In the dimly lit mountain forest, a group of mountain people were moving cautiously, and in the team, a handsome and tall young man in casual clothes looked a little out of place.

And this young man is Zhou Qing.

This time, the leader of the team into the mountain was Uncle Fang, the village elder of Qingshan Village, and the name of Qingshan Village came because of its backing on Daqingshan.

Daqingshan is an undeveloped primeval forest, there are a large number of poisonous insects and beasts in the mountain, even experienced hunters, do not dare to enter alone, generally three or five will go into the mountain together.

Uncle Fang is already in his fifties, wearing a coarse linen clothes, his hair is slightly gray, his body bones are quite tough, his skin has been exposed to the wind and sun, there is a hint of gold in the dark, he carries a mountain knife around his waist, a homemade bow and arrow on his shoulder, and a simple quiver behind his back.

According to Fang Dashan, when Uncle Fang was young, he was the best hunter in Qingshan Village, he entered the mountain alone, but three days later, he walked out with a tiger on his shoulder.

With Zhou Qing's eyesight, he could naturally see at a glance that the village elder Uncle Fang was not an ordinary person, but a martial artist, who had barely reached the level of a great grandmaster.

In addition, the villagers who followed into the mountain also had martial arts, but the highest could only reach the dark energy period.

It seems that this Qingshan Village is not as simple as it seems on the surface, otherwise, there would not be an atlas in Fang Dashan's family that could cultivate to the Heavenly Realm.

This time, in addition to Uncle Fang Dashan and Zhou Qing, there were eight Qingzhuang, and Uncle Fang's son should have come, but unfortunately, the other party was already frightened and said that he was unwilling to enter the mountain again.

Uncle Fang was furious and gave him a few slaps, if it wasn't for Aunt Fang to stop him, it is estimated that he would have broken that kid's leg, after all, it was the eleven people.

In Qingshan Village, men are the pillars of a family, and without men, the family will almost collapse, which makes Uncle Fang very uncomfortable and blames himself, so his face is gloomy after entering the mountain for more than an hour.

"Let's take a break!"

Old Uncle Fang shouted.

Everyone cleared out a vacant lot, and then rested in place, Uncle Fang took out his cigarette pouch and prepared to roll cigarettes, Zhou Qing directly handed over a cigarette: "Uncle Fang, smoke me."

Immediately, Zhou Qing threw a pack of cigarettes to Fang Dashan and asked him to take them and distribute them to other mountain people.

"This smoke is good!"

Old Uncle Fang took the cigarette and put it on the tip of his nose, sniffed it and said.

"Uncle Fang likes to take it all!"

Zhou Qing also stuffed the opened pack of cigarettes to Uncle Fang, the other party smiled, was not polite, took it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Uncle Fang, do you know the origin of that big tomb?"

Zhou Qing asked.

Along the way, Zhou Qing had been observing Uncle Fang, and vaguely felt that he should have a certain understanding of the tomb, and even felt that Uncle Fang's eyes were full of expectation.

What was he expecting?

Zhou Qing was puzzled.

Old Uncle Fang didn't answer Zhou Qing immediately, but lit a cigarette to himself and looked at Zhou Qing meaningfully after swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog for a while: "Boss Xiao Zhou is not an ordinary person, right?"

"Hmm!"

Zhou Qing did not deny it.

"I'm afraid that such a noble person as you have other plans to follow into the mountain, right?"

Old Uncle Fang stared at Zhou Qing, his eyes became extremely sharp at this moment, and he seemed to be able to see through Zhou Qing.

"I'm curious about this ancient tomb, and I'm going to go in and have a look!"

Zhou Qingdao.

"Just looking?" Old Uncle Fang's eyes were even sharper, faintly revealing a sharp edge.

"Haha!"

Zhou Qing smiled: "Uncle Fang doesn't have to worry, I have a thin asset outside, and I won't covet the little thing in the tomb."

Hearing this, Old Uncle Fang still stared at Zhou Qing for a while, his eyes slowly softened, and he took a deep puff of cigarette before saying, "Since this is the case, you shouldn't go to the grave!"

"Uncle Fang knows something, you might as well reveal it!"

Zhou Qingdao, that tomb is full of unknown dangers, if there is an insider, it will definitely reduce a lot of dangers.

Old Uncle Fang was silent.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing groaned for a moment and said: "Uncle Fang, I'm really just curious, I want to go down to the tomb to see, whether it succeeds or not, afterwards, I will donate a school to the village, and the families of those dead men, my family will give one million!"

Hearing this, Uncle Fang's eyes lit up.

There are more than 100 households in Qingshan Village, and the total population is only more than 300, and those who died a few days ago and last night are all Qingguo who are not more than forty years old, so these fourteen families will definitely have a hard time in the future, if Zhou Qing can give them one million, then they can at least have no worries about food and clothing in the future.

Although he lives in Qingshan Village all the year round and rarely goes out, he also knows what fourteen million represents.

Zhou Qing's voice sounded again: "After this primary school is built, I will arrange for teachers to come over, all the expenses will be paid by me, and the children of Qingshan Village can attend school for free!"

"Boss Xiao Zhou, listen to my advice, don't go to the tomb, that tomb is very dangerous!"

Old Uncle Fang finally spoke again.

"It seems that Uncle Fang really knows something!" Zhou Qing smiled.

"Hey!"

Old Uncle Fang sighed lightly, knowing that his persuasion could not make the young man in front of him change his mind, and he was silent for a long time again before he spoke: "Actually, our Fang family is the tomb keeper of that big tomb!"

"Oh!"

Zhou Qing became interested: "Uncle Fang might as well talk about it in detail."

Old Uncle Fang fell into a memory, and after a long while, he slowly said: "The ancestor of our Fang family migrated here more than nine hundred years ago, and the mission of coming here is to protect the big tomb in Daqing Mountain!"

"What is the origin of that tomb?" Zhou Qing was even more curious.

Old Uncle Fang shook his head: "I don't know, according to the ancestral teachings inherited from our ancestors, when the tomb of that Fang collapses, it will be the day our mission is completed."

Speaking of this, a trace of regret flashed on Old Uncle Fang's face.

I only heard him continue: "For more than 900 years, our Fang family has carefully guarded the tomb according to the ancestral teachings, and there are also people who have bad intentions and want to fight the tomb idea, but all those who fight those tomb ideas are dead, about more than 80 years ago, China is the era of warlord melee, a certain ancestor of our family invested in the command of a certain warlord, in order to raise military funds, he started the idea of the tomb in Daqingshan, as a result, brought into Daqingshan nearly a regiment of people and horses, the department died in the tomb, no life survived, and the ancestor, Although he escaped, he was also crazy, and when he was about to die, he pulled out his eyeballs and cut off his hands and legs! ”

Hearing this, Zhou Qing couldn't help but feel a cool breath on his back.

"Since then, no one has dared to attack the idea of that tomb!"

Speaking of this, Old Uncle Fang looked at Zhou Qing: "Do you still want to go in now?"

"Go, of course!"

Zhou Qing said stiffly.

"That's right, that ancestor had already cultivated the Fang family's exercises to the realm of the Heavenly Realm Sevenfold!" Uncle Fang added.

"! No way! ”

Zhou Qing burst into foul language, even the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm was crazy, he was only the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm, could he really enter the main tomb smoothly?

For a while, he actually had a little retreat in his heart, after all, there is no punishment for this task, even if it is not completed, it doesn't matter, but thinking of the threat of the Ji family, he is ruthless in his heart, no matter how dangerous it is, I still have to break through.

"Boss Xiao Zhou, are you still going?" Old Uncle Fang continued to ask.

"Go! Naturally, I want to go! ”

Zhou Qing gritted his teeth and said.

Old Uncle Fang said again: "Although the ancestor was crazy back then, but before he went crazy, he left a notebook!"

"Are the notes still there?"

Zhou Qing asked.

Old Uncle Fang smiled, which was very meaningful.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing immediately understood what he meant, and directly took out the checkbook and wrote down 20 million words: "Of them, 14 million are for the families of those dead men, and the remaining 6 million are used to build schools and pay for future expenses!"

Uncle Fang reached out and took the check, and then took out a thin notebook wrapped in oiled paper from his arms.

After taking the notes, Zhou Qing watched it.

This notebook mainly describes all kinds of incredible things that happened after the ancestors of the Fang family led the soldiers to the tomb.

It's scary, it's scary.

According to the records of the ancestors of the Fang family, this tomb has a total of seven layers, from top to bottom, back then, they only broke into the third layer, and then died, the ancestors of the Fang family barely escaped with the cultivation of the sevenfold of the Heavenly Realm, but they did not dare to continue to go deeper, and escaped alone.