Mo Sheng started walking from the dirt road at the foot of the mountain, just a simple section, what caught his eye was the yellowing weeds all over the mountain, probably because the villagers were afraid of this rumor about evil spirits, the path was not long, only a few tens of meters. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"This winter can really freeze people into dogs!" The little Taoist priest hugged his shoulders, the cold here was not what kind of biting cold but the frightening coldness, he looked back at those foreign men in black, there are muscles but it is different!

"It's noon!" Mo Sheng uprooted the grass on the ground, and the wilted weeds were quite wet at the bottom of the roots, and the red and sticky soil were dotted. The fog rose from under the feet, and there was a slight smell of rust, as if the mountains were full of corpses, and they stepped on top of them.

"Bloodroot?" The little Taoist priest was even more powerless, and took out a peachwood sword from his back and inserted it into the ground, and there seemed to be something wrong with this fog. He bit his middle finger and put his own blood on his eyebrow.

Mo Sheng pondered, only where there are thousands of years of blood corpses will there be blood roots, and one blood root is enough to be auctioned for tens of millions of dollars, comparable to a thousand years of ginseng, snow mountain Ganoderma lucidum. In this mist, she crossed the weeds, passed by a place, and pulled up the grass. Bloodroot, bloodroot, bloodroot.

"No need to pull it out, all the corpses lying here are bloody." The little Taoist priest stepped on the yellowing weeds under his feet and motioned to her.

"What about the foreigners?" Mo Sheng was curious, the foreigners who were still following him just now all disappeared.

"Let them all go down the mountain!" The little Taoist priest held the sword in his arms and said confidently, "More things are better than less." ”

"These bloody corpses are dormant." Mo Sheng just wanted to find the tomb as soon as possible, and then set fire to it, if these bloody corpses woke up, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"It's all said that the blood corpse protects the treasure, I'm afraid I won't have the life to collect money this time." The little Taoist priest's tone was relaxed, and life and death seemed to have nothing to do with him. "The owner of this tomb should be not small."

"Look where!" The little Taoist priest patted Mo Sheng's shoulder.

"Weiyang flower?" Mo Sheng squatted on the ground, and there was a low grave bag not far away. The purple flower in front of the tomb stood alone in the cold wind, and it looked particularly charming among the weeds.

"You still know a lot!" The little Taoist priest was quite appreciative in his tone, thinking that she was just a little girl who didn't understand anything, and would only pull him into the water.

"Weiyang flower is also called Weiyang flower!" Mo Sheng hesitated for a long time, "It means that the owner of this tomb is not dead, there is still a trace of breath, and when the flowers are in full bloom, it is the day when the owner in the tomb wakes up again." ”

"It's good and angry, why should you be buried, there will be so many bloody corpses to be buried. There must be plenty of treasures here! Your Mo family has earned it this time! "No matter how deep the little Taoist is, there will be many things he doesn't understand when he first debuts. What he can understand is that the Mo family really makes too much money, and this time he spent a lot of savings to invite Mo Sheng, and the treasures he dug up those foreigners still have to score five or five points with the Mo family, this Mo family's wishful thinking is really "crackling".

"The owner of this tomb is not a man!" Mo Sheng has no clue at all, the Mo family's ancestral home has only a negligible record of Wuyan Mountain, and the only thing she can remember is a sentence written on the ancestral home: "Whoever enters this mountain, there will be no return!" "These blood roots have not flowed into the auction hall or the hands of others, and the miasma here alone is not something that ordinary people can bear.

No matter what, she wants to regain the ancestral home of the Mo family, and she doesn't want Mo Tianshan to use her ancestral home to coerce her.

"These are not fog, they are miasma!" The little Taoist priest began to dig the grave bag behind Weiyang Hua with his hands, and people who have no ability can't enter Wuyan Mountain, but fortunately he subconsciously touched his back with his hands stained with mud, but fortunately, the master did a magic thing for him before this, and his blood can kill demons within three days. Those who have the ability to enter the Five Smoky Mountains probably have their ideas on this tomb. Man's weakness is greed, and in the face of great temptations, who can not be moved in the slightest?

"Is there a grave man here who came out alive?" Mo Sheng knew that the little Taoist priest had some information about Wuyan Mountain in his hands, which was prepared by those foreigners.

The little Taoist priest shook his head and trampled on the ground under his feet with disdain. "Fierce and auspicious, just this land under your feet, if you hang here, you will wait to be a bloody corpse!" It is difficult to enter the Wuyan Mountain and get out alive, just now the two of them have no way to retreat, and after the fog clears, it seems to be another scenery, and there is no way to leave at all.