According to Mu Rufeng's own account, he was a merchant who traveled back and forth between the Central Plains and the Western Regions, and was sacked by robbers on the mountain in front of him, and his entourage had been buried under the robbers' knives.

Zhuang Ying looked nymphomaniac, completely believing what happened to Mu Rufeng. Ziying didn't quite believe what this person said, because from what he had just done with her in his arms and into the water and flying out of the water with her, it was clear that this man's martial arts were by no means ordinary!

Ziying glanced at Mu Rufeng, just in time to meet his weird smile...

"Laugh at what! Pervert! Ziying threw him a roll of the eyes, and did not express the unhappiness in his heart.

"Mu Gongzi, why do you keep reading Ziying's name?" Zhuang Ying approached Mu Rufeng ambiguously and found that Mu Rufeng had been pondering Ziying's name.

"It's nothing, I just think the name Ziying is very familiar..."Mu Rufeng's gaze fell on Ziying's head, as if he wanted to see through Ziying's origin.

His Qiubo watched, his curious eyes gradually dimmed, and he looked away in frustration, and said to himself: "Why can't I see her memory?" Ziying? The name is familiar, who is she? ”

Back to the farmstead. Wisps of rice wafted into her nose, Ziying suddenly felt hungry in her stomach, and guessed that Zhuang Lao's cooking skills must be good, but she had met a good person and a big chef.

Zhuang Ying couldn't wait to pull her father out of the kitchen and let her father know Mu Rufeng. Zhuang Lao inquired about Mu Rufeng's origin, and suddenly became suspicious, and said in his heart: "This person is full of evil energy, could it be that he is here for the Ten Thousand Years Blood Tomb?" ”

Mu Rufeng stared at Zhuang Lao for a moment, his handsome eyebrows raised slightly, and a sneer hung on his face, obviously he had seen Zhuang Lao's thoughts.

The fragrance of the old hen fills the air, which arouses Ziying's appetite even more. She helped set up the dishes and chopsticks, just waiting for Zhuang Lao to bring the last dish to the table.

After a while, Zhuang Lao brought a large bowl of soup and served a small bowl of soup to each person, and said: "

This pot of soup is delicious and appetizing, and before eating, drink a bowl of soup. ”

"Thank you." Ziying took the bowl of soup and poured the bowl to drink, Mu Rufeng suddenly stopped her hand with chopsticks, took the soup away, and said, "This bowl of soup is for me." ”

"You... Hmph, let it be given to you. Ziying was very unhappy that Mu Rufeng embarrassed her at the table, so she picked up another bowl of soup and prepared to drink it. Mu Rufeng snatched the bowl in her hand again, put the original bowl of soup in front of Ziying, and said, "I'm joking with you, Miss Ziying, don't be angry, your soup will be returned to you." This bowl is mine. ”

Ziying felt that she was being teased by him, she was speechless, and she was not angry, after all, she was a guest.

"It's all a pot of soup, it tastes the same, let's drink it." Zhuang Lao raised the bowl and motioned for everyone to drink soup.

Watching Ziying happily drink the bowl of soup, Mu Rufeng showed a sly smile on her face again.

"Mu Gongzi, why don't you drink it?" Everyone poured out the bowls, only the soup in Mu Rufeng's bowl did not decrease at all.

"If you don't drink it, you will live up to Master Zhuang's heart... I drink..."Mu Rufeng covered the bowl with his sleeve, waved his fingers, and the soup in the bowl disappeared immediately. He didn't drink the soup, which was weird.

Zhuang Lao stared at Mu Rufeng's empty bowl, smiled with satisfaction, and motioned for everyone to eat.

Ziying picked up a piece of chicken and was about to eat it happily, when suddenly there was a numb on her back, and someone clicked on her sleeping hole. The chicken fell to the ground, and Ziying lay on the dining table without warning, sleeping like mud...

"There's something wrong with this soup..."Mu Rufeng lay on the dinner table with Ziying...

"Dad, what's going on?" Zhuang Ying looked at her father in surprise, and was even more surprised why she didn't lie down.

Zhuang Lao got up slowly, tapped his throat, and smacked! A puddle of water poured out and splashed all over the ground.

"The arrival of this Mu Rufeng made my father have a sign that he didn't want to! He's not a good kind! Zhuang Lao explained, "He will bring bloody disaster to our father and daughter!" Come on, Ying'er, help Dad bury him! ”

"Even if Mu Gongzi is a little evil, you can't kill people based on guesswork!" Zhuang Ying glared at her father angrily and said, "Ziying is kind-hearted and helpful, why did you even kill her?" ”

It turned out that Zhuang Lao's father and daughter were the tomb keepers who were waiting for the 10,000-year-old blood tomb. The thousand-year-old blood tomb is the land that the Mo clan and the Qiao clan are fighting for, and it is also the only way for Mu Shaotian to travel westward, under this flat and fertile land is a complex labyrinth, and the labyrinth stores the corpse king of the ancient era, that is, Mu Shaotian's parents. When the current Corpse King is severely injured, he can open the 10,000-year Blood Tomb and absorb the essence of the Ancient Corpse King to enhance his power, but when the essence of the Ancient Corpse King is absorbed by the current Corpse King, the current Corpse King's demonic nature will be stimulated, and a human catastrophe is inevitable!

Zhuang Lao is the grave keeper, he thinks that there is only endless wealth stored in the 10,000-year-old blood tomb, and these riches are the grandfather of his grandfather's grandfather... has been waiting, waiting for the appearance of the master. He didn't know who the master was. But he recognized one thing, a star-shaped button.

Zhuang Lao did not answer his daughter's words. Zhuang Ying's tears came out of her eyes, and she sat on the stool dejectedly, not understanding why her father wanted to kill.

Wild forest in the distance. The pit has been dug. Zhuang Lao threw Mu Rufeng and Ziying into the pit, and then fell a pinch of dirt and buried it tightly, leaving no gaps. Leave when you're done.

Dead. The wind blows through the treetops, sending the whistling of wild beasts, making the barren forest even more eerie.

"Where am I?" Ziying's acupuncture points had been unlocked, and she felt that it was pitch black in front of her, as if there was a cloth covering her face. She struggled to open her eyes, but it was still pitch black.

"What the hell is this place, why is there no light at all?" Ziying wanted to turn over, but she couldn't move, only to feel that she was pressed by something cold all around, and she was a little out of breath.

She tore open the cloth on her face, only to feel something resembling sand slip across her face, piled up in the gap between her neck and nose.

Phew! Sand pours into the nose, oxygen becomes less and less, and space becomes smaller!

"Am I buried alive?" Thinking of this, Ziying's heart jumped up in horror, and she tried hard to drill the sand around her, hoping to break through the ground.

No way! The sand was too heavy, and there was not enough oxygen in the crevices, so she couldn't hold out for long!

Gasp, almost out of breath! Ziying struggled to breathe in the air filled with carbon dioxide, dizzy and out of breath...

A hand reached over, squeezed away the dirt, touched Ziying's face, and soon covered her mouth and nose...

After a moment, the suffocating Ziying came to her senses, panting slowly, and found that there was fresh air in front of her nose, covering her like an oxygen mask.

"Is it Shaotian?" Ziying remembered that when she and Mu Shaotian went to see Mount Everest, Mu Shaotian made oxygen for her. Quickly dispelled this speculation, if Mu Shaotian was by his side, he would not let her be buried under the dark and cold soil.

Whose hand is this oxygen-gathering hand? Ziying was puzzled...

The dirt was squeezed, and something seemed to move over it. Ziying was not afraid, but full of curiosity, could it be that the one who came was a tomb robber?

Gradually, she felt a warm object approaching. The thing was brushing the dirt off her face, and the warm hand caressed her face, and the weak voice of the mosquito said, "Hey, before you die, let me drink a sip of your blood." ”

Ziying watched in astonishment as the sand in front of her gradually faded, and a nasty handsome face appeared!

"Mu Rufeng! Why am I buried alive with you! Ziying brushed aside Mu Rufeng's hand in front of her nose, it turned out that he saved her in order to suck fresh blood!