net has been rolled out, Jiang Mo's strategy is linked to each other, Du Pianqian does things for him, and Xuanyuan Crane also comes in together, interlocking and doing it well.

It was not the first time that Yun Kang had comprehended the methods of the Red Devil Jade Venerable, but Jiang Mo's plan this time still caught him off guard, and he couldn't deal with it easily.

After Xuanyuan He left in the evening, Jiang Mo opened a few more jars of old wine, drank happily with Tian Qi and Changqing, and chatted about the shortcomings of the family from the bottom of his heart.

The atmosphere was so high that at last a few thugs joined in, and everyone drank to their heart's content, red-faced, and incoherent, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

However, Yun Kang felt that the amount of alcohol these people was really not very good, and he only drank a few jars of Zhuangyuan Hong, and at this time he had already slept like a dead pig. He scanned the upstairs and downstairs of the villa with his divine sense, and saw that it was lifeless, and there was not even a sound on the bed.

There are so many big men, and there is not a single one who snores.

Yun Kang cleared the troubled chores in his mind, squinted his eyes and closed his eyes to recuperate, and lay down for a while, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound.

The sound is soft and thin, sometimes far and sometimes near, and if you don't distinguish carefully, you will think that it is the sound of the wind blowing the curtains, or the sound of rats running through the floor tiles.

But Yun Kang had already judged that it was the sound of human footsteps, and a dark shadow was rapidly approaching his door.

Judging from the sound of his footsteps landing, this person is not a master, although he tries to lighten his steps and control himself not to make a sound, but compared with the skills of high-level martial artists, there is still a big gap.

Yun Kang didn't bother to use his divine sense to investigate, he lay quietly on the bed, pretending to be asleep, to see what the black shadow was trying to do.

The dark shadow skillfully twisted the handle of the door, crept into the room, and then walked to the head of the bed in the dark, and stopped.

Yunkang breathed steadily and deeply, waiting for the black shadow's next move.

The black shadow stood for a moment, as if thinking about what to do, and then suddenly moved, reaching out to cover Yunkang's mouth and nose.

The black shadow's fingers were steady and powerful, and Yun Kang didn't wait for his next move, raised his hand and pressed the black shadow's wrist, and turned over violently, slamming him to the ground.

The black shadow called out "oops", holding back his voice and complaining: "It's me, you are so ruthless, do you want to kill me?" ”

Yunkang heard that it was Jiang Mo's voice, and suddenly felt a little surprised, he raised his hand to turn on the lamp at the head of the bed, but Jiang Mo hurriedly stopped: "Don't turn on the light." ”

Then he got up from the ground, twisted his sore back, and said, "Get up quickly, and follow me to a place." ”

Yunkang was a little inexplicable, Jiang Mo ran to his room in the middle of the night, acting sneaky, and then asked him to get up, saying that he was going to a place, what did he want to do.

This is Jiang Mo's villa, on his own territory, he has to be so careful that he doesn't even dare to turn on the table lamp, it's really a little strange.

But Jiang Mo didn't explain anything, and after speaking, he slipped out of the room and ran into the corridor like a ghost.

Yun Kang hurriedly got up and got dressed, and followed closely behind Jiang Mo.

The two of them walked down the stairs down the hallway, past the doorways of several rooms, and finally to a small iron door.

Yunkang raised his eyes to see that it was a not too big iron door, the surface was painted with white paint, which blended with the color of the white walls around it, and it didn't look obvious.

The iron door was closed with a lock, Jiang Mo took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, opened the iron door softly, and then pushed the door in with a "creak".

Entering the iron gate is a slender corridor, a dull and hot breath comes to his face, Yun Kang glanced at it with his divine sense, and saw that the corridor was lined with cement walls on both sides, and there was an arched dome on it, and his height of more than one meter and eight meters just touched the top.

The breath in the corridor was stuffy, but it felt eerie and damp, and the two of them came to the end in the dark, and Yun Kang's eyes scanned out and found that there was a stone staircase winding down.

The stone steps are very rough, and a layer of shiny black paint is brushed on them, Yun Kang stretches out his feet and steps on it, and can vaguely smell the smell of fresh paint, obviously this place has just been built, and even the smell of decoration paint has not yet dissipated.

Yunkang walked a few steps, and felt that the stone steps were slippery and steep, and it seemed that they were not painted. He couldn't help but probe it with his divine sense, and immediately found that the stone steps were covered with asphalt.

He wanted to tell Jiang Mo to light the fire, but Jiang Mo was very cautious and refused to use any lighting, so Yunkang had to give up.

The two walked down the stone steps, turned a few corners halfway, and encountered an iron gate, Yunkang was taken by him to such a strange place, he didn't know where he was.

He roughly estimated that judging from the length of the stone steps, they were about fifty meters underground, as high as a ten-story building above the ground.

Yunkang couldn't help but ask: "You just built a villa, why did you build such a deep underground project?" This is neither an air-raid shelter nor an underground storage room, dug so deep, it looks like an underground deep well.

Fox Hill Ridge was originally a small remote place, and the villa was built in a desolate wilderness, and the basement was dug so deep, no matter how you think about it, it feels unusual.

Jiang Mo didn't speak, and remained silent since he entered the basement, surrounded by a wave of yin and damp air, mixed with the smell of paint, asphalt, mud, and sand.

The two of them had gone deep underground, and the air was mixed with a dull and oppressive atmosphere.

Jiang Mo stood in front of the iron door, stretched out his hand and pushed the iron door open, "squeak" two harsh sounds, the iron door opened a wide slit, and a dim light shone out.

Yun Kang followed him in, and found that it was a square space, and an oil lamp was lit in the corner next to it, and the flames shook very weakly, shining a circle of dim light.

A huge coffin is placed in the middle, with a dark gray texture, huge and carved on all sides, and it is a coffin hewn out of limestone.

Yun Kang frowned, he didn't expect to see a coffin suddenly, which made him chuckle in his heart.

There were two people sitting next to the coffin, one of them was Jiang Rongzhan, wearing a thick coat on his body, staring at the flame of the oil lamp, his face looked a little tired.

The other man was wearing a sportsshirt and military pants and leather boots, and was wiping an ancient knife with a linen cloth, his eyes were sharp and sharp, and a faint sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

Yun Kang glanced over, and suddenly a wave of anger rushed to the top of his head.

Shin Mouton!

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