"What are you still doing in a daze, you can't go down to greet the distinguished guests, if anyone dares to snub the distinguished guests, the red-haired finches and the gray-headed doves will be the end!"

Ah Da shook his tower-like body, waved his big finger and pointed, and the frightened demons were like amnesty, one by one with surprise on their faces

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In less than an instant, there were only three Dongfang Xiaoshu left on the top of the mountain.

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Ah Da sat on the ground, his face was extremely hideous, and he gasped for breath.

Traces of blood flowed from his waist, ticking like running water.

"Human, it's good that you came in time, otherwise Ah Da would have been planted today, Ah Da is grateful to you!"

After a few long breaths of breath, Ah Da, who had relieved the pain a little, said gratefully to Dongfang Xiaoshu.

"Who was hurt?"

Dongfang Xiaoshu asked suspiciously.

"Ancient Mine in Qingliang Mountain!"

After Ah Da finished speaking, he fell down with a thud and fell unconscious, apparently suffering extremely serious injuries.

"Haozong, the old bastard, really didn't have a good heart, I thought he was very generous at the time, but it turned out that he was also a chicken rib! But since the ancient mines are weird, maybe this is a place to live! ”

Dongfang Xiaoshu muttered to himself, he didn't pay attention to the unconscious Ah Da at all, because he didn't know anything about medical science, although Qianmian taught him the ability to identify medicinal herbs, but he didn't teach him medical science and how to refine medicine.

Black Mountain had already sat on the sidelines, completely refining and absorbing the essence blood of the red-haired finch and the gray-headed dove.

By the time the snow fell and the three sons had reached the top of the mountain, the corpses of the small eastern tree had already burned to ashes and scattered in the clouds.

The third son and the little monk had the same medical theory, and they straightened Ah Da with their hands and feet, and examined them carefully.

In the end, it was concluded that Ah Da just lost too much blood and was fine, but the wound on Ah Da's waist was relatively hot, and he didn't know what he was injured by, and it couldn't heal.

The wound can't heal, the blood doesn't stop, even the gods and immortals will have to die sooner or later.

The third son and the little monk Huizhi tried countless methods, but they always treated the symptoms but not the root cause, and could only temporarily and effectively seal the wound to ensure that the blood would not flow out again, but in less than a moment, the wound burst again, and the blood still flowed.

In the middle, Ah Da sobered up once, and intermittently explained what had happened.

It turned out that since Ah Da led a group of big demons to Qingliang Mountain, he knew that Qingliang Mountain was an abandoned spar mine at all, and it was no longer mined thousands of years ago or even earlier, because it was full of great dangers.

How could Ah Da and a group of other big demons believe in the ancestral teachings passed down from generation to generation by nearby mortals, and after laughing, they didn't take it seriously at all, and went up to Qingliang Mountain, because they were a group of big demons, lawless demons.

Not long after going up the mountain, a warning stone tablet that has been standing in front of the ancient mine for an unknown number of years was demolished, and the stone tablet was engraved with the four big characters of "danger, do not enter".

The four big characters are plain, and at first glance they are from the hands of mortals.

The reason why it was demolished was not because the stone tablet was standing there as an eyesore, but because a big demon had drunk too much, and when he stood next to it and peed, it felt as if something was peeing at it in the ancient mine.

So the big demon picked up the stone tablet and threw it into the entrance of the ancient mine, and in the stunned eyes of the big demon next to him, the big demon walked straight into the entrance of the ancient mine and never came out.

The big demon who caused him to pee with him waited for half the night, and finally had to explain the truth to Ah Da.

In line with the intention of not causing too much panic, Ah Da successively sent more than a dozen big demons into the ancient mine, but unexpectedly, none of the more than a dozen big demons came back, and their life and death were unknown.

Since then, every full moon night, there will be black mist overflowing from the ancient mine, and it is even accompanied by bursts of terrifying screams, which is extremely strange.

Some specially polished rumors began to spread among the demons, and quickly spread, and the demons' emotions began to fluctuate.

Ah Da had no choice but to enter the ancient mine in person, but escaped from the ancient mine with serious injuries, which led to the situation that the red-haired finch and the gray-headed dove, who had been hiding behind the scenes and spreading rumors, came to the stage and wanted to compete with them.

"What's in the Ancient Mine?" Dongfang Xiaoshu asked without thinking.

Ah Da showed a look of shame in his weakness, and said: "When Ah Da entered the entrance of the ancient mine, he was slashed by an object and flew out of the entrance, and he didn't see anything!" ”

"It's light, a golden light!"

Ah Da closed his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly, the whole person was like an evil spirit, his hands and feet were cold, he fell into boundless fear, and he fell into a coma again.

Dongfang Xiaoshu settled everyone down, and in order to prevent the demons from rioting and rebelling again, he left all the Black Mountain and others on the top of Qingliang Mountain and entered the thousand-year-old mine alone.

The entrance to the ancient mine is narrow, allowing only two people to enter side by side.

Looking inside from the entrance of the ancient mine, it was dark, and it was impossible to see the situation inside, even if the sun had risen now, the distance between the eyes would not exceed a zhang, which was indeed very strange.

Dongfang Xiaoshu didn't hold it up, because he thought he was no different from ordinary people.

After carefully studying the entrance of the ancient mine, and even taking a few more looks at the place where the stone tablet stands, the small tree in the east summoned a flame, allowing it to lead the way in front and enter the ancient mine.

The inky fragrant beast silently climbed up the shoulders of the little oriental tree again, its large, round eyes blazing, innocently watching, not knowing what it was looking at.

The ancient mine does not seem to be all stone, layers of things like yellow mud are attached to the surface of the stone, the texture is abnormally hard, like stone, exuding an indescribable atmosphere.

There was a long flat flame floating in front of the small tree in the east, and on the shoulder stood the ink-colored incense beast, which had already entered the place of the ancient mine, and was about to enter a dark place.

There was a bang

As if the yellow mud attached to the ancient mine fell, something fell from the stone wall of the ancient mine, and Yao Li had to stop and watch.

Illuminated by the long flames, a humanoid creature broke through the yellow mud on the wall of the ancient ore and fell from it.

The humanoid creature was cloaked, his eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul, and he was in a daze at the small tree in the east, like a clay statue, strange and weird.

Dongfang Xiaoshu's clenched fist slowly loosened, and he took a long breath, and when he was about to ask, the humanoid creature stood up suddenly, and a different light flashed in his eyes, as if shouting madly:

"Dead, all dead, I'm still alive, why should I live?"

The humanoid creature rampaged with its head in its arms, plunged into the darkness, and vanished.

Dongfang Xiaoshu's slightly relaxed nerves tightened again, and there was even a feeling of numbness on his scalp, and he muttered softly:

"The turtle king has eight mung beans, it's really fucking weird and evil, do you know that the master doesn't dare to watch ghost movies?"